Stocking Fillers - Erotica (4 page)

At the store
he went and changed in the staff area and out loud carried on
singing,

‘
..
kissing Santa Claus...’ stripping down to his Calvin Klein
underwear and pulling the enormous red trousers with their
ridiculously elasticated waist on.

‘
Underneath the mistletoe last night...’ he strapped the
stomach cushion around his middle and shrugged the jacket over his
broad shoulders.

‘
Oh they
didn’t hear me creep...’ next the beard and the hat. He scowled
when he saw himself in the mirror. One gorgeous young man turned
into an overweight middle-aged loser.

'Down the
stairs to have a peek...’ he wandered into the synthetically snowy
grotto, the flashing lights twinkling around and then he stopped,
open mouthed.

‘
Hello
Saint Nick, my favourite father figure,' the beautiful girl walking
towards him said smiling. The skimpy red dress with the bands of
white fur on the edges accentuated every asset she had on her
perfectly proportioned body.

‘
Hi
Carole, how's my little helper today?' he blushed self
consciously.

‘
I like
the singing gorgeous. What do you think to the red stockings?' her
silky voice replied, lifting the hem of the short dress revealing
the white lacy tops to the red mesh hugging the long slim thighs.
He caught a glimpse of red lacy panties covering her treasure and
felt the urge to touch her yet again. She came very close to him.
He could smell her intoxicating perfume. Her cleavage captured his
thoughts. He dropped his gaze shyly but his eyes ran swiftly up
from the long legs, to the skimpy fake velvet and white fur dress
again stretched tight over those voluptuous curves. Despite all the
feel-good family loyalty his cock stirred and rose to attention. He
groaned quietly willing himself to resist just one more
day.

‘
Our
last day together and I still haven't had the pleasure,' she said
licking her lips suggestively.

'You know I'm
not going to do anything,' he said hoarsely.

Nick took a
deep breath and by not looking directly at her managed to get on
with the job, sorting the presents into the girls' pile and a
separate one for the boys. Occasionally her hand closed over the
same gift wrapped box and he felt the charge of passion rise
through his body. He'd close his eyes and will himself to stay
controlled. It had been torment the last six weeks being so close
to her. He'd told her right at the beginning that he had a wife and
kids and didn't play around. Somehow, because of that it seemed, it
had made her bolder and she'd tease him mercilessly allowing him
glimpses of her breasts with their long hard nipples pressing
against the red fabric. Or she'd bend down to reveal her firm ass
covered by different lacy underwear. Six weeks of her long auburn
hair falling across his arm or whipping around and catching his
cheek. Six weeks of trying to avoid looking at her but finding
himself furtively watching. Occasionally he caught her eye and
found it impossible to look away from their smouldering gaze.

The dads
particularly enjoyed hanging around near Carole. Nick wondered
whether it was down to Carole’s body assets rather than being good
dutiful dad that they came to the grotto. He tried his best to
focus on the lines.

‘
Have
you been good?’ or ‘What is on your wish list?’

The last day
crawled by and finally Nick watched the final group being led out
by Carole. She was holding the children’s hands and bending a
little forwards to hear their excited response. He could see the
bare flesh where the skin would be silky soft and the red slash of
lace panties. His cock strained towards her luscious form,
throbbing, pressed against the fabric and his mind wandered to the
fantasy that had played upon his mind every day where she was
kneeling before him, taking his engorged member in her hands and
kissing it with her full lips.

He got up and
hurried to the men's changing room, removing the hat and beard,
trousers and jacket, racing to get away from her before his body
betrayed him. He sat down and the fantasy that had haunted the last
six weeks took control. His hand dipped into his boxers and
fingered his huge throbbing cock, the fake stomach still strapped
to his waist. He shut his eyes and heard the door open. He looked
round.

‘
Well
you are a good boy, getting ready for me,’ Carole purred closing
the door, hips swaying teasingly as she walked towards him. A
bottle of champagne and two glasses in one hand.

'Um, I have to
go,' said Nick half heartedly.

