Ho, Ho, Ho, Mmmmmm!
As I stand in front of Macy's, with my armload of parcels, a gust of cold winter air blows up the avenue. It catches the end of my scarlet red, silk scarf, tossing it back over my shoulder. I reach up quickly to grab it, frightened that it might fall into the wet slush and be ruined, when the parcel I am balancing in my left arm, goes sailing into a nearby snowbank.
"Oh no!" I exclaim in an annoyed tone. I take a step
towards it, and my foot slips causing me to lose my balance.
Just when I think I might end up in a very embarrassing
position on the ground, someone catches my arms from
behind, and waits until I steady my feet again.
"Ho, Ho, Ho, looks like you could use some help." I
smile and turn to face my rescuer, and get a surprise.
Standing there all rosy cheeked and plump, is the
department store Santa. "Thankyou so much Santa," I say breathlessly. "Not at all, Dear," he says in a jolly voice.
He bends to retreive my small parcel from the snowbank,
then turns to hand it to me. Not finding a spot to place
it, he puts his hand up and tugs gently on his long white
beard and muses, "Hmmmm, now where can we put this?
Doesn't seem to be any room for it."
As an after thought he says, "Those parcels must be
awfully heavy." "Yes, they are," I whimper, "My arms are killing me, and no cab in sight. I've been standing here for twenty minutes."
"Well, I just happen to have my sleigh handy," he says,
pointing to a fire engine red BMW, parked at the curb a few
feet from where we stand. "Can I offer you a ride?" Without thinking, I answer gratefully, "Oh Thankyou Santa, that would be wonderful."
He chuckles again, and taking my arm to steady me on
the icy sidewalk, escorts me to the passenger door. He opens the back door, and one by one relieves me of my parcels. Then he steps forward, and opens the door, holding it while I slide into the seat. As I do my warm black coat falls open, and he gets a glimpse of my long shapely legs, and my black leather boots.
As I settle farther into the seat, the coat opens still more to reveal the lacey tops of my white stockings, and a hint
of red silk brocade very near the top of my thigh. He thinks
to himself that my skirt must be unbelievably short. I reach
my gloved hand down, and retrieve the coat tail, slipping it
quickly back over my thigh. He stiffles a groan, and after
making sure I am safely in, closes the door gently but firmly.
I reach up to pull the seatbelt down around me, and our
eyes meet. He's just standing there, mesmerized, and then
I realize my coat has gapped open at the neck. He sees the rise of my breasts, surrounded by the red satin, and a tiny trimming of creamy white lace. My ample bosom lies nestled deep in the warm coat, and he is held captive by it.
I feel a blush rise in my cheeks, and he suddenly
becomes aware of what he's doing, and starts around the back of the car. I see him stumble, and almost fall as I watch him in the rear view mirror, and I smile to myself. "Poor thing, acts like he's never seen a woman's breasts before," I think to myself.
He opens the door, taking his place in the driver's seat, then as he pulls from the curb, he says. "Sorry about that
back there. It's been a long day, and I don't know where my manners are." "It's Ok, Santa. Actually, I'm quite flattered."
He looks over at me, and with a twinkle in his eye he
laughs, "And where can Santa drop you, little girl?" Then he winks at me, and I let out a loud laugh. I'm about to give him my address, when it hits me. "Here I am in a car, driving through the city, in the dark, with a total stranger! What on earth was I thinking???"
I feel the heat rise in my face and sensing my uneasiness he glances at me. "Was it something I said?"
"I--I--I don't even know you," I stammer. He chuckles softly, and says in a gentle half whisper, "Didn't your Mommy ever tell you not to accept rides from strangers?"
He reaches up his hand to the one on the steering wheel and grasping the fingertips of the glove, pulls it off, offering
his bare hand to me. As I reach out to shake it, he says,
"John Maxwell, pleased to meet you. There, I'm not a
stranger anymore."
A smile spreads across my face as he gently squeezes
my hand, turns it slightly, and brings it to his warm lips, kissing it softly, while keeping his eyes on the road. The curly beard tickles across the back of my fingers, and his soft lips send a tingle up my arm and into my chest.
I try to concentrate on where we're going, and notice we are about to miss the street we must turn on. I tell him and he maneuvers around the corner, through the holiday crowd and
down the block. At the next corner I say, "Turn here," then a few houses in, "Turn into the next drive."
