My sister, Cora, is a flaky pain in my ass. I love her to death, but she waits until the last goddamn minute for everything. I asked her all of November what she and my nephew, Scotty, wanted for Christmas. She finally just answered me… on December 15th. ARE. YOU. SERIOUS. It is ten days before Christmas, lady!
Scotty wanted some fighting video game that came out this year because of course he does. He’s twelve. Cora wanted a couple of romance novels. That I could definitely do.
So, on a cold-ass Tuesday night, I headed to the department store. I hit the book section first. Romance novels, check. I groaned as I trudged across the store to where the video games were. On my way, I passed a gentleman who was dressed in a Santa suit pondering over some vinyl records.
I was so out of my element; you could have called me Donny. I found a sales associate with a nametag that said Chet on it. He was maybe 18 with blonde hair cut into a swoopy emo hairdo. (Woah, I’m having war flashbacks, here.)
“Hi, do you have,” I looked down at my phone, “Fists of Fury V?” Chet shook the blonde hair out of his eyes.
“Oh yeah, it’s at the end of this aisle,” he said, as he pointed. I mumbled my thanks before I headed over to the end cap. There was one blessed copy of this god-forsaken game left. I lucked out. I picked it up to look at it, and suddenly was snatched from my hand.
“Hey!” I hollered. “What is wrong with you?!” I yelled at a red-faced man with a large brown beard in a green flannel and red baseball cap.
“My kid wants this.”
“Well, unfortunately, this is my copy that you so rudely ripped out of my hands. So, give it back to me,” I said as I reached for the game in his meaty grip. He swatted my hand away aggressively, and I raised my voice.
“Don’t fucking touch me! Give me the goddamn game!”
“Fuck you, ya uppity bitch!” he screeched back as he clutched the game to his chest like it was the most precious thing in the world.
“Hey! Hey! Hey!” I heard from behind me before the man in the Santa get-up appeared on my right. “What’s going on? Are you okay?” he asked as he turned to me.
“I’m okay, but this guy tore that game out of my hands. I’m trying to get him to give it back to me.” Santa turned to the angry lumberjackass.
“Dude, give the lady the game. That shit isn’t cool.” I stayed silent as the mystery man stood up for me. I could have, but honestly, it was eight-thirty p.m., and I was exhausted, and fighting with this guy was not doing my exhaustion any favors.
“Fuck you, St. Nick. My kid wants this, so he’s getting it. Bitch can go somewhere else.”
“Her kid probably wants it too, which is why it was in her hand, you nimrod. Just be a decent guy and give it back. No harm, no foul,” he said, palms upturned in a non-threatening gesture.
“Fuck off.”
“Seriously, what kind of man are you, dude?” Santa asked as the man turned and began to walk away. Santa looked around to make sure there were no prying eyes, then leaned toward me.
“Get ready to run,” he whispered.
“What?!” I whisper-yelled. I watched as this man dressed as Jolly ol’ St Nick walked up to this fuming man and tapped him on the shoulder. I held my breath, thinking this buffoon was going to crack Santa a good one. The man turned around, his face sour. Santa held out his hand like he wanted to shake hands.
“Hey, Merry Fistmas.” The man took his hand and realized about two seconds too late what he had actually said before Santa clocked that asshole right in the nose. His hands flew up to the bits that just got tenderized and the game slipped from his grip. With cat-like reflexes, Santa was there to catch it before it clattered to the floor. He looked back at me.
“Run!” He took off and grabbed my free hand with his as he dragged me through the store at a quick pace. We weaved through clothing racks and folded displays.
“Are you crazy!?” rasped out as he dragged me along.
“Shut up and run, lady!” he mumbled back. I chanced a glance over my shoulder and saw the angry man lumbering after us, even angrier than he was, so I picked up my pace after Santa. We ducked into the lingerie department, hiding behind a large display of Christmas-themed bras and panties. Santa chuckled, and I raised an eyebrow.
“What could possibly be funny right now?” I asked.
“Hey, it’s me!” he said as he pointed to a Santa face on a pair of panties and giggled.
“Oh my god,” I said as I rolled my eyes. We heard the angry man’s heavy breathing approaching where we were. I peeked under the display and watched as his boots ambled by. I didn’t know how long he was going to search for us. So, when I saw his feet nearly clear the far end of the display, I grabbed Santa’s hand, turned around, and pulled him into the lingerie fitting rooms.
Once under the cover of the fitting room entrance, I shoved him into the biggest stall and slid the bolt, locking us in. I let out a breath and my body sagged as I hugged the books to my chest. I turned to the crazy man in the askew white beard and shoved him against the mirror with a finger to his chest.
“So, were you trying to get us killed?” He handed the game to me.
“Relax lady. I got your game, didn’t I? Dude needed an attitude adjustment, anyway. You don’t treat people that way,” he said as he shrugged. “We’re safe now.”
“Kelly,” I said. He smiled.
“Doug, but you can call me Santa,” he laughed. I leaned in and clapped my free hand over his mouth. He smelled faintly of peppermint, like candy canes.
“Shhh, he could still be out there.” A muffled laugh drifted from beneath my fingers. He brought his hand to peel mine from his face and held it in his hand as he chuckled more quietly.