'Not until I
have given you your present,' she continued rubbing her free hand
up and down her body accidentally lifting the the dress to show
that the panties had disappeared revealing her mound with a tuft of
auburn hair carefully tamed to hide her treasure. Nick stood
gaping.

'I hope you
like what you see Nick because it's Christmas come early,' she
smiled opening the champagne and pouring two glasses. She leant
forwards allowing a clear view of her breasts and handed him a
glass of amber bubbles. He drank the wine too quickly, and
spluttered as the bubbles tickled his throat. She filled his glass
again her thigh resting against him, her hand holding his wrist to
keep the glass still. She then placed the manicured hand on the
padding which hid his engorged cock.

‘
I don't
think I’ll get anywhere near you with that stomach!’ she exclaimed
touching his manhood straining beneath the fabric of his boxers.
She stepped even closer swiftly reaching around his back to untie
the cloth straps. She threw the padding aside and let her hands run
over his strong chest. She pressed her red shiny lips to his nipple
and let her tongue swirl around it, then ever so slowly began to
lick down his chest. She lapped at his belly button before moving
lower. She placed her fingers in the waistband of his shorts and
released his huge cock gasping with delight, letting the boxers
fall to the floor. Breathing heavily now he watched as her lust
filled eyes looking up into his, her lips licked with
desire.

He groaned. It
was too much. His cock cried out to be enveloped by those velvet
lips. He was speechless, gaping in his dilemma of lust and
betrayal. Expertly her mouth sank onto his cock and her eyes caught
his for consent.

'Oh yes,' he
moaned, ‘oh yes please,’ holding her head gently, feeling his cock
reach the back of her throat. She drew back to his rim and swirled
her hungry tongue around allowing saliva to dribble onto his head.
She blew on it lightly before consuming him inside her warm wet
mouth again, moaning her desire. She felt his heavy balls, weighing
them in her hands, then changed to hold his shaft and sucked his
balls into her mouth. Her hands ran expertly up and down his rod
bringing him closer to orgasm. Her pink tongue licked longingly up
his engorged shaft twirling around his head, her eyes pleading with
him.

'Oh baby I'm
so hungry for you,' she whispered before plunging down onto his
cock and consuming him deep within her mouth. She sucked and moved
back to his tip and then down again. Her teeth brushed lightly
against his muscle and he cried out

'Oh Carole!
Carole, I've got to come, I'm close,'

Again and
again she pulled back and went down on him until he felt his come
surging up his shaft. He moaned again and she held his manhood,
swallowing his first load before opening her mouth like a flower
waiting for the rain. He watched as more and more spunk filled her
mouth and sprayed her face, dribbling down her chin onto her
cleavage. She watched the happiness flooding his face as he
released his last seed. She continued to lick the come off his cock
and around her swollen lips. She stood up with a hand still working
his tool keeping it hard.

'Happy
Christmas Nick,' she purred kissing his lips.

He couldn't
stop now, all his thoughts flowed through muscle and nerves leaving
his brain feeling light headed. His hands ran slowly over the
dress, lifting it. He squeezed her ass pulling the cheeks apart and
bringing her close to him. He felt the soft lace of the stocking
tops as his fingers reached her pussy lips and rubbed at the
entrance to her sopping wet love tunnel. He ran fingers lightly
around the silky flesh, opening her gently, hearing her gasp. Her
hand guided his thick hard member to the forbidden gate and he
pressed forward into her wet warmth.

She moaned and
her head flew back, eyes wide with desire as his cock reached the
hidden depths of her.

'Oh Nick that
feels so heavenly,' she crooned, lifting one leg and wrapping it
around his hips to sink his cock deeper into her honey pot. He
grabbed her other leg lifting her bodily off the ground and walked
her over to the table in the corner. Pulling her legs onto his
shoulders and raising her dress to her waist he watched his cock
sliding in and out of her juicy hole. Her little jewel was standing
to attention and he rubbed it gently with his finger while he
pounded her with his rock hard rod. She cried and moaned, pulling
her breasts free of the skimpy costume to squeeze her hard button
nipples.

Nick took the
instruction and leant forwards to lick them swirling his tongue
around the aureoles and nibbling the cherry nipples turning them
deeper red with her desire.

