She called herself Raquel Raccoon. What did raccoons have to do with Christmas? He’d learned from the last few years of his daughter’s pageants, plays, and parties, that it probably wasn’t much deeper than the fact that kids liked raccoons. Maybe they were out of elf costumes at whatever place it is that outfits shopping mall Santas and their helpers, and raccoons were all they had left. His daughter didn’t seem to care so long as she got to tell the fat bearded guy in the red suit all about the toys she wanted him to bring her that year. So, why should he let it bother him?

He’d been standing in line for the past forty minutes and was very quickly losing his patience with the whole thing. Never again, he promised himself, though he knew he’d be right back there again next year if it put a smile on his daughter’s face.

At least there was Raquel. The girl beneath the costume couldn’t be more than twenty-three years old. She had copper hair, dark skin, and a beautiful Puerto Rican face with pleasantly sparkling brown eyes, full red lips that smiled warmly, and a cute little black tipped nose. More black makeup was drawn across her eyes and down her cheeks like a mask.

Her body was immaculately proportioned. The outfit she wore was tastefully PG enough for the kids while being revealing enough to give the dads in line something nicely suggestive to look at while they waited. She had a red sweater that stretched tight across her chest, highlighting the round shape of her perky breasts. Below, she wore a small, pine green skirt that flitted around her sexy thighs and flirted with the line of decency without actually crossing it whenever she bent over. She had on black leather lace-up boots that came up to her knees and hinted at other more adult kinds of costumes after hours. A fake bushy raccoon tail protruded from a belt beneath her sweater. It swished back and forth over her sexy ass as she moved.

When he finally reached the front of the line, she took his daughter and led her through a gate to Santa’s house. She told him it would probably be about ten or fifteen minutes, and at the end he’d receive a photo of his daughter with Santa. As she led his daughter away, he heard her tell another of the odd Christmas characters that she was going to take her break.

He moved around to the side of the Santa display to stand out of the way and wait. From there he could see backstage through a crack in the velvety red curtains that served as a change-room of sorts. Raquel sat on a bench with one boot lifted up. She was working at the laces. From his vantage point he could see up her skirt with a clear view of the sexy wine-colored thong she had on below.

“Oh my god,” he whispered to himself under his breath, excited by the voyeuristic sight of her underwear. His wife never wore underwear like that for him anymore. Not since their daughter was born. In fact their sex life had become quite sparse as their attentions were drawn to the other demands of family life.

Suddenly, Raquel lifted her face, turning her gaze on him. In a panic, he spun his eyes towards a nearby storefront exhibit, and pretended to be fascinated by a poster advertising a sale at Hot Topic. After a minute, he allowed himself to look again. She was still staring directly at him. Her boot remained on the bench, her burgundy panties on full display. If anything, she’d spread her legs wider allowing him an even better view of her intimate parts. She smiled at him — not the warm, slightly maternal smile she used out front, but a private, sexy, seductive smile, letting him know with her eyes exactly what was on her mind.

As he watched, her hand slid down her body, caressing her gorgeous breasts through her sweater. It drifted further over the slight curve of her abdomen and plunged between her thighs. She maintained eye contact with him as her fingers went to the edge of her panties and pulled them aside to reveal her flushed, glistening pussy. For his eyes only. She let her fingers dip between her folds, coating them in her slick juices, and then lifted them to her mouth and sucked them clean.

He stared at her, not able to believe the erotic exhibition happening right before his eyes. After a moment, she let her panties fall back into place, covering her pussy. He imagined the feeling of them, damp and warm as they absorbed her arousal. She looked at him, and cocked her head toward the front of the Santa display. He nodded, and then she slid the curtain all the way closed. The show was over.

He made his way over to the pick-up area, noticing a bright flash from behind the curtain as he passed. She was there to greet him a moment later with his daughter standing beside her, looking excited to tell him all about her conversation with Santa.

“Hi, I’m Raquel Raccoon. Your daughter did great. Here’s a picture of her with Santa...” She smiled at him and handed him an instant photo of his daughter on Santa’s lap. But there was another photo in her other hand. “And this is a little stocking-stuffer for dad,” she added with a flirty wink, handing him the second picture over his daughter’s head and out of her view. He took a brief glance at it and quickly stuffed it into his pocket, blushing. It was a close-up of her gorgeous wet pussy lips spread wide open like a butterfly by her slender fingers. “Merry Christmas,” she said with one last seductive smile, and turned back to attend to the next family waiting in line.