A Christmas Wish for Grace

All characters in this story are above the age of 18 and are purely fictional. This story is a submission for the

Literotica Winter Holidays Story Contest 2024

. This story was sitting on my desktop half baked for over a year, found some free time and finished it off. I hope you enjoy.

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"Why hello there everyone! I am so happy to have you join me be by the fire for a classic Christmas smut story! Come come! Grab a seat on the floor and a cup of hot chocolate...Our story begins with a young man going shopping for presents in the remaining days before Christmas. This young man has a good heart but is all alone for the holiday season, or so he thinks..."

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Oliver entered the warmth of the grocery store and rubbed his hands together to find additional warmth. The smell of rotisserie chickens filled the air and he made his way over to the sandwich counter as he always did on a Thursday. The store was complimented with a few Christmas decorations here and there along with the stocking stuffer aisle of candy and small toys nearly picked clean in the final few days before Christmas Eve.

'Mhmmm Reeses' peanut butter Santa...' Oliver mused as he spotted the treats on display but exercised his discipline and remained committed to his Turkey on multi-grain. After getting his sandwich he was tempted yet again by a package of holiday cookies before reaching the checkout lane. He noticed his favorite cashier, Grace, was working today.

"What's up sugar?" Grace said with a smile.

Oliver smiled and perked up, he loved his playful banter with the 80 something year old, "Oh just couldn't find any flowers that were befitting you Grace."

"Lucky for you I'm a cheap date honey!" Grace adjusted her glasses against her face and patted her grey and white hair.

Oliver chuckled, "Are you doing anything fun with your family this Christmas Grace?"

"Oh I think my grandkids might spend Christmas Day with me but I'll be watching my classic movies and waiting in my silk undies for you to come over dear."

Oliver laughed out loud, "Oh Grace, you will be hobbling around for days after I'm done with you."

Grace lost it and let out a good belly laugh, her colleague Shirley turned around from her own cash register next to Grace and said, "Oh so that's why Grace has been hobbling around for years now, she's been getting that sweet loving every night!"

The three of them were laughing together but Grace started to reign it in a bit as another customer came to the checkout lane.

Shirley quieted down for a moment as she noticed the new customer too, "Grace you better stop being so naughty, you've got Santa in your lane!"

Oliver was surprised to see a man dressed like Santa in line behind him, "Hey there Santa! Sorry I will finish up here," Oliver fumbled with his wallet.

The older man was smiling, "Oh no need to be sorry young man."

The Santa outfit was impressive, not just a regular mall outfit, this one looked to be movie quality.

Grace pressed some buttons on the cash register, "Ok you can put it in now sugar, the card that is," Grace chuckled a bit at her own innuendo, "What are you getting into this holiday season Ollie?"

Oliver inserted his card in the machine, "Oh well I'm going home to see family but tomorrow night before Christmas Eve I'm going to a fun Christmas themed bar on 5th Avenue, I know I'll see you there Grace."

Grace chuckled again and handed Oliver his receipt as he grabbed his bags, "Oh you can count on it dear." The sweet old lady smiled, "Merry Christmas Ollie."

"Merry Christmas Mrs. Grace."

Oliver made his way out the exit and Grace smiled at the older man dressed as Santa, "I see you are playing the part well! Carrots for the reindeer?"

The older man had a big grin, "Just some snacks before the long weekend ahead!"

"Well I just want to say I would love for my grandkids to meet you!"

Grace scanned the old man's items.

"I suspect they have been good boys and girls. Anything they have been asking for Christmas?"

"Oh some video game for the two of them, Elden Ring I think? I need to find time to get a copy after my shift."

"And what about you?"

Grace was happy to tell this old stranger what she wanted for Christmas. She would never see this man again, it was a joy that came with the job, getting to spend some face to face time with total strangers for a few fleeting seconds. Getting to be a small part of so many people's lives.

"I would love to be 25 again even for just a day but I think I will settle for some new comfy slippers." Grace smiled and handed the Santa his receipt.

"Merry Christmas Grace", the old man beamed with joy and touched the side of his nose before striding off through the exit doors.