"Hmmm a driveway", he responds. "Not many of those in this city." I grin at him and we pull into a small courtyard. I motion to a spot, and he stops, turns off the ignition, and hurries round to help me out. He tells me not to worry about the parcels, he'll grab them when I'm safely in my door.
The steps look very slippery, and I point to a covered bucket just under them with salt in it. He makes sure I have hold of the railing, and opening the bucket, dips the shovel in, splaying the salt across the entire surface of the stairway.
"Smooth!" I say, impressed with his aim.
He chuckles, pushes the lid closed, and returns to my side, helping me up the slippery steps. When I am safely on the
stoop, he goes back, and brings my parcels to me. Setting them inside the door, he returns for the two left behind. As his foot hits the top step this time, he slips and goes down on one knee, letting out a yell as he goes.
I see him wince with pain and grab his elbow, pulling him into the doorway, off the slippery surface. My back is against the door frame, and his body is beside me, filling the rest of the relatively small space.
Suddenly, I catch a whiff of his cologne, and feel his warm breath on the top of my head. I watch his chest expand,
then subside, and he pulls in a deep sigh as I look up into his
eyes. They are the most amazing shade of blue, with tiny, pale, silver-grey flecks around the iris, and I feel my breath catch as I discover the look of pure lust there.
I am surprised at my reaction, and look down and away from his gaze. I notice his hand is scraped, and red from his fall. I tug his arm gently, bringing him inside, and close the door. I quickly pull my boots off, and slip my coat off my shoulders, tossing it across the bannister, and jogging hurriedly up the stairs.
He heaves a great sigh as he watches me, and realizes I must have been a Santa's helper somewhere today. I have a very short, tight, red brocade, mini dress on, with a flared skirt and ruffled crinoline, low cut neckline, edged in white lace, and with a cinched in waistline, that pushes my ample breasts high.
My stockings are white, and edged with a wide lacey band
high on my creamy, white thighs. He feels himself stirring inside
the Santa suit, and tries hard to control the sounds coming from
his closed mouth. A light goes on at the top of the stairs, as I fumble through cupboards, grabbing a towel and face cloth,
then some gauze and adhesive tape.
I come down the stairs quite quickly, and he watches as my luscious breasts bounce freely with each step, making him long
to touch them with his hands, and his eager mouth. I urge him to sit quickly, as a drop of blood trickles from the edge of the
scrape, and I place a soft tissue over it. The tissue absorbs
the small amount there is, and I put the warm wet cloth to it.
He watches my hands working on him, and tries hard not to stare as the material of my dress shifts with my movements,
revealing a glimpse of my pink succulent nipples. His breathing becomes very deep and more rapid, and he's about to say something when I notice that his pants are torn at the knee.
"Oh Dear," I say in a concerned voice as I notice a small red
spot on the material. Perhaps you'd better take your pants
down, so I can look at that too." A wide grin spreads across
his face, and I close my eyes, toss back my auburn mane,
and laugh out loud.
He stands, and unfastens the santa suit pants, and lets them drop to the ground, returning to his place on the hall bench. His hands hang down between his legs, and his knees are
fairly close together, as if to hide something.
As I begin to dab the spot of blood from his scraped knee, I become aware of what he conceals. His hard member strains upward behind his hands, and he tries hard to sit still, but his squirming backside betrays him. I notice too the muscular curve of his calves up to his thighs, and realize they don't have the look of an older man as I had assumed him to be.
I place a bit of gauze, and a piece of tape over the tiny scrape, patting it into place. "There, that's not too bad, just a tiny cut. This should do it," I whisper hoarsely, as my hand comes into contact with his warm, tender skin. Without even
realizing what I'm doing, I slide my hand along his thigh. His hands grasp my shoulders gently, and he looks at me with an urgency that takes my breath away.
His voice is deep, and full of sensuality as he coos, "If you keep this up, I won't be responsible for what happens." His hand reaches up, and the back of his fingers brush against my cleavage, as he fingers the delicate white lace. I breathe in deeply, moaning softly as I exhale. He bends and kisses my neck, the beard brushing softly against my neck and chest.
