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“Grrr!” I finally growl, forgetting all my feelings. Just feeling plainly pissed with my life so far. “I hate Christmas.”
A deep, muffled laugh makes me cover my chest with my hands, even though I’m dressed by now, minus the weird looking velvet boots.
“Who is it?” I ask aloud. “Who’s there?”Chapter TwoLucianI’m not even supposed to be down here, I have a meeting in like five minutes, ten minutes away.
But once I hear her voice, and definitely, once I see her from behind, I know I’m pretty much done for.
I’m booked solid to be ‘Mr. Claus,’ from three ‘til eight until Christmas Eve, but I really can’t make it today.
Old Bill though, he’s a gun. The longest serving janitor at Kellerman’s who always loves a chance to be Santa if nobody else can and is always ready to take my place.
I was only coming down to make sure he’d turned up.
Bill has some, uh… personal problems and it can sometimes get in the way of his performance. But when he’s here, he’s a gem.
But I don’t see Bill, and Clara doesn’t seem worried, so I figure it’s taken care of.
Normally I’d spin on my heel and go do what I have to.
But that voice.
That golden hair.
That ass.
It’s a unisex changing area, with lockers and curtains. A men’s side and a woman’s side, where most of the staff who can’t get changed at home change here, like those dressed as elves and Santa at Christmas.
I hang back once I see them both go in, but once Carla leaves, I’m not quite sure what comes over me.
It’s like something inside me is suddenly tingling.
A thread that pulls me to her, whoever she is.
I also notice how hard my dick is. If anybody was to happen by…
Before I know it, I’ve crept in and concealed myself behind a changing room curtain out of sight.
I’m on the men’s side, I tell myself.
It’s alright.
My heart is pounding against my ribs and my ears are ringing as I feel myself move closer toward her.
Peeking through a gap, I can see she’s unsure of something, maybe everything. But something tells me she feels my eyes on her.
And that there’s a part of her too that’s feeling something bubbling up from deep inside.
Her clear blue eyes never meet the mirrors or mine. And already I’m quietly unzipping myself, feeling my hot hard dick in my hand for what feels like the first time in twenty years.
God, I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard.
I can’t help it. And a low, animal sound escapes me as I start to feel the head of manhood stimulated by my own hand, imagining it to be the sweet tight lips of her pussy.
Now, I have to say I’m no pervert. Not like I hang around concrete hallways waiting for women to get changed.
But it’s not like she isn’t giving me a show either.
I never thought of having a ‘type.’ But seeing her thick body shimmy out of her jeans, bending over, and then lifting off her white blouse, I can’t help but feel I’m getting a refresher in female biology.
Her skin is so smooth, so soft looking. Almost like powder.
And her hips, fuck me those hips, I can feel my hands on them already, pushing her legs open from behind as I slide into her… filling her with my seed in no time.
Jesus Lucian, get a grip. I tell myself, noticing how tight my own grip on my dick actually is, pumping frantically now as another groan battles against my clenched jaw.
Watching her swollen chest thicken, her breath shiver as she starts to dress, I can’t help but realize she knows someone’s watching.
It’s gotta be turning her on as much as it is me.
I feel my balls starting to rise too soon. I have to stop or I will be in more trouble than I’ve already started.
Once she’s dressed, she growls herself, letting out a terrible groan about how much she hates Christmas.
Ironic, I think, considering how she’s dressed.
Mrs. Claus in a two piece, tight fitting velvet suit that oozes Christmas and is making me ooze my own desire for her.
I hear a muffled laugh until I realize in horror it’s my own.
Hurriedly, I zip myself up, wishing she could see what she’s done to me.
I feel the wet squelch of my dick inside my pants and hold my breath as she asks if anyone’s in here with her.
I want to tell her.
I want to show her. I want to take her here and now, right over that damned chair, she had her beautiful leg up on.
But I can’t. Not yet.
Apart from my meeting, which I’m now late for, I know if I expose myself now it might scare her off.
And that’s not what I want.
Plus, she’s Mrs. Claus, due on duty right about… now.
