Santa's Special Delivery
Copyright© 2010 by Lubrican
Chapter 5
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Bob was a cop, but his hobby was playing Santa every year to find a family that deserved a little help. Then he and his friends helped them. This year, though, things went wrong during the delivery, and Santa suddenly had to go back to being a cop. In the process, Santa got a present too.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Pregnancy Slow
We took my car, which had three seatbelts in the front. Eva scooted next to me and got her son strapped in before she dug out the belt for herself. When I pulled away she laid her hand on my thigh.
I turned my head to look at her.
"Do you have any idea what you're doing?"
"I hope so," she said, looking straight ahead.
"I'm not so sure you have a clue," I suggested.
Her hand slid between my legs and she squeezed my inner thigh gently. "You mean this?" she asked innocently.
"You've known me for less than twenty-four hours," I pointed out.
"Sometimes a girl can just tell," she said.
"And do I get a vote in this?" I asked.
"Of course you do," she said.
"And what if I vote no?" I asked.
Her hand slid quickly up to cup my cock through my pants.
My firm cock.
The cock that had gotten erect while I wasn't paying attention to it.
"I don't think that's what you're going to vote," she said, returning her hand to the top of my thigh.
She left it there the rest of the way to the shelter.
It turned out Eva and Timothy had eaten at places like this before. They weren't frequent visitors, but she wasn't too proud to take what she could get when the pickings were slim. Most of the staff knew me, and welcomed Eva with arms that were entirely too open. Everybody in town seemed to be dissatisfied that I was unattached, and they didn't care about the age difference either.
We ended up staying four hours. I washed dishes, which Timothy brought me for a while, along with a bevy of other bus people. When he got tired he took his artist set around asking people if they wanted a picture. Eva served for a while and then sat at the tables, just talking to people while they ate. It was getting very hard to resist this woman, wet behind the ears though she may be.
When we left, Timothy, ever full of energy, beat us to the car.
"I get to sit in the middle this time!" he announced.
"Well lah-de-da," said his mother. "Maybe I should sit in the back, like they do in the fancy cars, and you could be my footman and Bob could be my driver."
"Okay!" said Timothy.
And that's how I drove them home.
It was still early, in terms of daylight, but once we got back she told Timothy to go put his artist kit away. Once he was out of sight she pressed herself against me and draped her arms around my neck.
"You have to go now," she said.
"I do." My voice neither rose nor fell at the end.
"Yes, because I'm going to go take a shower, and when I get out I'm going to be all naked, and if you're still here I'm going to want to do things you're too old fashioned to do on a first date."
"Me? Old fashioned?" I rolled my eyes. She felt good pressed against me. Really good.
"Yes you. And I don't want to scare you away before I prove to you that age doesn't matter."
"You seem very sure of yourself," I said softly. I put my hands on her hips.
"I know what I like," she said.
"You're very trusting," I suggested.
"No I'm not. I've seen you in action, and now I've seen you around other people ... people who respect you. Respect has to be earned. I think I'm in good hands with you."
"What if I get all clingy and want a serious relationship?" I asked.
"If you did you'd be married already," she said.
"So you think I'm into one night stands?"
"No. If I thought that I wouldn't be making you go home."
"Are you into one night stands?" I asked.
"Are you going to ask me on a second date or not?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of displeasure.
"I am," I said, without even thinking about it.
There was a long silence, while she stared into my eyes. Finally she spoke.
"Well go ahead then."
"What? Oh. I'd like to see you again," I said.
"And when might that be?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes at me.
"Tomorrow, please!" piped Timothy, who was standing beside us, staring up at us both. We had been so intent on each other, neither of us realized he had come in and was watching us.
"Why tomorrow?" asked his mother.
"Because I think you're trying to hide it from me, but that he's really here to help us get my little brother on the way, and I want you to get started tomorrow."
The date was made, and then broken the next morning when Eva called me.
"About our date..." she started.
"Yes?" I said.
"I need to make it tomorrow instead of tonight. Is that a problem?"
I didn't mind, other than the fact that I was already looking forward to seeing her again. It was at that stage of things where you don't really know what's going to happen, but all kinds of things are whirling around in your imagination.
"Let me check my calendar," I said.
"How many women are you stringing along like this?" she asked.
"Let me add them up," I teased.
"Because I have to tell you, I'm a one-man woman, and it would be nice if you were a one-woman man."
"Are we hurrying things just a teensy bit, maybe?" I asked.
"No."
"I see." I paused a few seconds. "Well, look at that, there's an opening tomorrow night!"
"I'm so pleased," she said, a wry tone in her voice.
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