Grace smiled and yelled a "Merry Christmas!" to the departing stranger, curious as to how he knew her name without a name tag. She shrugged and waved on the next customer.

A snow storm came in that night bringing ten inches and a horrible wind. Grace woke up to her alarm and sat upright, she had woken up without her normal joint pain which was nice and put on her beat up slippers before grabbing her robe. The apartment was cold, maybe the power had gone out for a bit overnight. She walked into the kitchen and set her kettle on the stove before grabbing her medicine box and her glasses, her doctor had her taking one pill for her high blood pressure and one for her arthritis. She was shaking the pills into her hand when she noticed something bizarre. Her vision was blurry. She took her glasses off and the pill bottle was perfectly clear in front of her.

"What?"

She then noticed her hands. They were...different. Familiar but..different.

She turned on a light and looked closely at her hands. They had no wrinkles on them. Was it the new hand lotion she was using? Confused, Grace went to the bathroom and flicked on the light. She screamed at the sight before her.

It was her alright, but not her. The woman in the mirror was Grace...from more than fifty years ago..

Grace grabbed at her face, at her hair, at her body, grabbing and squeezing and pulling at this charade in front of her but every single poke and prod felt too real for her to comprehend. After the initial shock wore off Grace notice a piece of paper on the mirror, not a piece of notepad paper but some type of parchment with red ink. Astonished, Grace grabbed it and read, "Dear Grace, You are a kind and loving person. I hope you enjoy this wish of yours to the fullest because it will only last until the morning dawn of Christmas Eve. Merry Christmas. P.S. Don't worry about work or your grandkid's gift, I have taken care of that for you. Sincerely, Mr. Claus"

Grace assumed she was in some hyper realistic dream, or she died in her sleep and was in some sort of afterlife, but if this was real she had to test it out. She went to her living room and put a record on, something her daughter had described as being trendy now again. The music of Diana Ross filled the small living room and Grace felt the rhythm run through her and her hips started to sway. The pain wasn't there anymore. She felt loose and smooth. A youthful spry energy filled her body and she undid the belt on her robe, letting her body move completely with the sound of the music. The tempo in the song increased and so did the speed of her movements. Her gentle swaying was growing more energetic, regaining her understanding of what one is capable of doing in a younger body. Grace let out a squeal of glee as she twirled in her pajamas. She had just noticed how baggy her pajamas were and was curious now about how she looked. Grace had photos from her past that showed how she looked in her youth but nothing that revealed everything. Her pajamas were comfy but covered her from head to toe, she left the music playing and returned to the bathroom. Her dark black hair accentuated her supple skin. The skin sagging around her eyes was gone and her neck was slender again.

Grace smiled as she unbuttoned her pajama shirt and blushed at herself as she opened her shirt to reveal her perky breasts, her slender stomach.

"Oh how I missed you!" Small tears ran out of Grace's eyes and she clasped her hands over her mouth. In getting older everything went slowly, fading into history, her looks, and her body had disappeared over the years, realizing well after the fact that her body had changed. This incredible miracle over night had brought her back to her younger self so quickly that the difference was staggering.

"I am.." Grace removed her hands from her shocked face and began to run them over her body, "...sexy!...Well...I always have been.." She giggled as she placed her hands on her stomach and then ran them over where her love handles had been for the past 40 years or so.

"Oh I missed this!" Grace had felt the cold air on her skin but her shock had distracted her until now. She finally realized how chilly it was and the goosebumps on her body. Not wanting to step away from this moment she turned on the shower and let the water heat up before taking off the rest of her pajamas. She looked down at her slender toned legs, legs she had used in her youth to play at summer camp, to run through the neighborhood with her friends. She turned around before the mirror and looked over her shoulder at her butt.

"There you are my old friend!" Grace smiled with pure delight, her butt had grown with the years and to see it again at its prime, so firm looking and not a bit of cellulite to be seen. At long last the water had warmed enough that Grace was able to step in, out of habit she still grabbed the handrail as she got in and felt the warmth begin to run down her body.

For at least ten minutes Grace ran her hands up and down and around and around her youthful figure, still not able to believe that any of this was happening. Eventually she began to soap up her body and feel the lather run down her smooth skin before grabbing the shower head wand to rinse off.

