I hated being late, but this morning really wasn’t my fault. The arctic freeze currently settling over the city had left an impenetrable layer of ice on my windshield; even if I did have an ice scraper, I wouldn’t have made a dent. Letting the defrost work its magic was my only option. That also gave me time to find my left green elf-boot and my pointy elf hat, which just happened to be in my neighbor’s apartment; let’s just not ask questions about that! And when I finally made it to the mall, it was like the Indy 500 for the last parking space.

I had been playing Santa’s Helper since I was in college. Now that I was an administrative assistant, the money to wear the green and red was still helpful enough to warrant giving up five weekends during the holidays.

When I opened the door to the employee lounge, I stopped short in my converse as I looked at the other elves sipping coffee and talking about last night’s debaucheries.

“Yes! Hand over the cash, I won,” Rodney exclaimed, as they all looked at me laughing.

“What? What is that all about?” I asked, even though I knew the answer already.

There was a standing bet on how late I would be every Saturday morning. Usually, Santa won, and he gave me the money. Tom, our Santa, was a sweet man in his seventies and the kids all loved him, as did we. Over the years, he had taken me on as his adopted daughter since my dad passed away early and Tom only had sons.

“Hey, wait, technically you are all late to get out to Santa’s Playland, not just me. And where is Tom?” I asked.

“Don’t know,” Kelsey replied, “but I am starting to worry, he is never late. And the mob is getting anxious out there.”

Standing on the girl’s side of the lockers, I stripped off my yoga pants and sweatshirt, down to my red tank top and, mostly sheer, red tights without panties.  Just as my red rump was high in the air, the door swung open, and in ran a tall, dark, and handsome thirty-something man dressed in a Santa suit. Even with the black leather belt, the suit hung off his fit body like a little boy dressed up in daddy’s clothes.

Kelsey and I both look at him in awe and offer a breathy, “Hi.”

“Hi, I am Santa Claus. No.” Pinching the bridge of his nose, he took a deep breath, and just as he started to explain, he looked at me in my state of near undress and said, “Hi,” in a deep, masculine voice. Immediately, I felt my juices start to gather in my tights.

“Hi,” I said again. And I was quite sure everyone could see my hardened nipples through my tank top.

“Uh, sorry. Let me explain. I am David, Tom’s son.  My dad was having chest pain this morning. We took him to the hospital, and he is fine. But he insisted that I come to do his Santa Claus shift so that we didn’t let the kids down. So, let’s do this thing!” He flashed a gorgeous smile and I finally understood what the word “swoon” meant, as my body turned into a gooey, gumdrops and a quiet moan escaped my lips. 

After a moment to absorb this news, everyone jumped into action. Rodney and Kip explained to David how the elves usher the kids back and forth. Kelsey went to work trying to create a bowl full of jelly where David undoubtedly sported a six-pack, then helped with his beard and hat.

David was the epitome of Santa by the time I had slipped on my fairy-style red and green elf skirt and my green vest, plus hat and boots. Santa held the door open as we filed out to Playland. When I brought up the last of the elves he leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Santa couldn’t help but notice how happy you were to see him, can he take you for a hot chocolate later?”

Trying to regain a little self-respect, I just looked back at him and winked. “Depends on if Santa is naughty or nice today!”

As it turns out, Santa was both naughty and nice, which made me want to unwrap his package. David was fabulous with all the kids, no matter whether they said please and thank you, or kicked him in the shin. He just had a way about him that put a smile on every little face as they headed back to their parents.

But in between kids, he looked at me with a smolder that kept my tights wet all morning. And I was pretty sure when I bent over to pick up the little toddlers he could see my growing damp spot, because I could hear his self-satisfied laugh. I wasn’t sure if I liked this or resented it, but the fact was by noon, he had me so turned on I could warm the hot chocolate between my legs.

Back in the lounge, everyone laughed at their favorite moments of the morning as we changed back into normal clothes. I noticed that Santa slipped out fast and was disappointed that he stood me up for our cocoa date.

But as I exited the lounge, a firm hand grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side. David, now clad in jeans and a sweatshirt, pulled me close enough to smell his woodsy aftershave and said, “So how did I do? Hot chocolate?”

