Merry Xmas, or should I say Merry XXXmas? Personally I like the second one better, it's much more fun, in adult sort of way. Like the old song says I did see Mommy or rather my bosses wife kissing Santa, because I was Santa and damn could Mommy kiss! She did a few other things very well too.
Let me start at the beginning, my name happened to be the lucky one chosen to play Santa at my last Xmas office party. Some poor smuck always had to the job and I was it this year. I did not want to play Santa, I wanted to enjoy the party not dress in a hot fat suit with an itchy fake beard and hand out some dumb gag gifts, but I put on my game face and pretended I wanted to do the job.
Well the night in question came and I went to do my dreaded job at the office party. My boss's wife Mrs. Jensen met me at the door and said " I will help you with you know what when it's time." And then winked at me. I took that to mean my Santa suit. I was so wrong. Mrs. Jensen told me the suit was in the back office and she would meet me there in thirty minutes. I grabbed a drink and chatted with a few of my fellow workers and I was just getting feeling a little good from my drink when I felt someone close by me. Mrs. Jensen was at my side letting me know it was time to go get dressed up to play the dreaded Santa. Thirty minutes went by so fast.
She was not a bad looking woman, somewhere in her late 30's or early 40's. Her figure was not overly slim but very curvaceous; the power suit she wore could not even begin to disguise her figure. What I could see of her legs were shapely and she wore black high heels the kind called stilettos, very high with thin heels. Extremely sexy. The shoes should have tipped me off mostly because they did not go with the ugly power suit she wore. But I was clueless about how women dress and didn't know any difference. Her hair was pulled back in a loose knot at the back of her neck and was a beautiful shiny brown. I longed to pull the pins from that hair and run my fingers through it.
We arrived at the back office and the lights were not very bright. On the desk was a big box with a red Santa suit inside. "I hope this will fit you." She said to me and walked over to the window and shut the shades.
"I am sure it will be fine." I said. I did not want to put that suit on. I sighed and went over to box. She came up beside me and pulled the pants from the box and held them to me. As I took the pants my fingers brushed against hers. "Sorry, didn't mean to bump you." I said. I didn't want my bosses wife to get the wrong idea but if she attacked me I would not say no. Like that would happen. I put on the pants and they fit fine around the waist but were about 4 inches too short in the legs.
Mrs. Jensen looked at my charcoal pant legs peeking out of the bright red Santa pants. She had a look of displeasure on her face. "I am sorry but you have to remove those gray pants. I will turn my back while you take them off" She wants me to wear just the baggy fuzzy red pants??? What the hell I thought, she gave me little choice in the matter.