My eyes snap open in the bed. Did I hear a sound? The bedroom is jet black. Even though it's as quiet as a church I can't see or hear my lovely wife next to me. I look down the hall and see a very slight, colorful glow coming from the living room. I had forgotten to turn off the Christmas tree lights. It's my job because my beautiful wife LOVES Christmas and everything associated with it. She NEVER wants to turn off the lights. Certainly not on Christmas Eve. I tolerate it because I love my wife.
I ease silently out of bed and pad down the hall in nothing but my bare feet and briefs. As I turn into the living room my feet stop, as does my heart. I see an unbelievably stunning woman in the room. She is bending down at the waist and placing presents under the tree. Her shapely backside is to me, so she doesn't see me enter the room.
I stand there blinking and drinking in this fantastic vision. She has on a very short, velvet, dark green dress with long sleeves. It includes a hood, which is up over her head, hiding her face and hair. The dress is high up on her hips and hemmed with a fluffy white fringe. Under that is a ruffly petticoat revealing silky white stockings held up by a thin garter. On her feet are very sexy red high-heeled pumps.
Suddenly all the blood rushes from my head to the downtown train, if you know what I mean. She must have heard me "gulp" because she turned with a start, a soft "oh!" escaping from her cherry-red lips. The hood covering her head is also fringed in white hiding soft dark curls, looking like a snowy halo. Her eyes are a brilliant green and her eyelids are painted with glittering green and gold. Her pretty cheeks are soft and rosy.
"Who are you?" I ask in a whisper.
"Good evening, sir! My name is Honestra Sweet." She lifts the hem of her dress slightly and gives me a little curtsey. "But everyone calls me Honey." Her voice is soft and low, but she's clearly not as concerned about waking anyone up as I am.
"What are you doing?" Another brilliant interrogation.
"I'm delivering presents for Santa." Honey places her hands on her waist, cocks her hip and raises one eyebrow. "Would you like to help?" She honestly has no idea how seductive she is.
"Yes, ma'am." First smart thing I've said all evening. There's no way I'm going to pass up a chance to get closer to this dream girl.
"Please. Call me Honey".
She beckons me over to her red, velvet bag. I kneel down and hand her gift after gift to place under the tree. I try to concentrate on my work and, although she catches me peaking up her skirt a couple of times, Honey just smiles at me sweetly and finishes placing the gifts around the tree. There are boxes for my wife, my daughters and their families, the in-laws, the mailman. Everyone but me. Honey has something sweet to say about every recipient as though she knew them personally. That Santa has a heck of a research department.
Honey watches me dig around at the bottom of the empty bag pathetically for a moment and asks,
"What are you looking for?"
I fain ignorance - which is not at all hard for me to do. "Nothing."
"Have you been a good boy?" She gives me a scolding look that makes my swollen member jump.
Honey offers me her hand. It is warm and soft. She helps me to stand, and she turns my nearly naked body to face her. Our bodies are just inches apart. Her cute nipples poke tiny hills in the soft velvet of her tight dress. The twinkling lights and the smooth, shiny velvet material accent her shapely breasts. I want to touch them so bad it hurts. I can feel the heat coming off her sexy body and she smells like cinnamon. She looks up at me with those deep green eyes, stands up on her toes and very softly kisses the corner of my mouth. Not only do her lips look like cherries but they taste like cherries, too.
"I have a very special present for you. Would you like to open it now or wait until the morning?"
I've never been a fan of opening gifts on Christmas Eve, but I was going to make a hard exception this time.