“Kelly, I’m sure he’s gone, but we can hang out in here a bit longer just to be safe.” His hand felt good in mine. Honestly, despite the angry man who wanted to crush us, okay, well, crush Doug, this was probably the most excitement I’ve had in a long time. Dear god, am I sad or what?
I didn’t drop his hand as I watched him smirk at me. His blue eyes screamed “mischief” at me beneath the hat and silly beard. I leaned to the side and set my books, video game, and purse on the small bench, and faced him again.
“Thank you,” I whispered breathlessly before I kissed his cheek. When I pulled back, I saw a devilish glint in his eyes. My hand drifted up to tug on the beard, revealing his lush pink lips. The beard slid under Santa’s chin as I studied his face.
I wanted to kiss him, but he was a stranger. Would he even be into it? We were in a department store fitting room?! Where was this going to end up? What if…?
I gave myself the gift of not overthinking for once and brushed my lips against his. The light touch lit a fire within both of us. We were a fury of hands, mouths, tongues, and teeth. My hands gripped his shoulder and the back of his head while his hands pulled my body against his.
Even through the thick material of his Santa suit and the added layer of my dress, I could feel him, hard and ready. My own body responded to his eagerness. Waves of desire rolled through me and crashed against my pussy, making it throb.
One of his hands slid down my back to grab a handful of my ass, making my dress ride up. Santa’s fingers bunched the material of my dress to get underneath. A whimper of surprise escaped him as his fingers touched bare flesh. He realized I was wearing thong underwear. His hand kneaded my ass as our mouths devoured one another.
He slid his fingers under the waistband of my skimpy underwear. They traveled to the front, and he hesitated. I nodded and shifted my hips, encouraging him. There was nothing I wanted more in that moment than his fingers inside me.
His hand dipped below the band, his fingers gently probing for my cleft. When he found it, he slipped between my lips, and he let out a soft chuckle.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered against my cheek.
“I guess running for my life gets me going,” I shot back breathlessly as he slipped a finger into me. I couldn’t help but whine. His free hand came to settle over my mouth.
“Shhh, Kelly. We don’t want to get caught, do we?” I shook my head as he added another finger, and my eyes rolled back.
“Fuck,” I mumbled behind his hand as Santa finger fucked me right there in the dressing room. My grip on him tightened as the embers inside began to glow. Every stroke of his fingers stoked the fire, fueling the flames.
He withdrew his fingers, and I whimpered. He brought them to his mouth and tasted me. The tips of my ears burned with lust and embarrassment. I’m sure my cheeks were as red as a strawberry. Santa spun us around so that my back was now against the mirror. He dropped to his knees in front of me and ran his hands up my thighs, back to my panties. His fingers curled around the band as he slid them down my legs. He paused and his eyes caught mine.
“Do… you want me to?” he whispered. I nodded silently as I lifted the hem of my dress, inviting. He was tentative at first. His breath ghosted over my mound before he leaned in. Santa pressed his lips against my cleft and my knees nearly buckled.
I slid my hand under his red and white furry hat, and it flopped to the ground behind him, revealing soft brown curls. I buried my fingers in his hair as his tongue darted out to lick at my slit, sliding over my clit. A soft moan drifted from my throat, and I clapped my free hand over my mouth.
My gaze fell to the man in front of me, his face buried in my cunt. His azure eyes rolled up to meet mine as he feasted. Santa’s tongue rolled through my folds, and I stifled another sound of pleasure with my hand. His eyes stayed fixed on me as his mouth worked me over.
His tongue never stayed in one place too long. Santa would lap at my clit for a moment, then slide through my folds to probe at my entrance. My fist gripped his curls and my hips ground against his face, demanding attention on my clit.
He obliged eagerly. Eyes still locked on mine, and my cheeks flushed again under his intense gaze. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back as I concentrated on the sensations. The fire inside me built from the smoldering embers his fingers ignited into tiny flames licking within.
With every sup of Santa’s mouth and stroke of his tongue over my clit, it sent the flames reaching higher. My orgasm built with intense pressure inside my belly. My body was alight and my nerves raw with anticipation as he worked at my cleft. He began to suck my clit gently, and I felt like I was struck by lightning.
Every atom of me was electrified, firing at warp speed. My body convulsed as my hand tightened and pulled his hair. He chuckled, and this only spurred him on. His hands slid up the back of my thighs to grip my ass as he pushed his face farther into my pussy.
He focused all his efforts on my sensitive nub. The flames within bloomed into an inferno as my body shook when my orgasm exploded from me. My heart thumped against my ribs as I gulped at the air, the force of my climax forcing the oxygen from my lungs. Santa’s tongue still fluttered along my slit as the blaze inside died back down to embers. His mouth kept working, overstimulating me until I had to pull him off by the grip I still had on his hair.
“Fuck… Doug. That…” I panted as I sagged against the mirror. He just smirked up at me before he stood. He took me in his arms and kissed me again. I tasted myself on his tongue as my hand shifted down from his side to the front of his velour pants. I palmed his cock through the fabric and his eyes closed before he softly groaned.
