"I am so full. That really hit the spot, Noel." I closed my eyes, listened to the broadcast of A Christmas Story from the television.
"Hey," a voice whispered. "Psss!"
I awoke in my pod in nothing but a pair of red briefs, a green 'X' over my bulge. I was on my bed, sheets folded perfectly underneath me. My clothes hung on the wall at my side. A cool breeze startled me, so I glanced to the right.
"Sorry. Did I wake you from a nightmare before Christmas?" Noel entered my pod, closed the transparent lid behind her. She wore a skimpy red satin nightgown, festive white fur trim around the hem and sleeves. Green Santa socks stretched to her knees. Her chocolate hair, streaks of blonde, was tied in a messy bun. She tugged at the covers underneath me, pulled them over us, and spooned next to me. She kissed my neck and pressed her cheek against mine, almost crawling on top. "Baby, it's cold outside."
"What are you doing? It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. They'll be here any minute." I heightened a brow, leaned up further. The only light in the dim room came from downstairs. A Christmas tree decorated the far corner with blinking white lights. The television—playing A Christmas Story—set in front of a big red chair. I turned back to Noel. "You're Bishop's wife!"
"I'm trading places." Noel shot a glance to the double pod at my right. Her husband, Bishop, slept soundly on his back under the clear lid. She looked back to me. "Not in the mood for a holiday affair?"
"I'm just solely concentrating on surviving Christmas."
"Shhh! Put a little love in your heart, will ya?" Noel pointed up to the mistletoe dangling from the ceiling above my pod. "You don't want our last night to be a silent night, do ya?"
"Noel, listen, it's not the season for teasin—"
"Bah-humbug. Don't be a Scrooge." Noel slid her fingers underneath the band of my briefs, palmed my long, thick ham. She nibbled on my earlobe. "Oooo my! What do you feed this thing? I always wanted a hippopotamus for Christmas."
"It makes for a great stocking stuffer," I joked. My voice cracked with anxiety.
"All I want for Christmas is you, and your Yule log." Noel gnawed on her bottom lip while stroking me solid as the North Pole. She peppered kisses down my chest, abs, before disappearing under the covers.
"Hallelujah!" My cock slipped into something warm and wet, which tickled the underbelly. After a fleeting glance to Bishop—out cold—I peeked underneath the sheets. "Santa Claus is, um, coming to town."
"Yeah. Not Krampus. Not gremlins." Noel squeezed the base of my shaft. She slipped the engorged head between her tensed lips and quietly slurped on my candy cane. Her tongue slid down the bottom of my cock. Then, she sucked as she withdrew. Her eyes leered at my size. "Even if Krapmus did show up, surely you'd want your lethal weapon to die hard?"
I shushed her before looking across the room to a Bishop.
With his mouth wide open, Bishop slept soundly on his back underneath the clear roof of the pod.
"He's not gonna wake up," Noel said before licking down the side of my shaft.
"I just feel like someone is watch—" I froze when turning to the neighbor on my left.
A brunette, with a round face, rested on her side facing my pod. Her eyes were wide open and set on me. She didn't blink.
I tapped Noel's arm, but with a mouthful, Noel didn't bother replying. I pinched her. "Pss! Somebody saw momma kissing Santa."
"What?" Noel stuck her head out from the covers, her cheek against my lower abdomen. She maintained a firm grip around my cock.
I motioned with my head. "Merry..."
By the time Noel looked, Merry closed her eyes, playing asleep.
"Are you scared? This should be serendipity for you." Noel eyed me with a furrowed brow. "What's wrong with a little kiss kiss and bang bang, huh?"
"Because she's watching," I said.
"You're trapped in paradise and all you want to do is piss and moan." Noel's grip strengthened around my shaft. She pinned it to my stomach, licked down the underbelly before roasting my chestnuts in her warm mouth. "Just pretend we're home alone, will ya?"
"I uh..." I released the covers back over her head. "This is not how I saw my Christmas in Connecticut."
"Hush!" Noel yanked the covers back down. "It's your miracle on 34th street."
"It happened on 5th avenue four Christmases ago..." The lid to Merry's pod popped wide open. She sat up on her bed, the covers pulled to her broad shoulders. "...at the shop around the corner of the Holiday inn."
Noel and I looked to one another before she bailed back under the covers, leaving me to awkwardly talk my way out. I swallowed hard and then turned to my nosey neighbor. "What's up, Merry? Um, having troub—" My eyes trailed the contour of Merry's arm to her midsection. Her bed sheet trembled with activity beneath the surface.
Noel stuck her head back out from underneath the covers. While energetically jerking my cock, she looked to Merry. "Hey, we're kinda busy, ya mind?"
"Okay, okay. Happy Xmas, the war is over. Jeez!" Merry huffed. The motion beneath her sheet stopped. "Just relax."
Noel dipped beneath my bed sheets. Her arm reached out from the side and unlatched my pod. The lid slowly opened. She squirmed underneath the covers for a moment before sticking her arm back out with a satin nightgown wadded in her palm. She dropped her garment outside.
My heart raced, chest tickled. My briefs were ripped to my ankles. A breeze welcomed my genitals to the wide open. "How did I get caught up with these mixed nuts?" I asked myself.
Noel stuck her hand out again and released my undergarment to the floor. With a mischievous smile, she climbed out from under the covers. She rolled her hips and pinned my cock against my stomach. She thrust her mount up the underbelly of my large member. She kissed me with pent-up passion, anticipating the bumpy sleigh ride.
I kissed back while thrusting my hips up. My cock filled her with holiday cheer.
"Uh!" Noel softly moaned in my ear.
"I'm dreaming of a white Christm..." Bishop stirred in his sleep. "mpjhk..."
Noel ducked flat against my chest, hidden under the sheets. She didn't move. As Bishop settled, she inched the covers down. Her hips rotated once again. Her pussy slid up and down my length, riding my Polar Express.