The fireplace crackled while lights twinkled around the large Christmas tree standing next to it. Rudolph pranced across the large screen t.v. while a mug of cocoa steamed on the table. It was a picturesque holiday scene, and it would have been perfect if Laura hadn't been spending it alone. The forlorn looking takeout box sat on the coffee table half-eaten while the young lawyer scornfully took in her surroundings.
'It's supposed to be so cheerful and heartwarming here with all these decorations I set up, yet I just feel empty and alone.'
Having had to stay in town for an important case the young woman had been unable to get home to spend Christmas with her family, and seeing as she wasn't in any kind of relationship the slim brunette found herself in her apartment all alone on Christmas Eve as everyone she knew in town had somewhere else to be. Surrounding herself with holiday cheer only seemed to make it worse.
"Someday I'll be like them," she muttered mournfully into her mug as a commercial of a happy family opening presents flashed on the screen, only adding to her misery.
Being the slender, attractive woman that she was Laura had never had any issues getting a date in high school or college, but after passing the bar and becoming a junior partner at a law firm the overworked female found she just didn't have the time for a serious relationship at the moment.
'Which is why I find myself here all by myself when everyone else is with . . . someone at least,' the lounge pants and hoodie clad female thought with a sigh as she scooped up her leftovers and shoved them in the fridge, knowing most places would be closed the next day - besides, the last thing she wanted to do was go out on Christmas. Snatching up her mug of hot chocolate the lonely woman nestled back into the couch and settled in to watch yet another classic Christmas movie, all the while imagining what she would be doing if she were home with her family at that moment. The movie offered little comfort as time ticked by ever so slowly . . .
Waking up to an ice cold mug still nestled in her hands a few hours later Laura yawned as she placed the chilled cocoa on the table, stretching her slender arms above her head as she looked at the clock on the wall.
"Those movies just don't keep me as intrigued as they used to I guess," the sleepy female mumbled as she turned the t.v. off and stumbled upstairs to her bedroom, having slept on the couch well past her normal bedtime for Christmas Eve as it was rather late in the evening now.
Reaching her bedroom the young woman wriggled out of her comfy pants, knowing she wouldn't sleep comfortably in them having the heat set as high as it was. Her black satin panties became exposed as the pants hit the floor, and normally the business woman would change out of her 'work' underwear into a much more comfortable wide-banded underwear that wouldn't matter if it showed under pants, but tonight she was too tired to care so they stayed on while the hoodie and bra came off. Stiffening another large yawn the mainly nude woman reached into her closet and pulled out her silk nightie, feeling a little rush like she did every time when the thin smooth material glided across her flesh as it settled onto her thin frame. Being a tossy turny sleeper the lawyer had come to realize the best way to get a good night's sleep was to leave the heat on all night and just wear less.
"Now this is definitely something I wouldn't be wearing if I was home," the heavy lidded female murmured as she looked down at the nearly sheer outfit barely concealing her tight body, the white material clinging to her b-cup breasts to clearly show two nipples poking out from the swells of her round bosom.
Not bothering to go through her nightly routine, which wasn't all that much as the naturally beautiful young adult didn't bother with makeup, Laura crawled under her one thin sheet and snuggled up against her pillow. Her breathing became more shallow and regulated as she edged ever closer to blissful sleep, but just before she tipped over a noise from downstairs caused her eyes to flutter open with a start.
'Did I just hear something?' the now more alert woman wondered, straining her ears against the quiet of the night.
Another dull thud reverberated through the night, letting the startled female know she hadn't been making the first noise up.
'Maybe it's just the wind,' she thought as she sat up, remembering the snowstorm that had been going on earlier that night. 'I would have heard someone break a window or force their way in, I'm sure.'