Grace may have been old but it had not meant that she had stopped finding time to give herself pleasure with the shower wand, it was not a regular occurrence but Grace was still a woman with needs. She was wondered how her youthful body might respond and aimed the wand between her legs. The pressure hit her clit and she felt a bolt of lightning run through her body.

"Ohh..oh my." Grace rolled her eyes and bit her lip. She glanced down and her young body was in shape enough to let her see everything she was doing to herself.

With a bit of initial hesitation Grace began to lift a leg up but feeling her newfound strength she confidently set her foot on a corner of the shower tub. She put the shower wand back up and let the warm water rush over her as she ran a hand down between her legs. her fingers ran over her pubic hair and found her beautiful mound. She let out a sigh of joy as she moved her hand around her sex. She ran her other hand to her breast, her nipples sensitive to the touch. Memories of former lovers filled her mind at first. Not all of them had been amazing, but some, 'Mhmm, Hank...', had driven her mad in her youth and continued to do so in her later years.

The memories of what they had done together in the back of his car played in Grace's mind as her hands worshipped her body. Not only did her skin feel so smooth on her fingertips, but the ache of old age was absent too. She felt free in every move she made, free to just feel her own beauty. She felt the warmth of the water rushing down her body but she also felt the warmth of her sex as she rubbed broad circles over her clit. The warmth radiated through her body and a tingle sent shivers through her as she grew more aroused.

The memory of her feet pressed against the ceiling of the car as Hank had thrust in and out of her filled her mind. She had thought back on this memory so many times. Such a fun summer in her younger years. Her relationship had petered out with Hank but like an old record, she loved to replay this memory in her mind from time to time. The feeling of a lover losing himself with her was so powerful, so raw. Her hips were grinding against her hand.

'I have hips!...oh god I missed you!' Grace thought to herself as she moved herself in ways she had not felt in decades. A tension built up within her, and Grace tried her best to feel it all, the hot water, the firm press of her fingers on her clit, the squeeze she gave her nipple.

"Oh..my...oh....my.." The pressure inside of Grace had grown so quickly in intensity, she could almost feel the heat of Hank's body against her as she remembered how he began to moan, how he began to grow inside of her, how he screamed out her name as she climaxed

"OHHHH!!!!" Grace lost her breath as her body quaked in the spray of her steaming shower. Her toes curled under and she nearly collapsed as a shock of pleasure pulsed through her. Her breasts quivered as she let out a high moan and one hand grasped for the handlebar in the shower.

Grace rolled her head back as her orgasm began to weaken. Her hand clenching the handlebar with white knuckles. The feeling of pure and total release crept through her body and an open mouthed smile took over her face followed by laughter.

'How long has it been??' Grace thought to herself. Just a few days prior Grace had touched herself with some gentle feeling of joy but now it felt as if every sensation was magnified. She had not felt an orgasm like that in years.

Grace continued to laugh in the shower which slowly turned to a giggle and soon a peaceful quiet before turning off the shower and grabbing her towel. After drying off Grace hung her towel up and looked at her nude body in the mirror again, admiring her physique without a single thought or worry in the world for a few minutes before noticing the note again that now lay damp on the bathroom sink next to her foot cream.

"I hope you enjoy this wish of yours to the fullest because it will only last until the morning dawn of Christmas Eve"

The words on the parchment snapped Grace out of her dream like state and she looked at the clock. It was already 7:45 AM. The clock was ticking and Grace was going to make the most of this early Christmas present. Grace found her phone and saw it already had some missed calls on it from work. Her shift wasn't supposed to start until 9 but she listened to the voicemail left.

"Hey Grace, it's Matt the general manager. I'm sure you saw the snow piled up outside but I just wanted to let you know that you don't need to worry bout coming in today, I don't see how I can even get the parking lot cleared before noon and with it almost being Christmas I think you can just stay home today. I got your shift covered and as an early present, you'll still get paid. Anyways, don't mind coming in and have a great Christmas with the grandkids!"

Grace smiled and tossed her phone to the side and then mused aloud, "What am I going to do now?" Grace looked out the window and saw kids running around outside throwing snowballs. She smirked and...

