Chapter 1

It was shaping up to be the best Christmas ever for Marcie Underwood.

The stinging water from the high tech showerhead was washing away the scent of sex with her adorable new boyfriend Collin. She had met him at a party the past weekend and he had dazzled her with his stories of living in Paris and kissing girls under the Eiffel Tower for luck. He gave her a present wrapped in Christmas green and when she opened it there was a miniature Eiffel Tower hanging from a silver chain.

She let Collin kiss her with her eyes shut and it was all downhill from there. She had her first orgasm in ages with his delicious cock buried to the hilt in her hungry pussy. It was only the first step to his frenzied exploration of all of her openings with the enthusiasm only young lovers seem to possess.

Her long-term relationship with her married boss, Mister Honeywell, had been faltering lately because he had a myriad of commitments to his graduating-from-college daughters. Marcie didn't really care for either of them because they were sour-faced drains on her amorous boss's bank account and they showed no appreciation at all. Not that she should be concerned about his money because she had never asked him for anything except his cock when he was in the mood.

This dalliance with Collin was the first time she had engaged in a sexual relationship with a man since she had taken up with the handsome and much older Mister Honeywell. It had amazed her how virile the mature man was and with the ability to rise to any occasion with very little down time. His wife Cynthia was a social butterfly and it was rumored her personal assistant Francine was a total bull dyke who kept her on a short leash. She had seen the muscular Francine and saw the look in her eyes when she bent over and knew the attractive female was attracted to her back door just like any college boy with no morals.

Marcie let her fingers wander down to her shaved pussy to investigate the readiness of her feminine folds. It felt so nice to feel the touch of fingers down there. She closed her eyes and imagined it was Collin returned early from his appointment at the gallery. He pushed with a familiar confidence up into her vaginal opening knowing she anticipated his initiative. Marcie gasped with pleasure because the fingers had reached that plateau of happiness that usually triggered her urge to release her passion.

She shuddered silently and leaned against the tiled wall of the shower letting it all flow down the drain.

It was time to get dressed and go shopping for Christmas presents.

Her long-term love interest, Mister Honeywell was up in Connecticut with his extended family probably starting early on the martinis and chatting up the catering girls in the pantry. Dear Collin had texted her he was delayed at the gallery and might have good news upon his return. She checked her reflection in the mirror wondering if the skirt might be a little too tight and perhaps a little too short.

"Oh, Hell, it's Christmas, if you got it you should flaunt it."

She had her green tights on underneath with the comfortable soft cotton section that rested snugly against her crotch and her neatly packaged bottom. There was a slight bulge of skin and a layer of annoying fat at the top of the tights but it was easily disguised by her wide leather belt that hid the outline. It just accentuated her desire to lose a bit of weight starting right after the New Year. At lease, Mister Honeywell and now Collin didn't seem to mind her slightly overweight condition and were more than happy to slap and play with her little bit of extra when they were riding her from behind.

The taxi let her out about two blocks from the department store and she could tell it was already crowded with hordes of folks looking for that last purchase before Christmas. Marcie knew it was her own fault to be so tardy in getting a present for Mister Honeywell and now she had to get one for Collin as well. She had gotten her family presents a long time ago and they were safely mailed to her small hometown in Indiana. The silly girls with the perfume dispensers were spritzing everyone within reach. She dodged her way past them and merged with the crowd heading for the escalator to the men's department.

She looked at shirts and ties. She looked at pajamas and robes. In fact, she even looked at underwear with pictures of hunky guys with big bulges in their crotch to hold their package comfortably. Marcie spent a long time looking at those drawers and she saw a salesman with ears that stuck out at a crazy angle watching her with a knowing smile on his face. She was certain she blushed like an idiot being found out like that lusting for the feel of a man's cock.

After a lot of indecision, she decided on purchasing two "Genuine Leather" wallets for her two male companions. She placed them on top of her already purchased French underwear and nylon stockings. They were expensive but a gift to herself was always a good idea at Christmastime.

She was still thinking about the male models on the designer briefs when she was stopped at the exit by a pair of female store detectives in street clothes. They grabbed her by both arms and escorted her back to the small office behind the dressing rooms against her embarrassed protests. They sat her down on the wide leather sofa and told her that she was suspected of shoplifting. It was so ridiculous that she just stared at them in a state of shock.

They opened her bag and pulled out the French undies and the nylons and held them up to see if she had hidden anything not paid for inside the bag. It was so idiotic that she almost laughed. Then, they came across the two wallets and found no receipt for them.

She nervously tried to explain,

"I got them for my friends and I just forgot to pay at the register. Let me dig out my credit card and I will pay for them right now."

The pair of security females laughed at her and told her in a firm voice,