****Dear reader, this story is an alternative version of my previous story, saved by Santa. You should read that one too and let me know which you prefer.****
"Fucking shitheads!" Stacy yelled at the phone as the person on the other end hung up.
She shivered in the cold, trying to figure out where everything had gone so wrong. It probably started when her asshole ex skipped out without paying for his share of the rent, or having taken care of the bills he was supposed to pay. That left her short on cash, which meant that when her car broke down, she wasn't able to get it fixed. Which in turn left her trying to rely on public transportation to get halfway across the country in order to surprise her parents by being home for the holidays.
Having been strapped for cash before, she had done the trip this way multiple times since moving away from her parents for college. The worst part always was one specific transfer, which if you caught it wrong, left you sitting for hours in the middle of nowhere. Knowing this, she had made her plans with ample time to make it, preferring to get there an hour early and not miss it, then to need to wait half a day.
She had gotten off the previous bus perfectly on schedule, slightly cold, pulling her coat around herself as she watched the small snowflakes falling. Living in a warmer part of the country, her jacket was barely enough to keep her warm, with most of her warm clothing being by her parents for when she visited. She had gathered her things, and found a spot out of the wind where she could wait. And wait she did, watching, getting colder as the snowfall started to get heavier.
When the next bus didn't show up at the scheduled time, she assumed that it was running late due to the snow. After an hour, she called the bus company and was told the due to the weather, the bus was running late, but it was on it's way. After another hour, at which point she was freezing, she called again. This time they told her that the line was cancelled due to the weather. When she asked what she was supposed to do, they said that they were sorry for any inconveniences and hung up.
After a few minutes, Stacy's anger started to cool, and in it's place came the anxiety. What could she do? Based on the way the weather looked, it was just going to keep getting colder, and she was likely to freeze to death, especially given the lack of appropriate clothing. And even if the cold didn't get her, she had no food with her. To top it off, the battery on her phone was just about dead.
She opened her suitcase to look through what she had brought to see if there was anything she could layer to try to get warmer. she pulled out t-shirts, pantyhose, leggings, socks, and a sweatshirt, setting them on top of her bag. She looked around desperately, even knowing that there was nothing nearby, hoping to find a place to change. Seeing nothing, and having no choice, she crouched on the bench of the small bus stop. Trying to move as quickly as she could, she took off her jacket and pulled the sweater that she was wearing over her head.
The biting cold sent goosebumps across her ample chest and caused her nipples to harden even more against the black lace of her bra. She pulled on both t-shirts before replacing the sweater and then struggled into the sweatshirt, pulling the hood up, before shoving her hands back into the jacket.
Zipping up the jacket over the mound of clothing that she had just put on, Stacy realized that she probably would have started with her bottom half, as now her movements were inhibited by the tight players of clothing. Sighing, she pulled the jacket back off and psyched herself up to move onto the next step.
Still on the bench, she opened her boots at far as they would go, and undid her pants. Pulling them down, she got one leg out fine, but when she went to pull the other foot out of her boot, she overbalanced and fell backwards onto the bench. Wearing a thong to match her bra meant that her ass had no protection from the freezing cold and wet bench. She quickly scrambled to get hands and knees, with her effectively naked ass in the air.
She started to cry, but realized that she needed to move quickly. Gingerly she removed one sock at a time, replacing it with the pantyhose. She pulled on the leggings as well before replacing her pants, two pairs of socks, and then her boots.
Finishing with that, she pulled back on her jacket, and then shoved her hands into another two socks each. She pulled another t-shirt over her head to use as a scarf. At this point she could barely move, but she was a bit warmer.
Stacy huddled on the bench for another hour, watching the snow fall, a feeling of despair washing over her. Eventually, she decided that just sitting and waiting to freeze was stupid. She got up, grabbed her bag, and started trudging through the snow, hoping she was going in the correct direction. Between the snow and the multiple layers, it was slow going. She couldn't tell how much progress she was making and between the falling snow and what she was walking through, she could tell that her out layers were starting to get wet.
After what felt like forever as it was starting to get dark, Stacy saw lights shining through the snow. With the first hints of hope, she felt a surge of energy and headed towards the lights with more speed than she had been moving previously. As she approached, she heard the sound of an engine roaring, as the shape of a large pickup truck with a plow blade on the front appeared out of the snow, moving slowly. She hurried over, yelling and waving her arms. The driver must have noticed her, because the truck stopped. As she approached the drivers window cracked open and she heard a man's voice call or from the inside.
"What are you doing out in this weather. Get inside the truck before you freeze to death."
She hurried around to the other side and excitedly opened the door, a blast of warm air hitting her in the face. She climbed into the car and slammed the door behind her, reveling in the warmth of the cabin.
"Now that you're inside, do you want to tell me what you were thinking?" the driver asked.