My fingers slide deeper into his thighs, and I feel his shaft against my hand. My fingers trace down the underside, and I feel it strain against his clothing. He bends, and whispers in
my ear. "Mmmm, your touch is driving me crazy. Take me in
your mouth. Taste me."
He stands, and slides his undershorts slowly down, exposing his firm tummy, and masculine hips under the fake Santa belly. His firm, thick shaft points upward as he lowers himself back to the bench. I take it in my hand, and circle the tip with my thumb, spreading his creamy juices all over the head. My
hand gently strokes him up and down, and I watch as droplets
ooze from the end. I dip the tip of my firm tongue into the tiny
opening there, and wriggle it around, tasting his sweet juices.
"Mmmmm," I moan. "You taste so sweet."
His member throbs and quivers as my tongue has it's way, and he soon begins to moan in a deep, soft tone.
"Oooohhhh, suck me. Don't torture me anymore. You're driving
me mad with desire." I take his full length into my mouth as
his hands gently press into the back of my silken hair. I begin
a pulsing rhythm, up and down his shaft, circling with the width
of my tongue, and then running the tip around his head, and
down the underside. He sits reclining against the back of the
bench, making tiny growling sounds deep in his throat, and
I smile at the effect I am having on him.
Soon I feel his body tense, and he thrusts deep, as he reaches his peak. A few seconds later I hear him groan loudly, and feel his hot, creamy juices hit the back of my tongue. I swallow and suck until it subsides, and I feel his body relax, his hands petting my silken head. I let him slip from my mouthand lick my lips as he pulls me up to him. His tongue meets my lips then, and he wets them, and slides into my mouth, pulling me onto his lap. I straddle his hips, and kiss him passionately, then murmur, "Ohhh Santa!"
My hands travel up the back of his neck massaging the cords and muscles, and knocking his hat to the floor. The back of his head leans into my fingers, enjoying the manipulations as I kiss him deeply. He stops for a moment, and reaches up, swiping the beard from his face, and lifting it quickly over his head, then tossing it to the floor. I get a swift glance at his classic features and those incredible blue eyes again, and I gasp at how young, and good looking he is.
We kiss with increased passion, and begin a frenzied, tangled display there on the bench. Our mouths and fingers work busily on each other, until he leans forward and lowers me to the soft fur rug on the hallway floor. Before I have a chance to gather my wits he's moved my panties to one side, and entered me, thrusting wildly.
He hears the tiny mewlings in my throat, and knows he's almost got me to my peak. My hips undulate beneath him, and I'm about to go over the edge, when he slows the pace, and brings me slowly down. My pussy throbs with wanting him.
He begins to kiss my neck and breasts, sliding down until his hard member slides out of me. Then he whispers, "Maybe we should take this somewhere else?" I nod my agreement, and he stands up, pulling his clothes up around his hips, and unties his boots, kicking them onto the mat beside the door.
I laugh at how suddenly things got out of hand, and the
thought of how funny we must have looked there on the hall floor. While he throws his coat and scarf over the bannister with mine, I run into the kitchen, grab a bottle of wine from the fridge and a couple of glasses, and hurry back to where he stands clutching the top of his pants.
I move the stems of the glasses to the fingertips of the hand holding the neck of the wine bottle, and take his hand, leading him up the long narrow staircase. He follows me one step behind and watches my skirt bounce, and sway with the movement of my white, lace clad thighs. He has an urge to sink his teeth into my creamy flesh, but decides to wait until he can do it properly, his rigid cock, growing harder until he thinks it might burst.
We enter my bedroom where a big cosy comforter, and fluffy pillows await us. I set the glasses down, and hand him the bottle to open, the corkscrew already in place. He pops the cork as I turn down the bed, exposing warm flannel sheets. A small fire flickers in the hearth, behind the glass doors of a huge fireplace that covers one wall.
I reach to unzip my dress, and he sputters, "No, please, let me." He turns me away from him, and slowly lowers the zipper. As the material falls away to the sides he licks and kisses behind it, starting at my neck and shoulders, and slowly following the curve of my back down to the rise of my derriere, his other hand cupping one round cheek. "Mmmmm, that feels nice," I coo softly.
