A fantasy doesn't always stay in your mind.
I'm lying in bed naked, as instructed by her, under the covers. She told me to wait for a surprise but I can hardly keep still. It's a few nights before Christmas and we usually don't do presents this early. My girlfriend and I live together so we usually have a hers, mine, and us family kind of Christmas day so we do ours Christmas Eve. So here I lay, a few candles lighting the room, waiting to see what she's cooked up.
I know my waiting has come to an end when her long shapely leg comes out from behind the bathroom door. It's bare, looking soft and smooth, and she has red heels with a white fluff trim on. Her other leg follows, looking similar to the first, and she completely steps into view. The breath in my lungs escapes me at the sight of her. I'm instantly hard, my craving for her peaks, but I have a feeling that I'll have to wait. Her long legs go all the way up, ending at her narrow hips, every ivory curve highlighted in the candle light. A simple red lace thong, with a white frilly band along the top, covers her...barely. Her flat stomach shines faintly in the light, every muscle in her abs shifting as she moves, her belly chain reflecting light along the walls. Her small but firm breasts are held captive by a bikini top that earns the title of Wonder. With the theme that I've gathered it's no surprise the bra is red and has a white fluff trim around it. Most amazing to behold is the cloak she's wearing. Like everything else it's red with white trim, has long sleeves, goes down to the floor, and has a hood that's up and framing her gorgeous face. She has long brown hair and part of it is hiding half her face. She has hazel eyes and the one that I can see is glittering at me with mischief and a hint of nervousness. She has sharp features but they seem dulled due to her fair skin. She twirls around, the cloak and her hair flipping out then settling back into place as if by magic, as she moves to the foot of the bed.
"Merry Christmas honey." she says softly wrapping her hands around the bed post. "Enjoy the show." She lifts a remote and hits a button. Suddenly over the speakers in our room I hear a familiar tune. I'm in utter shock and a smile creeps onto my face when she starts singing.
"Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree, for me." she sings as she runs her finger down the front of her body while rocking her shoulders back and forth slowly.
"Been an awful good girl. Santa baby and hurry down the chimney tonight." she continues while she leans over, sticking her chest out, and flicking the cloak up behind her.
"Santa baby, a '54 convertible too, light blue. I'll wait up for you too. So hurry down the chimney tonight." she coos as she wraps the cloak around her, hiding her body, and does a shimmy down to the floor.
