Every year in December Mrs. Claus made a trip from the North Pole to here in sunny Florida. Like Santa, she needed a break away from everything going on in the North Pole. It was several years ago when I met her and we started our affair.
Now I know what you are thinking; how can I be interested in some old woman? Well let me tell you Mrs. Claus isn't an old woman, at least not in appearance. I don't know how she has stayed so young looking, but hey I'm not complaining. Ever since our first encounter, she has made it a point to stop at my house and every year I have looked forward to it.
A knock at my door made me jump up from my chair. I knew it was her and I was overly excited. I open the door to see Mrs. Clause wearing a tight little red teddy.
"Merry Christmas!" she shouts.
"Speaking of which," I say, my voice thick with desire.
She walks in and kisses me. She lingers on the kiss for several long minutes before breaking away and walking into the living room. I guess the long year apart drove her mad as well. She unzips the teddy and lets it fall to the floor before spinning around in front of the fire place toward me. Her eyes are pinned by my gaze at her slender, sexy body. She shivers and takes a deep breath and I know it's from the heat in my eyes. My gaze drops to her perfectly set breasts. Her nipples are already as my rock hard as my cock.
I close the door and peel off my clothes as I walk over to her. I press my lips against hers in a deep, lingering kiss. This time she pushes her tongue into my mouth in a more controlled manner. I wrap my tongue around hers, tasting her. My hands push her back against the wall next to the fire place. They slide up to her breasts, softly squeezing them. Our kiss grows stronger, harder and more passionate.
Mrs. Claus reaches down between our bodies to rub her fingers against my cock. It feels great in her loving hands. She breaks away from the kiss to look down. "I've waited all year long for you," she says almost sadly.
"Hasn't Mr. Claus been taking care of you?" I ask.
"He's not the man that you are. Nor is he as big as you." She drops to her knees and leans forward, slipping her mouth over the head of my cock. As she slowly lower her mouth down me, I moan softly.
"Lucky me," I say.
"No, lucky me," Mrs. Claus corrects as she pulls her lips back to the tip of my cock.
She takes me back into her mouth and increases the speed of her movement. She slides her lips along my shaft while sucking firmly on me. At the same time she rubs her hand up and down the base of my cock. I moan deeply as I wrap my fingers in her hair.