He picks up my glass then, and hands it to me, taking his own in the other hand, and we entwine arms sipping slowly as he toasts, "To lovers and other strangers. We met by chance, we love by choice." I smile a sexy smile, and we drink the cool white liquid. "Mmmm, that's good," he sighs and licks his lips. Then he looks deep into my eyes and whispers, "I know something else I'm longing to taste."
A long slow shiver runs up my spine, and I allow him to take my glass and set it on the night stand, then turning to me, he slides the top of my dress down over my shoulders, as his pants hit the floor again. I unbutton the Santa suit, and push it off his shoulders, helping to slide it down his arms. Tossing it into the pile where his pants were kicked, I watch as he undoes the clips at the shoulders of his fake belly, and lets it join the rest of the costume in a heap.
He wears a light cotton teeshirt and I see his hard nipples poking the material out. I reach up, and rub them with the palm of my hand through the material. He smiles faintly, enjoying the sensations. I pull his shirt up over his strong shoulders, and bury my face in the curly hair of his chest, breathing in his musky scent.
His hands caress my neck and play with my long, auburn hair. I begin to kiss and lick his skin, sucking his nipples into my mouth one at a time, flicking my tongue over them playfully. He moans at the feel of my warm, wet tongue, and almost loses himself when I slither my body down his, pushing his underwear down, and off his legs, kissing and licking his excited flesh all the way.
His thick cock shows the rosey glow of his erection, and I slide my lips over the pulsations that travel from his swaying groin to the end of his throbbing manhood. He moans deeply, and I feel his knees grow weak. He begins to grunt and growl at my gentle sucking and intermittent probing. His cock aches with the ecstasy my mouth bestows. He writhes and gyrates his hips into me, and tousles my hair, aching to drive deeper. My mouth plays on him with the experience of a woman who savours each moment spent arousing her lover, and it takes much longer this time to bring him to the edge.
I moan deeply sending quivers up his shaft that radiate
throughout his body and with one last resounding, moaning,
response, he surrenders himself to me. I feel his sweet nectar
bounce off my tongue, and slide down the back of my throat.
It seems to go on forever, as I run my hands over his firm ass,
pulling his body closer, as I breathe the sweet perfume of his orgasm.
He withdraws from my mouth, reaches down to scoop me up by the arms and wrapping his arms around me, collapses on the bed, taking me with him. We roll and kiss playfully across the bed, and finally stop with him on top of me. He scoots down a little, and lays his head on my chest, realizing I'm still half dressed.
"Santa, now can I have my Christmas gift?" I say coyly,
pressing a finger into an imaginary dimple on my cheek. He
chuckles softly, and unhooks my bra, releasing my tender nipples to the warmth of his mouth. Nibbling and sucking, he arouses my nipples quickly, making me lie my head back, deep in the soft pillows. "Ooooooowww," that feels so good.
"Mmmmmmmmm," I moan, as he sucks and tugs on my firm flesh. His hands continue to work at removing what remains of my dress, and he soon slides it down and off my body, revealing the white lace top stockings, and bright red silk panties. He kisses down my body, and across the waistband of my sexy underthings, running a finger along the lace trim that disappears between my thighs. He feels the velvet softness of my clean shaven mound, and I moan as his fingertips pet me
intimately.
My body responds to his touch with gentle pulsations from my hips. His touch grows more and more urgent, and he slips my panties off slowly, in a sexy tease, planting tiny light kisses in the aftermath. I delight in the sensuality of his caresses. "Ohhh Lover, I want your mouth on me soooo much."
He immediately obliges me. Grasping my ankles he pushes my
legs up until my heels almost touch my derriere, then spreads my knees gently, and lowers his lips to mine. I feel his hot breath on my sweet pink folds, as they open and swell with desire, and become a deep pink colour.
His tongue reaches out to tickle, and tease my throbbing clit, sending me into a world of sensations I've never known. My back arches sharply, and I feel electrical shocks race up my spinal column. His fingers still play with the lacey white band across my pale thighs. He loves the feel of my silken stockings, and stops to kiss my thighs, now and then.
His probing nearly drives me crazy, as I writhe and moan about the bed. He stops long enough to grab something from the night table. I hear the rustle of cellophane, and wonder what he's up to. I suddenly feel something long and thin slide into me, and twist in tiny spiraling circles. He withdraws it and slides it into his mouth. "Mmmmm," he moans softly. I see
then that it's a candy cane, and I smile as I realize he's made me all sticky and sweet.
