I was not in the best of moods. My live in girl of 5 years was at her parents. On Christmas-friggen-eve. And I was alone just like the last 5 years. The argument was the same as every other year.
I usually start it, as she is getting ready to leave. "Why do you have to go?"
"Because I always spend Christmas eve with my mom and dad. You know that."
"We should be together on Christmas."
"I'll be back late tomorrow and we can spend Christmas night together."
"Why don't I just come along with you?"
"Because the last time you and Daddy met, you called him an anal retentive, dried up old bastard without an ounce of compassion or two brain cells to rub together."
"You told him you were sorry he was a total asshole!"
"Well I kind of meant it. Being sorry I mean."
She left anyway and now I was alone on Christmas Eve. I heated a 'Healthy-low fat, no taste" turkey dinner in the microwave and sat down with a beer. The bell rang, letting me know that the turkey was still half frozen and the "delicious apple desert" was burnt into a pile of steaming gunk.
I ate it anyway, using the beer to clear the bad taste out of my mouth. I watched a little TV channel surfing until I stopped on the Adult Entertainment channel. Finding that the action was causing a definite reaction in me, I turned it. I was not in the mood for a date with Rosie and her 5 sisters.
"Hey Santa!" I yelled out at the empty room, "I don't need any socks or underwear, or sweaters that would fit a sumo wrestler, If you really want to know what I want this year, I want to get laid on Christmas Eve!" Of course Santa did not answer.
I finally crawled up to the bedroom, stripped down and fell onto the bed. I went to sleep thinking of devious ways to get Cindy's father out of the picture. My dreams were a mixture of a bevy of sexy women I knew mixed with the rotten things I would say to my girlfriend's parents.
I awoke suddenly feeling a presence in our room. In the dim light from the window I could make out a figure standing at the foot of the bed. When I turned on the bedside lamp, I saw that it was definitely a female, and a fairly young one at that. She was about average height but was built better than I could ever have done in my imagination. Dressed in a red leather mini and bustier that could barely contain her breasts. She had a Christmas hat on that only partially covered the coal black tresses. She had green eyes and a ring in her right eyebrow.
I finally got my tongue back in my mouth, and my voice working again. "And who are you?"
"I'm Holly. Holly Clause. Daddy heard you wishing to get laid for Christmas so here I am."
"Wow. I was just yelling at the walls. You mean Santa is real?"
"He better be. Otherwise I'm not real either. Now are we going to get down to the business of your wish or not?"
"Now wait a minute. I gotta get this straight. I yell that I want to get laid and you show up?"
"Okay let's take a second and I will explain how things are. Normally one of the female elves takes care of these requests. However I was going by the communications center when your call came in. I convinced the dispatcher to let me come down and take care of your wish. Actually I blackmailed him. I know about his trysts with the fairies, and how he tries out all the blow-up dolls that get sent out.
Daddy would not have let me come if he knew, so I just waited until he finished up in this area and then snuck in."
"I hope that your dad never finds out. I would be on the naughty list forever."
"Relax he is so busy tonight he will never notice. I just have to get the snowmobile back before he gets home." With that, she started slipping the skirt over her hips revealing a black garter and stockings. Her exposed pubic hair and puffy lips made it apparent that she had a distain for panties. She smiled when she saw my mouth drop open again and the tent in the bed sheet.
She then loosened her bustier and slid it down bringing her globes into view. She moved closer and I sat up and reached for her nipples. She moaned and leaned into my hands. She put her hand behind my head and pulled my face toward where my hands were.
Dream or not I was going to enjoy this! I dove in, sucking her nipples into hardness, using her sighs to guide my tongue. When she started thrusting her pelvis at me, I lowered my head until I could feel her wiry hair tickle my nose. Her essence was like I had never experienced before. Mixed with the muskiness was the clear odor of peppermint. Taking a taste from her wet lips, I could taste candy canes. I leaned back on the bed pulling her on top of me into a 69. She seemed fascinated with my cock moving it around and taking tentative kisses along its length. She finally kissed the head and took it into her mouth.
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