Holidays Are Cumming

It was getting near the end of the night and Santa only hada few more deliveries.  He came to a smallhouse on the edge of town and parked his sleigh on the roof. He made his way tothe chimney and shimmied down in time honoured fashion. There was just onepresent for this address. It was addressed to a Ms Jane Doe!  How mysterious thought Santa!   He hadjust put the present under the tree when he heard the front door open.  He knew he didn’t have time to climb back upthe chimney. Panicking at the thought of being caught in the act, he quicklyhid behind the curtains.

Jane Doe staggered into the house at 3am, slightly drunk andgiggling at the memories of a brilliant Christmas Eve party.  All her friends had been there, plus a rathergorgeous chap who was new to the area. Flirting with him outrageously andshowing far too much cleavage and thigh, she had staked her claim to him assoon as she found out he was single, and by the end of the party, she had hisaddress and phone number and the promise of a date after the holidays.  The promise of what that might lead to had ignitedher libido, she had had a bit of a “dry spell” recently.  She wasn’t dry tonight, she was horny as hell,and could feel her pussy dripping into her sopping wet panties. She slid offher little black sparkly party dress and slumped down on the sofa beforeopening her legs and cupping her mound. She squeezed her panties into her slit then brought her fingers to hernose to inhale the musty scent of her arousal.

Santa couldn’t see what was happening from behind the curtains,but he heard the unmistakable sound of someone sitting down and a zip being unfastened,and clothes being removed! Oh gosh, he thought, this could beembarrassing!  He had hoped they would gostraight to bed.  But there seemed to beno way out and he still had deliveries to make. He listened carefully and thought he heard a sigh.  Then another, then a moan, a sexy sensualmoan!  He blushed as red as his coat andwondered what Mrs Claus would think. Best not tell her he thought! As quietly as he could, he moved to theleft to give himself a slight view through the gap in the curtains.  What he saw made him glad his traditional redsuit was baggy, because a large bulge suddenly appeared in his trousers.

Jane was lost in her pleasure. Still sat on the sofa in hersilk lingerie she had her head back on a cushion staring at the ceiling, onestocking clad leg was over the back of the sofa, the other on the floor,leaving her splayed open.  Two fingerswere curled inside her, searching for her G-spot and her thumb rubbed her clit.  The other hand was inside her bra, twistinghard on a nipple. It was building slowly, and she needed it now.  Her fingers moved faster and faster and herpussy made that delightful squelching sound as she cried out and squirted allover the sofa.  Slowly she got herbreathing under control, but her hand stayed between her legs gently stroking asher eyes closed and she eventually drifted off to sleep.

Santa watched in awe as the beautiful girl pleasuredherself.  You didn’t get to see much ofthis sort of thing at the North Pole and Mrs Claus would not take kindly to himwatching, bless her.  He dare not movefor fear of giving away his presence but as he saw the girl reach her tremendousclimax and then fall asleep his hands went to work. Pulling down his baggy redtrousers he released his throbbing cock. The bell end was a red as Rudolphs’s nose!  Clamping his teeth together to avoid anysound he stroked himself while his eyes never left the scantily clad beauty infront of him.  As he felt his seed beginits journey he convulsed in pleasure and in doing so he made a fearful mess onthe curtains!  When he had regained hiscomposure, he zipped up and managed to tip toe silently across the room to thechimney, taking one last longing look at the amazing creature on the sofa.  A quick shimmy and he was back on his sleighand ready to finish the night’s deliveries.

The next morning, Jane was feeling distinctly hungover butwith her parents coming over for Christmas dinner, she quickly got ready and setabout cleaning the place up.  She noticeda present under the tree that she was sure hadn’t been there yesterday!  Oh well, it must have been from the party; lastnight was all a bit of a blur!!  It wasonly then that she noticed the stain on the curtains.  Cursing the extra work involved, she fetchedsome cleaner from the kitchen cupboard and started to clean whatever it was off.  Strangely, she thought, that smells like sex!Remembering how horny she was last night and what she did, it didn’t surpriseher.  That was a hell of a squirt shethought to herself with a smile, looking at how far it was from the sofa……….