"You'd better not leave without cleaning every bit of that up," I smile. "I have every intension of doing just that," he tells me, sliding the sweet candy cane back into my moist, sticky heat, rubbing it around, making sure it reaches each fold and crevace. "This should be fun," he moans.
He excites every nerve ending, and drives deep into me, his hot breath coming in short anxious puffs. I feel his desire
building, and long to feel his lust on my tongue. He continues to play with me, licking the sweet candy from my pink ripe
flesh, but soon feels a tightening in his balls and seeks relief. Without withdrawing his attentions he moves around until he is straddling my face, and I reach up to dig my fingers into his soft warm cheeks, pulling them down to me. He slides his dripping, thick cock down into my throat, and begins a slow undulation.
His member is slick with his juices, and slides easily with his urgent thrusts. He suddenly withdraws, and slides between my breasts, his mouth still hungry for my throbbing pussy. The bed rocks and sways with our movements, that seem to go on forever, until we reach a peak together, and he clasps my hands. We release simultaniously, and I feel a warmth spread between my smooth, breasts and down over my tummy.
When the spasms and sensations finally subside he lowers
himself onto me, and rests his face on my thigh. His body is so warm and musky smelling, and I feel my pussy begin to ache for his attention again. We lie there for a while, and then he rolls off me. His chest is wet with his juices. I sit up, and slowly peel the lace topped white stockings off my legs one at a time, as he watches with longing eyes.
I hop up and grab his hand, pulling him off the bed, and into the bathroom where I reach into the shower, and turn the water on. I step in, pulling him into the warm water behind me. I grab the liquid soap and a soft sponge, and begin to rub his chest. He takes some of the soap in his palms, and returns the favour. "Mmmmmm, you have such wonderful hands."
I move my hands all around his shoulders and chest, stopping to suck and roll his nipples between lip and tongue, then move downward, caressing his balls with the soapy sponge. He hardens quickly and moans a little. His soapy fingers sliding in and out of my tender folds. His hands slide around to soap my round cheeks, as he turns me to face the back wall
of the shower.
I feel his hips suddenly against me, and his firm member lying along the crease of my derriere. His hands massage my breasts, making my nipples tingle. With my hands against the tile, I push gently back ,and start a sort of standing push-up off the shower wall.
His hips begin to pulse with me, and I feel his shaft strain against me. He pours more liquid soap into his hand, and
massages the crease between my cheeks, making it slippery, then slides his thick, throbbing cock slowly into me, until I feel his hips against me.
I let out a long, low moan, and feel his member jerk and
pulsate inside me as I squeeze my cheeks around him. "Oh god, your ass is soooo tight," he moans, and I squeeze him harder making him moan louder. He thrusts and grinds his groin into me, slowly at first, and then with a vigorous stroke.
My knees grow weak as I feel him erupt and send his rich flow into me. I squeeze and release in tiny pulses around his shaft, prolonging his orgasm and he quivers, and moans against my neck, holding my body close to his. When the waves stop he is drained, and I turn the shower off. I turn to plant a long deep kiss on his wet mouth, then reach for a towel as I step onto the bathmat.
He joins me, and I begin to rub his body with the big fluffy towel. He grabs the other towel, and drapes it around my shoulders, being careful to gently lift my hair out from under it, and spread it across my shoulders. Then he gently raises the towel ends and pats my hair to take the excess moisture out. He is mostly dry, so I let him rub my body now, loving the sensations he causes in my hardening nipples.
I pull his face to mine, and kiss him with passionate abandon. He looks deep into my eyes, and sees the lust there. "This could go on all night," he whispers in a hu
sky tone. "Mmmmm, I hope so," I purr softly.
A smile curls the edge of his lips, and I grab his hand heading back toward the bed. "This is one Christmas I'll never forget," he chuckles as I lie down across the bed, and I spread my legs, petting my tight, naked mound. "Now I want my Christmas goose," I smile. Without hestation he lowers himself into me.
"Ho, Ho, Ho, Mmmmmm!!!!!
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Written by Laura Dee/claws4
December 1998
Copyright � in Canada
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