“Fuck, Kelly.” I smirked at him as my hand continued to rub and massage his bulge.
“I think I have something that can help with this,” I said softly before I gave his package a light squeeze. I bent down to rummage through my purse and found what I was looking for. Standing, I had the foil packet of a condom between my fingers.
“I do love a woman that comes prepared,” he chuckled before he stepped back and worked his pants open. He pulled his boxers and pants down just far enough that his cock sprang free. He gave it a couple of light strokes before he shot me a smirk. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. It was a good length, thick, with a fat, lickable vein running up the underside. The head was shiny and slick with pre-cum. I longed for a taste, but I was too late. Santa was already rolling the condom down his length. I don’t know what came over me or where I found the boldness for my next request.
“Keep stroking, I want to watch you.” His smirk returned.
“Oh, you like to watch huh?” he asked in a sly tone. He stroked his cock in slow deliberate pulls. I watched as his hand twisted when he got to the head. The rhythm his hand set had me bewitched. I felt my pussy throb as I watched his hand work his length. I didn’t even notice him closing the small distance between us until he was right in front of me. “Since you like to watch, watch this,” he whispered.
He spun me around and shoved me up against the mirror. My breasts and face were pressed against the glass and my back arched, my ass wiggling against his cock. Instinctively, I shifted. Bending at the waist I spread my legs for him. My hands were planted on the mirror and his eyes met mine in our reflection. I nodded, my gaze sultry and hot, willing him to take me.
“Goddamn,” was all he said as he lifted the skirt of my dress above my hips, waving his hands in wonder as if my bare ass and needy cunt were the holy grail. Then suddenly the head of his cock was sliding through my folds, gathering my slickness before he settled at my entrance. Then suddenly the head of his cock was sliding through my folds, gathering my slickness before he settled at my entrance. He paused for a moment, and that moment was too much; I needed him inside me… now. I pushed back and his cock slipped inside me. The stretch was intense, stealing my breath from me in a sharp gasp.
“Fuck, you’re tight Kelly,” he groaned as I slid back on his cock inch by inch. Once he was buried deep, I took a moment to revel in the way he filled me so completely and perfectly. I ground against him, my cunt gripping and convulsing around his length. “Fucking Christ,” he rasped out. All I could do was giggle, but my giggle died in my mouth as he pulled back and speared my pussy again.
“Ohhh,” I breathed out as I willed my legs to not give up on me. Fuck, he felt so good. His pace started slow and deliberate, but then the intercom system sounded.
“Attention shoppers, the store will be closing in approximately 15 minutes. Please make your final selections and come to the front. The store will be open at 7 am tomorrow. Thank you.”
Santa’s tempo picked up as he fucked into me in long but hard strokes. I watched him in the mirror as his fingers dug into my hips, chasing his high. His reflection’s eyes met mine and I smirked at him.
“Fuck me, Santa!” I commanded in the loudest whisper I could. I watched his reflection laugh a silent laugh before he re-upped his grip on my hips and began to pound me. I had to brace myself against the mirror with the force of his thrusts.
The sharp angle I was bent at was starting to get uncomfortable. I reached a hand back and placed it on Santa’s hand which was gripping my hip.
“Stay with me, Santa,” I said as I shifted my weight and moved forward a bit so I could straighten slightly. He moved with me flawlessly, never missing a beat. The new angle made me moan, he was hitting all the right spots now. His hand clapped over my mouth, and his lips were at my ear.
“You’ve been such a good girl, don’t spoil it now,” he whispered.
“Yes, Santa,” I panted as he continued to fuck me at a furious pace. The intercom system sounded again.
“Attention shoppers, the store will be closing in approximately 10 minutes. Please make your final selections and come to the front. The store will be open at 7 am tomorrow. Thank you.”
“Fuck,” he muttered before he fucked me even harder. His onslaught rocked my body, and I felt another orgasm starting to build. The flames grew fast, faster than the first. My legs shook as my body stood on the cliff’s edge.
“I… I’m going to come,” I managed, my voice scratchy and cracked.
“That’s Santa’s good girl,” he purred, and his cadence increased again, fucking into me harder and faster than ever. Suddenly my orgasm exploded and muffled sobs escaped me, his hand over my mouth again. My cunt pulsed and convulsed around his cock, and he must have found his release too. His cock throbbed and pumped inside me. Once his body had given all it could, we sagged against the mirror.
Our breaths came in gasps, his weight against me, pinning me. The beard he still wore under his chin tickled my cheek, and I started to giggle. It seemed contagious because I could feel his body shaking with laughter behind me.
He stepped back and pulled his cock free from me, and I whimpered. Fuck, he felt so good inside me, like I was made to fit him. I dropped the hem of my dress as I grabbed my panties and turned around. I watched him carefully slide the condom from his rapidly softening, but gorgeous cock. He held it up and giggled. I gave him a crooked smile and raised an eyebrow.
“What’s so funny?”
“I should go find that douche and slap him with this,” he said wiggling the full condom before he chuckled.
“Really give him a White Christmas, huh?” We both fell into a fit of laughter as another announcement sounded, warning us the store would be closing in five minutes.
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