She knew that he'd agreed to be the Mall Santa this week as a favor to a local charity group, but she was bound and determined to tease the hell out of him. She dressed in a slutty miniskirt-- no undies, of course -- and a see-through nylon top that she knew drove him insane. This was all covered by a tasteful long leather jacket and topped with a demure little green elfin hat dressed with a festive red feather. So, to the casual observer, her outfit wasn't a big deal.
She waited at the mall for the mid-morning lull. When there was no one waiting to see Santa, she scooted to the front of the line where an "elf" waited to escort the kids to Santa's lap.
"A little old for this, ain't ya, sister?" he wisecracked.
"Don't you have some reindeer poop to scoop?" she snapped back. And wiggled her way up to Santa.
Seeing her, Santa broke into a big grin. "It's okay, Eddie, this is my wife ... she wants Santa to be real good to her this year. Why don't ya grab a coffee and we'll take a 15-minute break."
Eddie the elf had already had his eye on a girl at the donut counter across the way. "Okay, see ya in a bit." He pulled the drape across the entrance and set the velvet rope across the aisle where the line formed with the 'Santa will be Right Back' sign hanging from it.
She smiled and sat down on Santa's lap, twisting and wiggling her bottom so that he could tell she was panty-less. "I've been extra good, Santa, so you can reeeeally stuff my stocking this year ... okay?" After a peck on his cheek, 'Mrs. Claus' looked around. "Gee," she whispered to him softly, her breath tickling his ear, "This is very private -- the way they have things set up this year." The new line of waiting children would be well out of sight of this softly decorated area set up to look like a large living room, complete with a beautifully decorated tree and a fireplace with stockings hanging from the mantle. Low light shimmered from the chandelier suspended by cables from the ceiling high above as well as from the electric candles arranged tastefully around the 'room.' A sham polar bear rug was laid over top other thick carpeting covering the bricks of the mall floor in front of the fireplace. The effect was to soften the usual high echoes and allow childish voices and whispered wishes to be easily heard.
His attention, however, was focused entirely on this woman occupying his lap. The grinding of her crotch on his legs was making him drool with the need to have her ... what was it about her that drove him to such lust? After 30 years, his ardor for her had never cooled. In fact, it seemed to have swelled over the years.
"Well, little girl, what can Santa do for you this year? I hope you haven't been TOO good!" He slowly ran his hand up her tasty thigh. She wiggled with delight and, after looking around, parted her legs a bit. Santa took immediate advantage and pushed his hand up between her legs, teasing the outside of her beautiful bush.
She blushed a little and said, "Why, Santa Claus, you always seem to know what I most want."
With that, he pushed his finger between her pouting pussy lips and thrust deep into her hot, wet cunt. She gasped in surprise and pleasure -- she had not expected the teasing to get this far.
"Honey, that is delightful ... but we are in the mall, for crying out loud," she moaned, squirming on his lap.
"You started it, baby; now I'm gonna finish it. You are the most wildly attractive woman alive. And I'm gonna have my Christmas goodies right now!" He stood up, and she slid from his lap. She was really nervous now, trying to see if there were any children or parents in line at the front of the display. But from what she could see, the place was still deserted.
She yelped in surprise when she felt herself roughly pulled from behind by the waistband of her skirt. She was twirled around and shoved into a dimly lit room. Her head was spinning from the combination of desire and confusion. Where the hell was this?