He leaned back
again to watch his cock sliding in and out of her, marvelling at
the small pussy lips holding his manhood so firmly her juice
glistening on his shaft. The sight brought him too close and he
moaned, rubbing at her pearl furiously wanting her come to connect
with his.

'Oh Nick,
please now,' she cried and he felt her orgasm spasm and her muscles
pulsing inside her against his throbbing cock. It was the signal
he'd been holding back for and his seed shot out deep into her
honey pot. He rested against her panting body, waiting for their
wave of love to subside.

'Oh wow,'
Carole panted, 'that was amazing.'

He touched her
warm flesh slipping the dress up over her head, freeing the long
red hair until she was lying there in the red stockings and high
heeled shoes. He bent down and parted her legs gazing at the
beautiful flower like lips, dipping his tongue into the juice like
a hummingbird reaching for nectar. His cock stirred again thinking
how next to plunge into her body. She stiffened, thrusting her self
towards his mouth, the orgasm lifting her body off the table in
it's intensity, murmuring for him to take her.

Slipping off
the table she turned and bent over allowing his cock to push
quickly back into her pussy from behind. He could feel the spasms
in her love tunnel muscles which brought desire throbbing back into
his cock. He watched his cock thrusting deeply, effortlessly in and
out of her while her body rubbed across the rough table arousing
her again. It didn't take much to get him close to the edge this
time so he withdrew to squeeze his shaft between her round buttocks
and the last of his spunk shot across her arched back as he plunged
fingers into to pussy to feel her orgasm suck at them, her come
cascading over his hand.

'Oh baby
you're the best,' she moaned lying, limply across the table.

He
straightened and ran a hand softly down her body glistening with
his come.

'Carole I
really have to go,' he said apologetically closing his eyes.

'I know Nick,'
she smiled. 'Like I said, a Christmas present, not a take away.
Just for the present, that's why it's called a present. Now it will
be a fond memory of the past.' She stood up and gave him a soft
kiss on the lips then walked to the door and was gone.

He checked the
time, shocked that it was nine o'clock, he must have fallen asleep.
Nick began collecting his clothes. He stared at the door puzzled.
Then turning his attention to home. He dressed, picked up his bag
and raced for the bus. He took out his mobile, suddenly remembering
he'd forgotten to turn it back on. There were two missed calls, one
from Sharon and one from his mum. He tried his wife's number but
got an unobtainable response. He dialled his mum's mobile.

'Where the
hell are you Nick!' she said urgently.

'I'm on the
bus, what's wrong?'

'The kids are
fine. I'm looking after them at yours. Sharon's gone into labour
early. Where have you been Nick? For pities sake get over to the
hospital.'

'I fell
asleep,' he said, panic rising. 'Is Sharon OK?'

'I don't know
but she needs you now.'

All he could
think about was that he should have been there for Sharon. He
swore, rushed off the bus at the next stop, and ran back the way
he'd come. His feet pounded along the pavement, heart thumping in
his chest making it impossible to think. He didn't notice the cold
snow falling rapidly which would normally have made him marvel.
Snow for Christmas was a dream come true for his kids. He realized
he was praying that Sharon would be OK.

'Please God
make sure Sharon's safe. Save the baby but save Sharon first. She
is everything to me!'

He dived
across the main road towards the hospital and up the drive into the
grim maternity unit with it's antiseptic smell, pale strip lighting
and grey linoleum flooring. A surly nurse ushered him towards a
delivery room, stopping him at the door, directing him to scrub
up.

Sharon was
lying there and reached out her hand to him. Sweat poured off her
face but she managed to say between contractions, 'Oh Nick! Thank
god you're here!' before moaning again and being instructed to
breathe.

Time ticked
on, all the while her sweat covered hand gripped his, vice-like. He
should be exhausted but fear and adrenaline kept him wide awake.
The monitors and bleeps told him that two lives were still beating,
joined as one. His heart beat in it's own separate rhythm. Then
quite suddenly the atmosphere changed and the midwife began
instructing Sharon to push, breathe and push again. He stood and
moved round to watch a miracle happen. The baby was coming.