“You were great, and I would love to,” I replied.

“Awesome. I’ll drive, I know a great little place not far from here. But first, we have to do something,” he said grabbing my hand and led me deeper into the mall.

I got a little nervous as we headed straight for the jewelry store and joked, “David, I am up for a beverage, but I’d like to at least see you as the Easter Bunny before picking out an engagement ring.” He flashed me that swoon-worthy smile again.

He stopped at the entrance of the store and turned me to face him. “It may be too early for this, but I am a guy that takes chances.” I followed his eyes as he looked up to the mistletoe hanging above us.

Before I even finished smiling, David slid one hand behind my head and the other around my waist. He pulled me close and kissed me passionately. I was frozen in shock, but his passion quickly warmed me up everywhere and I returned his kiss with equal intensity.

At that moment, the energy between us could light up every Christmas tree across the city, the sky opened to angels singing, and party poppers went off between my legs. With all this happening, it’s no wonder I barely heard the noise trying to invade my bliss. As we pulled apart, I realized people in the store were applauding.

We waved to our fans and headed quickly out to his truck, laughing all the way.

“I hope you don’t think I am too forward, but I really want to do that again.” David looked me directly in the eye and reached for my hand.

One touch from Santa was all it took, and this elf was ready to hop into action. David pulled me onto his lap and my lips found his immediately. As we kissed, I could feel his growing excitement as I rolled my hips harder and harder on his lap. His hands slid under my sweatshirt and tank; he let out a low groan as he felt my nipples harden and I moaned softly.

Then his hands slid down into my yoga pants, one kneading my plump cheek, the other sliding to my front, rubbing his fingers on the outside of my red tights. His groan turned to a growl as he said, “I see you are still nice and wet for Santa.”

“Oh yes Santa, so happy.”

Not waiting a beat, his hand went down my tights and two fingers slid deep into my canal. I inhaled quickly, squeezed his fingers tight, and dug my fingers into his chest. David pumped his fingers fast and deep, rubbing my g spot with each pass. I leaned back as hard as I could into the steering wheel, giving David as much access as possible. As I started to hump against his fingers, David whispered, “I want my sexy little elf to cum for me. Cum for Santa.”

With that, David slid a third finger in and pushed me over the edge. It was like being inside a snow globe. As the orgasm rushed from deep within me and shook my entire body over and over, beautiful white and silver stars floated all around me.

“Holy shit Santa, that was amazing!” I said when I finally caught my breath.

David smiled and said, “Little elf, you ain’t seen nothing yet.

In seconds, David had flipped me on my back on the bench seat and slid my pants off, then did the same for his jeans. When he unwrapped his package, I couldn’t help but blurt out, “Oh, Santa baby!”

David settled between my legs rubbing the tip of his cock against my wet slit pushing a little harder with each push until he was between my lips and at my tight entrance.

“Are you ready, because I am going to stuff your stocking now?”

“Oh god, yes please Santa!”

He entered me slowly, his girth stretching me to fit him like a glove. As he pushed his cock into me, my walls grabbed onto him tightly and pulled him in greedily.

We both wanted it to happen faster, but at the same time were savoring every second of the sensation.

I had never made such sounds as I did during his penetration. But when David’s pelvis was flush with my lips, he began his sleigh ride, and our sounds became primal. No real words, just grunts, and groans as this naughty Santa pounded me hard and fast clear to my cervix with every thrust.

Despite the cold outside, sweat dripped from David’s brow onto my shoulder and it just made me want him deeper. I pumped my hips up to meet his. I could feel the juice from my first orgasm seeping down my ass crack onto his seat and could smell our sex scent filling the truck cab.

David never relinquished, never slowed. My hands were above my holding me down, so I wouldn’t slide into the door as he rammed me upwards.

“Oh Santa, I’m gonna...”

“Yes, yes, cum with me little elf.”

He slammed into me one more time and stalled, shooting ribbon after ribbon of his cream into my pussy, while I squeezed his cock so tightly and drenched him just as I did earlier.

We basked in the afterglow for a few moments before redressing. David took my face in his hands and kissed me gently. Then smiled and said, “So how about that hot chocolate?”

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