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"Excuse me!" A listener on the carpet interrupted the story.

"Are we about to go through a whole day of Grace doing ice skating and running around town doing young people things showing how alive she feels??" The listener asked.

"Well, yeah, it's a heartfelt love letter to youth." The narrator responded quizzically.

"When does she get railed?" Another listener asked before taking a drink from a mug of hot cocoa.

"Oh yeah, you folks are just here for the smut is that right?"

"Yeah!" The crowd of listeners responded in unison.

The narrator rolled his eyes, "Jesus, Mary and Joseph, fine I will fast forward! But not right to the heat of it!"

The narrator muttered to himself, "At least I'm not reading another fucking incest tale."

"Hey! Don't kink shame!" A different listener yelled out.

The narrator shook his head, "Ok ok, alright, hmmmm. Let me see here...ah yes..."

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Grace looked at herself nervously in the mirror, dressed up to go to a bar for the first time in too many years to count. She was determined to make this night count but butterflies filled her stomach, what if she found no-one and she wasted a magical night with two vodka sodas? "No" She straightened herself in the mirror, "This is your night!"

Getting ready had been a challenge. Grace had to rely on clothes her daughter had left behind over the years in the house. She put on some jeans and a cute blouse, trying to emulate the style of younger women she had seen at the grocery store. The makeup was another story and she was left with her dark red lipstick she had been using for the past ten years. After getting completely ready she was mostly satisfied with her makeshift wardrobe. She spun around in front of the mirror and noticed her toned butt.

"I'm just going to let you do the talking," she smirked and headed out the door.

She walked along the snowy sidewalks to 5th Avenue. That young man Ollie had mentioned going to a holiday bar around there and she figured she might have her best luck going to where all the young folks were gathered. It was nice to not have to worry about slipping and breaking her hip as her young legs easily handled the snowy terrain and spots of ice here and there. By the time she reached the festive looking bar "Miracle on 5th" she was shaking from the cold even with her thick coat on. The bouncer out front was telling a group of five guys that there was a thirty minute wait ahead of them but noticed Grace coming up.

"Oh I was hoping I could warm up from being out in the cold." Grace asked the bouncer.

"Oh, hey there...you can get in." The bouncer was taking in the sight of Grace in a not so subtle manner.

"Oh! Why thank you so much young man for helping an old woman like myself out." Grace patted the bouncer on the arm in a maternal fashion.

The bouncer shook his head from the odd encounter, "Ok grandma?" he mumbled while he stared at her butt as she headed indoors.

Grace handed her winter gear to the coat check lady and marveled at the whimsical decorations that littered the packed bar. The place was alive with people chatting and singing. People were wearing "ugly sweaters" that Grace thought looked familiar among her group of friends in a normal holiday season. There were people wearing reindeer antlers and necklaces made of holiday lights. 'So this is what people are up to nowadays while I'm stuck at home watching my shows.'

She headed over to the bar where an empty seat called her name and settled in. The bartender dropped off a cute little menu with pictures of drinks, 'Santa's Little Helper' and 'Frosty's Cup'. She ordered a drink that was filled with five ingredients she had never heard of but included a candy cane.

"Good choice on the santa mug drink, my friend had the mulled wine and is already out for the night."

Grace recognized that voice, she turned and there he was, Ollie. He was cute, she knew that but that was from what she saw at the grocery store. Ollie had a sport jacket on and his shirt was unbuttoned a bit to show some chest hair.

"Good to see you, I mean, hey there.." Grace fumbled a bit.

"I'm Oliver, my friends call me Ollie."

"Grace" she smiled and shook Ollie's hand.

"Grace? That's a lovely name." Ollie seemed curious, "You look familiar...do you happen to have a family member named Grace?"

"I'm the one and only" She smirked.

"Well Grace, you already have a drink, want to spend the next hour or so getting to know me?"

"An hour is a pretty long amount of time. Is it going to be worth it?" She needled Ollie with great amusement.

"If you hate it, I buy you two more drinks for your time and head out to freeze to death in the snow to pay for the harm done. If you love it I promise you the best night of your life." Ollie smiled and took a pull of his drink.