Stocking Fillers - Erotica (3 page)

She snaps out
of her daydream as she hears floorboards creaking outside. Her
heart skips a beat as she can hear him get out and subsequently
drop his keys. Only now does she fret, can she do this? He might
have a boyfriend or not 'like' girls or have had a bad day or
anything! 'Don't be a chicken Sandra, do it' she thinks to herself.
Flinging the door open she is confronted with David, bent over
picking up his keys. He sheepishly looks over at her, shopping bags
at his feet.

'Hey, sorry,
did I disturb you?' he asks, that smile already making her melt
away.

'Oh no!
I...I...'

'Yes?'

'I just wanted
to give you this as a Christmas present and hope you enjoy and that
you will probably go away so I hope you have a good Christmas and I
hope you like these and...well, yea.'

David blinks a
couple of times in silence, his eyes locked on her.

'Well that was
certainly different.'

Sandra blushes
every shade of red imaginable, her outburst not at all in keeping
with how she presents herself. She awkwardly shuffles her feet in
the silence.

'But, thank
you.'

She begins to
move round and re-enter her apartment, trying to keep from
exploding with embarrassment.

'Sandra?'

She turns to
his voice while thinking to herself, 'God I wish I heard that every
morning'. Returning to face him she sees he has opened his door and
is reaching inside.

'I got you
something too, just as a thank you.'

'A thank you
for what?' she asks, searching through her memories to think of
anything she has helped him with.

'Well for
welcoming me here, making me feel at home and...'

'Yes?'

'Thank you for
being the first thing to make me smile in the day.'

Sandra turns a
shade of red never seen before as David hands her a small box.
Small and purple she eyes is as David looks on.

'Well go on,
open it!'

Nervously she
opens the box, not truly expecting what she'll find.

Opening it up
she sees a small flower, dried but recognisable.

'I needed an
excuse, so thought mistletoe would be a good present.'

She looks up
at his eyes, smiling broadly.

'The
best.'

Pulling in to
each other David gently places his arm around her and kisses.
Sandra feels like her entire body has been given an electric shock,
goose bumps upon goosebumps. His lips feel warm to hers, like when
you dip your toe in to a warm bath and feel instantly relaxed. She
slips her hand also round his, feeling his shape as they pull
closer. She'd always dreamt of this and now here it was, and she
wasn't wasting a minute.

Their kissing
becomes more frantic, heated, passionate. Their hands swarm over
each other like they are mapping every inch of each other. She
bites his lip, smiling as she does so. It is like a dream to her,
getting what she wanted. His hands reach up and cup her face,
holding her close as he kisses deeply. She allows herself the
luxury of her tongue to explore his, gently at first but soon as
entwined as their bodies. She finally pulls away from him for a
second to think, to collect her thoughts.

'Well that
certainly was a good Christmas present...what I always wanted,' she
smiles as she speaks.

'Do I smell
baking?' asks David?

Sandra lets
out a loud laugh to his surprise.

'David, you
have no idea.'

'Well mind if
I join in?'

She looks at
him again, then down at the mistletoe.

'It would make
my Christmas!'

A Christmas Carole

by

Mouna Lott and
TH Rusty

Nick scowled
on his way to meet the lads down the local. He’d been working the
second job for six weeks and tomorrow was his last day. Working day
and night without pause had left him exhausted and unable to fulfil
his duties as a mate. Thinking about it, he didn't even remember
the last time they’d all gone out together. He hoped they wouldn't
ask what he'd been up to.

He walked into
the pub and immediately the cold December air was replaced by the
yeasty smell of spilled beer in the garish carpet heightened by the
warmth of a bar full of patrons. Tinsel groped every lamp and a
large Christmas tree had squeezed itself in between the cramped
dark wood tables. The noise ricocheted off the tiny interior and he
heard the unmistakable howl of his brother laughing. He wandered
over to the table and smiled at the guys sitting with their drinks.
They clocked the festive bag.