Not super concerned yet still slightly nervous the young woman swung her feet over the edge of the bed with a yawn and stood up, stretching her body out before padding barefoot over to the wide open bedroom door, pausing momentarily to listen before heading into the hallway when it the way sounded clear. Edging her ways down the stairs the barely clad woman jumped back halfway down the steps when she found herself staring at a large man rummaging around the floor near her Christmas tree. Hearing the noise the startled woman made the dressed-all-in-red man spun around, his white-bearded face a look of surprise as he took in the scared woman on the steps.
"Oh, excuse me, miss, I uh, am not as . . . graceful as I used to be it seems. Plus these new fangled apartments always get to me."
A terrified Laura sat slumped on the step she had fell down on, staring at the stranger in her house without responding at first as she looked the intruder over. Finding the man non confrontational in his demeanor she slowly stood up, her voice shaky as she descended to the bottom of the stairs.
"What do you mean? And what are you doing here in my house in the first place?"
The rounder old man coughed hesitantly when he looked over at the approaching female, peering at Laura oddly before turning away to stare at the floor awkwardly.
"Oh, just the noises you must have heard. I managed to spill my bag all over your floor here and was just trying to pick it all up when you came down."
Another glance was cast in the young woman's direction before the man in red looked sheepishly at the ground yet again. Wondering why he was acting so strange Laura took another step into the living room, finally seeing the clutter of items splayed across her floor the old man was referring to. Seeing the big bag next to the fireplace it finally clicked for the normally quick woman.
"Oh my gosh, you're Santa?"
The bearded man smiled widely as he turned around, yet catching sight of the woman he quickly went back to picking up his items.
"In the flesh! Err. . .I mean, yes. .."
It was then that Laura finally looked down at herself and noticed that during her flight down the stairs one of her spaghetti straps on her nightie had slipped off her shoulder, baring way more of her chest than it was already designed to do. Reddening slightly she quickly slipped the strap back up, turning the copious amounts of cleavage into a just slightly ridiculous amount. Suddenly the thin-dressed female became very self conscious about how little was covering her body as clearly the other person in the room had taken note of it. Not seeing anything to cover up with though she didn't want to make an even bigger deal over it so the scantily clad woman merely shrugged, reaching down to pick up a toy at her feet that clearly was not meant for her.
"I never thought I would meet you in person Santa, you're, well, quite the legend. Also, I haven't gotten anything from Santa in years! I thought you abandoned me!"
The man in front of her chuckled, sounding exactly as the shows depicted him with a deep hearty chortle.
"Well, the idea is that you're not supposed to ever see me, that's what keeps the magic alive. Normally someone your age is off my list, but I knew you weren't able to go home to be with your family so I figured I would stop by to give you some of the Christmas cheer you've been missing."
The young woman's heart lit up from the kind gesture from her childhood idol.
"Aw that's so sweet Santa, thank you."
Reaching over the gracious woman handed Santa the toy. As the cheerful man looked up to take it his eyes bulged as he grabbed the item to quickly shove it in his bag. Looking down the slim woman realized she had been slightly bent over, causing her nightie to open up and expose a good portion of her bosom once more.
'Why does Santa get like that? He couldn't have been looking at my chest, could he? No way-not Santa."
But as the lithe girl went to shake the feeling off and grab another gift on the ground she glanced over to catch old Saint Nick adjusting his pants, where a brief glimpse of a very visible bulge was clearly made out. The young woman nearly gasped as she stood up quickly.
'No way, Santa has a hard on because of me. Holy. Shit. I never would have seen that coming.'
Thinking about it as she placed the gift in the bag Laura realized she had never thought of the man as anything other than a jolly old person that gave kids gifts, but under all that magic was obviously just a regular man as she had just witnessed.
A thought suddenly crept into her mind as she headed over to grab another present off her floor.
'All he ever does is work with kids, giving them gifts and making them happy. He probably never spends anytime on himself, poor old guy.'
A sensation suddenly hit Laura in her groin, and she almost gasped again, barely stifling her raw emotions from the oblivious man in front of her who was still picking up his mess.
'No way, am I getting excited thinking of Santa as a regular horn-dog like any other man who needs some female attention? What's wrong with me - it's freaking Santa Claus!'
