The Christmas Wish
By DL Sloan
I woke up that morning feeling great, but otherwise it was a day like any other. Even though it was Christmas, I had no special plans -- except enjoying a day off of work. Long divorced and with his siblings living in other states, Christmas is typically celebrated alone. I don't mind it. I like the alone time, spending the day lounging in my pjs while connecting with friends and family via phone and text. The only company I really missed was that of a beautiful woman. My relationships since my divorce had all been mutually short-lived -- no conflict, just a little fun, but no lasting connection. I hoped to have another special relationship one day, but today, like most days, I woke up horny and a casual, fun-filled day was all I really needed for now.
I had the same thought a few nights earlier while getting drunk with a few buddies. We reminisced about Christmas as little boys and joked about writing letters to Santa and leaving cookies and milk out for the jolly old elf. Our bartender was an attractive young brunette, slender but fit with a great smile. I hadn't seen her there before, but we were no longer regulars so that was no surprise.
Her name was Jennifer and, like any good bartender, as the crowd thinned out and we got more drunk, she spent a little time joking with our group of men roughly twice her age. She was flirting and teasing a little bit -- enough to get a better tip but not enough to make any of us feel like she was ready to go home with us. But she was cute and sexy but also genuinely friendly. She was wearing tight jeans and a tight, low cut black top. As fine as her body was, her eyes were her best feature. I could definitely get lost in those while I was giving her pussy a good pounding.
It didn't take her long to learn that I was the only single one in the group. I didn't notice it then, in my buzzed state, but in hindsight I realize she started paying a little more attention to me then. Clearly if anyone was going to tip her more, it was the lonely single guy, right?
She teased us about our Christmas stories and letters to Santa and asked what we all wished for now. I was about to say something inappropriate when she held up her hand, smiled, her eyes locked on mine as she addressed all of us.
"Wait, before any of you say something you will regret your friends hearing, let me get you all some paper and pens and you can write your private letters. I'll make sure no one sees them."
Why we agreed to go along with Jennifer's I'll never know. Christmas magic or something is all I guess. Or maybe we were all will to do just about anything Jennifer suggested. I knew I was. If she wanted a letter to Santa, that's what she would get. In my scribbled handwriting, I scrawled,
"Dear Santa,
I have been very good this year. All I want for Christmas is a beautiful woman I can be very bad with. Maybe all tied up in ribbons and bows under the tree? You're a guy, you know what I mean. Thank you, Santa!
David"
I remember folding the paper over and laying it next to my beer. The other guys did the same thing. I don't even know if they wrote anything or not. We ordered one more round and then agreed to head home. The ever-attentive Jennifer took care of us, promptly clearing the table and bringing our drinks.
"What did you ask for, Johnny-boy?" I chuckled, nodding at his folded piece of paper.
"That was easy," John said. "One day where the wife and kids leave me alone for a day while I watch every minute of every game on TV."
We all nodded at that sentiment and one by one everyone shared their wishes. It was silly but fun. When it was my turn, I realized my paper was gone. It was OK, because I wasn't about to read what I wrote. I assumed Jennifer had tossed it by accident along with some of our other trash. Didn't think any more about it as I told the guys I wished for a new sports car. They believed it and I never gave another thought to the Santa wishes until we settled our tabs and headed out. I was the last one in the line straggling out. Jennifer grabbed my elbow and smiled, "Thank you guys for coming in. I hope you get your Christmas wish, David."
Her gaze held mine and I thought, no way she read the note. She wouldn't have done that, right? And if she did, would she really say she hoped I got my wish? No, she was just being polite. I had been pretty generous with my tip, partly because she was hot, partly because she was a good server, and partly because I was kinda drunk.
"Thank you, although I'm not sure Santa would approve of my wish," I chuckled.
"You never know," Jennifer shrugged. "Santa might approve of a lot more than you can imagine."
The car ride home was a bit of haze, but I remember thinking about Jennifer and what she said -- and how she looked -- and wishing she was there with me. Once home, it didn't take me long to fall into a deep sleep. If I dreamt, I didn't remember it. I hadn't slept so soundly in a long time. Must have been just the right amount of camaraderie, flirting, and alcohol. A little too much or too little of any of those three could make for a fitful night's rest. But I awoke feeling more rested than I could remember in a long time. I felt great. Everyone feels great on Christmas, right?
I went downstairs to make some coffee, but as I passed through the living room, my heart skipped a beat. I looked around to see if there was some sort of joke or surprise, but there was no one. Everything was in order. Nothing was amiss except for the Christmas tree. Well, technically, the tree was fine, but underneath it was a sight I will never forget. It was Jennifer. She was laying on her stomach, arms behind her back and bound to her ankles. She was hogtied in red ribbon. Her back was arched enough to lift her perky tits far enough off the ground for me to see the two red bows covering her nipples. There was a ball gag in her mouth, a red choker around her neck. She was topless and below the waist wore only a red thong, white tube sock thigh highs with two red stripes around the top, and red heels. I hurried over to her, eager to get the gag out of her mouth and find out who did this to her and to see if she was hurt.
I had forgotten a lot that happened last night, but I didn't forget how beautiful she was, how stunning her eyes were. As I looked into them, I didn't see fear. It's weird to say, but I swear her eyes were smiling.
I started to reach for her ball gag, but she grunted and shifted her eyes to the floor. It was then that he noticed for the first time the papers lying next to her. One was instantly recognizable -- my letter to Santa, wrinkled but flattened out. Jennifer had read it after all. I frowned and looked at her, but she nodded as best she could to the other paper, which I picked up. In bright red, elegant script, the handwritten note said:
"Good morning David. Thank you for your letter. I was quite surprised to receive a letter from you after all these years. But it was great to hear from you again. You've always been a good boy and, though your request seems contradictory, a good man as well. I was hesitant to grant this wish, but Jennifer here had a very similar wish. She is exceptionally good and so deserving of whatever she asks for. So, please keep that in mind as you read her letter. She has already seen yours. As you will see, my gift to you is her and my gift to her is you.