‘
Ho ho
ho! And where have you been hiding? Are those our presents in that
sack?’ laughed his mate Josh.

Nick hesitated
for a minute standing awkwardly wondering whether he should tell
them .

‘
Not a
chance! I haven't been working a second job, been slaving away day
and night so I can throw gifts at you buggers. I'm being a good dad
this year.’ he said defensively.

‘
Hey
drinks are on Nick!’ said Carl, lifting his beer to salute Nick.
His other mates cheered.

‘
Not
likely. Every penny is for Christmas guys. Kid's presents and the
food. I've paid for all that. Then there's the new baby coming in
less than a month now. It’s not like I’m paid THAT well,’
backtracked Nick, beginning to wonder if he should have just gone
home to the small two bedroomed flat on the sink hole estate he
wanted to move away from.

Something
about his demeanour stopped his friends urging him to the bar for
another round and Nick relaxed, knowing that they understood. He
sat down on the stained velvet covered chair and looked around.
Jimmy, his brother stood up.

‘
What do
you want Nick? My shout.'

‘
A
Guinness thanks,’ he replied.

‘
So come
on Nick, let us in man. What's with the secrecy?’ asked Josh
picking up his drink and and taking a swig.

‘
It's
not that big a secret really. I'm Santa Claus in Handleys, the toy
shop in the precinct. One day to go, then I'm done, if you must
know,’ said Nick quietly. There was a pause to the conversation,
followed quickly by an outburst of laughter.

‘
You got
to be joking!’ said Josh when he controlled himself.

'Oh it's Saint
Nick!’ laughed Alex. ‘Better get enough booze down you so you can
get that stomach going.’

'Do you have a
nice saucy little elf to help? Getting in some over time with her?'
Carl smirked.

'Carole isn't
like that. It's just a job,' Nick mumbled.

'Ha ha Saint
Nick and a Christmas Carol,' laughed Jimmy hearing the end of the
conversation. He placed the pint glass in front of Nick.

While the
others laughed Nick shrank self consciously into himself. Actually,
Carole was like that. He'd resisted her blatant advances and
gorgeous body for six weeks. She was the most tempting creature
he'd ever encountered.

His body was
the antitheses of a father Christmas figure, slim, toned sharp
angles to his face and a carefully groomed shock of blond hair.
Only twenty three, he had a wife and two kids while mates of his
age were still single, into one night stands and clubbing. He
smiled to himself because he loved his family and was determined to
get enough cash together to make it special. They didn’t understand
that he's hung up his philandering hat and was now the dutiful
husband.

It didn't stop
him fantasising about Carole though. Carole was gorgeous. He'd had
a few wet dreams over the last few weeks where she'd been in the
act of giving him a perfect blow job. Even thinking about it now
got him horny.

He drank his
beer slowly, listening to his friends talking about Christmas and
New Year plans and which girls they were seeing. He drained his
glass and got up to leave.

'Have
another,' said Josh getting money out of his jacket.

'No thanks,
I've got to get over to the club. There's a big office party
tonight and my shift starts in half an hour. Jimmy, I'll see you
Christmas lunch at mum's, have a great Christmas guys,' he said
shrugging his way into his jacket and heaving the bag onto his
shoulder.

The evening
went quickly in it's busy fever of Christmas indulgence. Nick felt
left out, grown up before his time. The music pulsed through him
and he strained to hear the requests for drinks from the party
goers, the flirting girls clad in skimpy tops showing off ample
cleavages and skirts barely covering their panties. He got off at
three and braced himself for the couple of kilometres he'd walk
home with the cold northerly wind chilling his bones. The night bus
was a half hour wait so he'd be home before it even got to the bus
stop. He collapsed into bed beside Sharon after a perfunctory
shower. Her ample warm sleepy body snuggled into his murmuring in
her sleep. Knackered from the being on the go for twenty hours he
crashed out.

