This is one of my entries into the
Winter Holidays Story Contest 2022
. I hope you enjoy it and please vote!!!
All characters in this story depicted in any sexual situation are 18 years of age or older.
Christmas Day Fire
David sat on the sofa, looking past the twinkling Christmas tree, and out the front window of the house he and his wife shared for nearly thirty years. The tree was decorated with all the ornaments that they had collected over the years, and the brightly colored lights blinked and winkled gaily. The presents were wrapped and under the tree, exactly where they had been for the last week. Everything was ready for their usual Christmas celebration, though this one would be anything but usual. He still wore the same suit he had put on this morning, even though now it was nearly dinner time. He could hear his daughters bustling around the kitchen, putting finishing touches on a dinner he really didn't feel like eating, and heard his grandson playing with his cars on the floor behind the sofa he sat on.
He barely noticed the moving van pulling away from the house across the street, the young woman walking toward the undecorated, white house with her arms crossed against the cold and the light snow that had started to fall. It was a blustery Christmas eve, but the day barely registered for David. He'd always enjoyed seeing snow for Christmas, it happened so rarely anymore. This year though, the snow and cold air were hardly even noticed by him. The only thing that made any difference to him at the moment was the sight of his one and only true love being lowered into the ground. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back in exhaustion. He hadn't hardly slept the whole week, and now he could barley keep his eyes open.
David sat at the round table with half a dozen other people, his date, he hesitated to call her his girlfriend, sitting beside him. He noticed the female server, all the way across the room. The short black skirt and white blouse looked incredibly sexy on her, though the red Santa hat on her head looked silly with the skirt. He watched her walk around the tables, setting salads down in front of each person along with several other young woman her age. At first she didn't even notice him and then, she looked across the room and their eyes met. It was several long seconds that they looked at each other, the other realizing they were staring and both of them looked down at the same time, blushing at being caught staring. David wondered what it was about her that made him even notice her, but he had. He felt guilty looking at another woman with his date sitting next to him, but then, while she wanted their relationship to blossom, he wasn't sure he did. He asked her along because he didn't feel like coming to the company Christmas party alone. In retrospect, ever since he asked her, she'd talked about nothing else but their upcoming date. She wore an elegant red dress that he suspected was new, and her makeup was applied in just the right amounts to give her eyes a sultry look and her hair the appearance of glamour.
She sat next to him with her hand on his thigh, almost possessively, while she chatted with the woman next to her. David chatted about business with woman on the other side of him, trying to appear interested in what she was talking about, but his attention kept drifting to look at the girl bustling about the room refilling drink glasses. He couldn't help but notice her glancing his direction frequently, quickly looking away any time she was caught by him looking her way.
Conversation waned as everyone began eating their salads, David included. His date, Maggie, ate with her right hand, leaving her left on his thigh, as if she were afraid to let go of him. It didn't bother him particularly, but her fingers stroking the inside of his thigh lightly was making him reconsider his evening plans for after the party. He'd planned on taking her straight home, feeling more than a little tired after a full day of work, but now, maybe a little after party entertainment wouldn't be out of the question.
The young woman was suddenly beside him, reaching out to pick up his now empty salad plate. He reached for the plate and held it while she gripped it, the two of them staring at each other from only a foot away for long seconds, at least it felt like it to him. He stared into her green eyes and felt his face flush at the sensations that suddenly ran through him. As he let go of the plate and she pulled it slowly away, he couldn't help but notice the two bumps of her nipples poking more prominently though the thin, white blouse and the white lace bra he could just make out through the white, satin-looking material. She stepped away and he looked over at Maggie as she squeezed his thigh slightly to draw his attention back to her.
"Someone you know?" she asked with a cross look darkening her features.
"Huh? Oh, no. No idea who she is," he answered. It was true, he had never seen her before tonight, and didn't know anything about her, not even her name, not that the look on Maggie's face showed she believed him.
"Well, you don't need to pay so much attention to the help," Maggie said darkly. David almost chuckled out loud, thinking that she herself was little more than a receptionist where she worked, and was here only because she happened to live in the same apartment building as he did. He nodded his assent, even though he didn't really believe it. He couldn't help but let his eyes follow the server as she moved about, trying now not to look like he was.
The boss stood up and announced that dinner was done, it was time to start the festivities. Secret Santa was all the rage and everyone had drawn names of who to buy a gift for. The limit was three dollars and it could be either a serious or gag gift. The boss started, and they worked down the line by seniority. David watched as people stepped to the small tree on the table, located the package with their name on it, and opened it. Some were indeed gag gifts, including the inevitable rubber chicken that he had been told had been passed around for several years. One of the secretaries got a toilet seat picture frame, which she promised to put a picture of the company president in and hang in her office. David had gotten one of the department managers who liked to golf and got him glow-in-the-dark golf balls. One of the ladies got a pair of handcuffs, making her blush brightly when she opened the package. The woman sitting next to David leaned over and suggested that the handcuffs might be useful, now that her husband had run off with a younger woman. David wasn't exactly sure what to make of that comment, and just nodded in agreement.
As the packages disappeared from under the tree, it got closer and closer to David's turn. As the newest hire, he went last, walking to the tree and finding the package with his name on it. It was a long, slender package, looking much like one would expect to find a bracelet or maybe a pen and pencil set in. He stood near the tree as everyone else had done and unwrapped the long, slender box. He opened the cover and withdrew a small amount of red lace. It took him several long seconds before he realized that it was a pair of bright red lace panties, very, VERY skimpy lace panties at that. He blushed brightly in embarrassment and wadded them up in his hand as comments were made about needing to find out who they belonged to and if they expected them to be returned. It wasn't until David had returned to his seat and his date took them from him, that he realized that that the panties had been worn.
The woman next to him, whose name he couldn't remember, whispered to him that she hadn't seen that in some time, but in her younger days a gift like that was an invitation. The question was, who was inviting him? Maggie was clearly upset about the gift and the suggestion it conveyed. He took the underwear back from her and put it in his pants pocket, hoping everyone would forget the whole thing. He suspected that it would be anything but forgotten in the coming days.
With secret Santa done, the dance floor was opened for the evening and Maggie quickly suggested that they dance. He felt her desire to dance was more about putting her mark on him in front of the other women, especially since one clearly had designs on him. He agreed to dance, and guided her to the dance floor. David wasn't a very graceful dancer, but he managed to hold his own. Maggie glued herself to him, making sure he knew that if he wanted, his hands could wander anywhere he wanted them to. When he didn't, she was unabashed at coaxing him to grip her lower than her waist, pressing her pelvis against him so that she was rubbing her body against his suddenly growing hard-on.