Stacy looked over at her savior for the first time. He looked like a well built older man, with a long while beard, wearing a light blue t-shirt and jeans.
"If he was wearing a red robe and driving a sleigh he could pass for Santa," she thought to herself.
Realizing that she still hadn't answered, she quickly began to tell her story.
"My ex ran out in me owing me money, so I couldn't get my car fixed. I was talking the bus home to surprise my parents for the holiday, got off nearby, but the next bus never came. Eventually the company said that it wasn't coming. I wasn't dressed to be out in a snow storm, so I had to get undressed and redressed outside, and I fell over while doing it, freezing my ass. I eventually decided that walking was better than sitting waiting to freeze, and then you saved me. I'm so glad that I can't across you, I really thought that I was going to die or in the snow."
She hadn't meant to share as much as she did, but as soon as she opened her mouth, the words started to tumblr out.
"Well," said the drive, "While I'm sorry to hear about your troubles, I'm glad I could help you out. It's going to take is a bit to get where we are going, especially in this weather. Why don't you relax a bit, now that you are safe."
"Thanks."
Stacy settled into the seat, enjoying the warmth, as the driver started up again. She had no idea who this person was, or where she was going, but at this point, anywhere out of the snow was better than the alternative. She pulled her hands out of her sock gives and held them in front of the got she blowing from the vents. It wasn't long before her many layers began to get too hot in the warmth of the truck.
"Do you mind if I take off my jacket?" she asked.
"Go for it. Get comfortable. Like I said, we have a bit of a drive."
She unzipped her jacket and pulled her arms out.
Before she could decide what to do with it, the driver said, "Just toss it in the back. You can shove your bags there as well. No need to have them shoved at your feet."
She twisted to put her things into the back seat. While she was twisted to put things back she didn't notice the driver flick on the heated seat and turn up the temperature in her side just a bit. What she did notice was a red suit folded in the back seat.
"Are you Santa?" she asked, feeling like an idiot as she did.
The driver chuckled.
"Kinda. I volunteer as a Santa at schools and hospitals. My name is Chris, by the way."
The truth was was while Chris was indifferent about kids, he was good at dealing with them. But the real reason that he volunteered as Santa was that there were always plenty of women, teachers, nurses, and mothers, who also wanted to sit in Santa's lap and quite often wanted to do more than just sit. He got more pussy in the holiday season than he did the entire rest of the year.
"Sorry. I'm Stacy. It's so cool that you do that."
"I feel like it's my way to give back to the community," he said, giving her the same line he used over and over when a nervous young mother was debating dropping her pants. They all fell for it, and everyone got what they wanted.
Still overheating, Stacy pulled off her t-shirt scarf and sweatshirt. They too went into the back and one again, she Chris upped the temperature on her side of the truck. With the heat still building, she debated what to do about her legs for a while, but having sweat pooling between her thighs eventually got to her.
She pulled off her boots and the extra socks before saying, "This is a little weird, but do you mind if I take my pants off? They are still wet. I mean, I'm wearing leggings underneath, it's not like I'm going to be naked."
She suddenly blushed, feeling embarrassed. He chuckled in response.
"Go right ahead, take off whatever you need."
Still blushing, Stacy undid her belt and went to pull them down. Given the tightness of the layers, she tried to be careful, but ended up pulling down everything at first, exposing her crotch before she managed to get her under layers back up. Chris got an eyefull of her hairless slit, but pretended to not have seen anything. She got them down the rest of the way without further incident, putting them into the back with the rest of her stuff. After a moments debate, her sweater joined everything else, along with one of her t-shirts, which exposed her tight stomach and the bottom of her bra when she pulled it off, and she finally settled comfortably into the seat.
Now comfortable and safe from the weather, she quickly found herself exhausted and passing out. Chris looked at the sleeping girl and couldn't believe his luck. The storm that had blown in was supposed to last a couple of days. He planned on using that time to the fullest extent. It had been a while since he had this kind of opportunity.
When he got to his house he tried to wake her, but she was down deep, so he carried her inside. He put her on the couch and started to strip her down. Knowing the dangers of being out in the cold, he checked her for frostbite. Satisfied that she wasn't in any danger, he took a bunch of pictures of her sleeping naked form. After that he gathered all of her things and took them to the other room. All of her clothing he put to be washed. her phone he hooked up to his computer and started going through it. His job as a cyber investigator meant that he was good at it and in short order had dug up plenty of information about her. He found no communication with anyone about where she was going and he also found some pictures of her that she had obviously sent to the ex she had mentioned. Based on the pictures, the next couple of days were going to be a lot of fun.
Stacy woke up and time later and found herself on a couch, covered in a sheet, completely naked. Looking around she saw that it was a pretty simple room, with a large fireplace that currently had a decent fire going in it. She glanced around for her stuff, but didn't see anything.
"It's about time you woke up", said Chris from behind her, startling her a bit. "I was beginning to get worried."