It felt like
he'd only just closed his eyes for a second when he was woken up by
his son jumping up and down on the bed shouting and singing,
‘Rudolf the red nosed reindeer’ over and over at the top of his
voice. He smiled, knowing it would be noisier tomorrow when they
opened all the presents that they’d asked for in their Santa
letters.

He crawled
into some fresh clothes and wandered into the tiny kitchen. Sandra
was boiling the kettle still in her dressing gown, her large body
showing the new life she carried. She had let herself go after
their second was born. The slim body and long hair that had got him
hooked at eighteen had been replaced by a short bob that was in
need of attention and a body that squeezed into the size eighteen
maternity clothes she needed. He loved her whatever size she was,
she was always up for it when they got the chance. She was a great
mum to the kids and always managed to feed them and get the bills
paid without getting into debt unlike some of the other families on
the estate.

‘
We
don’t need to go round my mum’s before midday tomorrow do we?’ he
asked wrapping his arms around her and kissing the back of her
neck. ‘I want to give you an early morning Christmas present while
the kids are occupied. I’m so hot for you my cock is going to
explode.’

‘
Well I
need to give your mum a hand with the cooking. She’s not getting
any younger and with this being the first Christmas without your
dad she'll need the support. It's not like your Jimmy's going to be
much help. There's a lot to do.’

He nibbled her
ear lobe and snuck a hand inside the towelling robe rubbing it over
her swollen belly and up to cup a melon sized breast in his
hand.

‘
`I love
it when you talk practical,’ he joked.

She pushed him
away laughing, her body wobbling, breasts swaying, visible where he
had pulled at the drawn robe.

‘
Maybe
when Santa comes home early tonight he’ll find a present waiting in
his sack,’ she said opening the dressing gown completely and
holding both breasts towards him and rubbing them. Her large
rounded belly hid her snatch from view but his cock stirred,
thinking of how good it was to push his manhood into her from
behind. Her pussy was so tight from protecting the baby it was his
favourite time to have her. He ran a hand over the bump and down
between her legs to stroke her pussy lips.

‘
You
keep that hot for me gorgeous,’ he whispered feeling her wetness
from his gentle stroking.

‘
Oh
Nick. I love you. You know I’m really proud of you doing this extra
work for us. I miss you so much,’ she said kissing him, big blue
eyes staring into his.

‘
But we
can have time together after New Year honey,’ he
whispered.

‘
Fat
chance silly. The baby’s due then. It’ll be sleepless nights and
all hands on deck,’ she laughed turning the caress into a cuff
around the head as though knocking some sense back into a love sick
puppy.

Their eldest
marched in to the kitchen and the robe closed swiftly before he saw
anything.

‘
I want
breakfast,' he shouted wrapping himself around his mum’s
leg.

‘
I’ll
leave you to it pet,’ Nick said. He drank a quick cup of tea,
pecked a kiss on her distracted face and hurried to get to the bus
into town. He smiled to himself. He might not be going out with the
lads much but he loved the kids, and Sharon was still good fun even
if it was quickies or the odd night when the kids were with grand
parents or having afternoon naps. His bar job meant that Sharon was
usually asleep when he came home. But life was good and he had fun
working the bar at the club. He never started before eight which
gave him time usually before the kids went to bed to kick a ball
with them or take them swimming. When they were old enough for
school he’d have days free in the summer holidays to take them out.
Working this extra day job had sapped his energy but he didn’t
resent it. He was excited to see the looks on the kids faces
tomorrow.

He arrived at
the shopping centre and skirted round the carol singers collecting
for some charitable cause. The festive decorations in the atrium
were a bit tacky but he hardly noticed and it didn’t dampen his
spirits. It was his last day, he’d done it and would make Christmas
and the new baby arriving extra special. He wasn’t working the bar
tonight so he’d be snuggled up with Sharon once the kids had worked
themselves into an exhausted sleep, the presents left under the
tree and stockings at the end of the bed. Then he could slip into
her in their comfortable bed and give her the special Christmas
gift he’d been planning. He began humming a Christmas song.