David stood in front of the window of his study, overlooking his garden and hers as well. It was afternoon and the sky was filled with dark clouds. They raced along, bringing rain and heavy gusts of wind that howled around the house. It was the perfect weather for a good old-fashioned Dutch Happy Evening.
The children would be singing their traditional songs while waiting for Saint Nicholas to come along on his white horse to bring gifts. David had learned by now that in Holland, children get presents from 'Sinterklaas' instead of Santa Claus. On the evening of December the 5th most families happen to find a basket of presents and sweets near their front door, left by Saint Nicholas or his helper, Black Peter.
He smiled as he thought of the children that lived across the two gardens. Eva, his neighbor had asked him to help out and last night she had brought over the basket with gifts for the two little girls, Carla and Anna. She had wrapped the presents in special Nicholas paper decorated with little 'Sinterklaasjes' and tiny Black Peters climbing through chimneys with gifts and sweets. He was supposed to bang on the door after dark and leave the basket near the back door.
The thought of Eva made him squirm a bit. He had glimpsed her last night when she was standing in front of the big window at the back of her house. The lights had been out and he had been watching a bit wistfully. Dreaming of her and remembering how she had looked when she brought the presents. To his surprise she had done a very sexy striptease, no doubt assuming she would be invisible in the dark room. She had not realized at first that she was standing in a patch of moonlight. He knew it probably had scared the shit out of her when she noticed how perfectly visible she had been, but he had enjoyed the private show enormously.
It had also given him courage enough to slip into her house early this morning to leave a gift for her. He was aware how risky it was, but he had wanted her for so long. From the first time she stood on his doorstep, almost two years ago. She had just moved in then, after a divorce as she told him later, and needed male muscles to open a bottle of mineral water.
Eva, the thought of her made him sigh. He knew very well that she fancied him, but was too shy to act on it. If he ever wanted some action, he had to be the one to start it and perhaps tonight he would get a chance. Last night he had been very sure she found him attractive. She had stood on his doorstep, blushing like a teenager and when he had pretended to think she was ill and touched the soft skin of her cheek, she had bolted home like a scared rabbit.
He had left a rather risqué present this morning and he wondered how she had reacted. What had she thought when she found the box, wrapped in black paper that was decorated with tiny white horses? More important though, what had she thought on opening it and finding the lifelike plaster cast of a cock, painted in a purple-black color. The small white card had said: "The original is yours as well. Black Peter."
Straightening his shoulders, David walked downstairs and grabbed the basket. He had added some of his own, as he knew Eva had lost her job only recently. Her budget would be rather tight and besides, he liked the little girls. They were a sunny pair of little imps.
Crossing the two gardens was a matter of minutes, although he had to be careful. The rain had made nasty puddles on the terrace behind Eva's house and the numerous clouds obscured the moon so it was pitch-black. Eva had left the light in the kitchen on and he could hear the girls singing; as loud as they could and a bit off-key, but with a lot of enthusiasm.
David left the basket after banging on the door a couple of times. He heard the girls squealing and Eva's laughter as they hurried to the backdoor. Standing behind the shed he waited till they were convinced there was nobody there and retreated inside with the presents. All he could do now was wait till the party was over. Well, he grinned to himself. The party for minors that was, the adult party would only be beginning if it were up to him. Silently he went back to his own house, but keeping an eye on Eva's back door.
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Eva ushered the girls inside once they were convinced there was no one there. Carla and Anna bounced up and down on the couch as Eva put the basket on the coffee table. Tradition demanded mugs of hot chocolate and she put a bowl with the last pepper nuts on the table. They had baked them in the weekend and they tasted much better than the ones you could buy in the mall.
It didn't take much time for the girls to unpack all their presents, a second-hand doll for each of them and some dainty doll's clothes Eva had made herself. That had been one advantage of being unemployed, she'd had plenty of time to go hunting for cheap gifts and making some of them herself. Each girl got a chocolate letter too. Carla a 'C' and Anna an 'A'. Eva had even bought one for herself too. She had counted on the girls not noticing she didn't get any other presents and she was right.
As she looked into the basket with a frown on her face the girls were busy with their dolls. There were some new presents there. Gifts she had not put into the basket. With a start she noticed the odd paper. Black, with tiny white horses. She felt the blood rush to her face, the gift this morning had been wrapped in the same paper. With a quick movement she concealed the thin packet with her name on it beneath the newspaper lying on the table. Next she gave the girls theirs, as curious to see what was in them as they were.
The girls were over the moon as they found a CD for each of them. And from their favorite band too. Eva smiled as Anna and Carla thanked St.Nicholas and Black Peter loudly for their presents. When they went up to bed, they both clutched a doll in one hand and a CD in the other. Eva made them brush their teeth but let them skip bath for once. The girls were nearly falling asleep where they were standing. Besides, Eva was dying to find out what was inside her present.
Finally the girls were tucked in and Eva had no doubt they would be asleep in no time. A bit flushed Eva gathered the string and crumpled papers and tidied the room before settling down with a glass of wine and the thin packet with her name on it.
She stared at the festive wrapping. The gift this morning, with the same paper, had made her blush furiously. Not in the least because she had been dreaming of David in a very erotic way. Hell, whom was she kidding? It had been a blatant wet dream. And right after that she had found the plaster cast of a beautiful black cock. Touching it had been so erotic, imagining it was his.
Fanning herself she bit her lip and found enough courage to open the packet. Inside it was another white card. It read: "Open the door to your house and your heart. I want to make you happy. David" Beneath it was a thin black kimono. She shook out the garment and felt the real silk as she admired the gold embroidery on the back. For a moment she sat very still, a nervous knot at the pit of her stomach. Then she inhaled deeply and stood up.
"Eva, girl. Grab your chance. It's now or never and he is a nice guy. You know he is." Eva tried to give herself some courage by talking to herself.
Before walking to the back door she checked herself in the small mirror near the fridge. The brown curls swayed around her face and her eyes had a feverish shine to them. She smiled nervously at herself, then ran her hands over her red top, smoothed the short black skirt and renewed her perfume.
Taking a deep breath she turned around and opened the back door. She looked out at David's house but everything was dark. There was no way she could tell where he was. Eva hesitated. Should she wait for him by the door? She didn't even know if he would come, did she? Shivering from tension and the cold wind she turned back again.
