The nearly decorated tree shone its lights through her crimson nightie which crept up over her beautiful tush and made her short curls glow in golden limning.

“Help me put the star at the top,” she said. “I can’t quite reach it.”

I stood up from the chair upon which I had been sitting, just watching her lithe body move as she decorated, her small breasts swaying so seductively beneath the thin sheath. I picked her up and lifted her easily, her weight almost nothing and she placed the star at the top of the tree. I backed up to the chair letting slide down my body, her legs crooked around me.