It's late in the afternoon and I'm doing my Christmas shopping. I see the line up for photos with Santa Claus and decide that I want to sit on Santa's lap too.
When the Santa photos close for the today I approach the man playing Santa Claus and ask if I could sit on his lap in private. He looks me up and down and says that he would be happy to allow a sweet young lady to sit on his lap and tell him what she wishes for Christmas.
We go to the private room that Santa has and he sits down on a chair. "Come sit on my lap and tell me what you want for Christmas, little girl."
I walk over to him and lower myself onto his lap. "Well, Santa, I would love to have you deliver a nice hard piece of meat to my hungry pussy."
"I just might be able to help you with your gift right now," he replies.
He slides an arm around my waist and turns me so I straddle his legs. I reach up and pull off his hat and white wig. I go to pull off his beard but he stops me. He slides his hands down my sides and down my legs. I lower my mouth to his and we kiss deeply. As we kiss I feel his hands slide up under my skirt and he slowly pushes my skirt up over my thighs and bum to my hips. I moan against his mouth as he runs his hands and fingers gently over my thighs towards my pussy. Just before he touches it he stops and lifts his hands to my breasts. I arch my back as I feel his fingers lightly brush against my nipples.
I lift my arms up and he slides my shirt up over my head. He then reaches behind me and undoes my bra. It drops to the ground and leaves my breasts exposed. Santa drops his head and takes a nipples into his mouth and I moan out load as I hold his head to my breast. He swirls his tongue around my nipple and then bites it gently. He then changes breasts and repeats the actions. My fingers drift from his hair down to grip his shoulders as pleasure surges through my body.
I slide my hands down over his chest and undo his jacket and slide it off his shoulders and down his arms. I throw the pillow out of the way and slide my hands under his shirt and lift it up to take it off him. As I slide the shirt over his head I take his beard with it. I gasp as the cloths clear his face. Santa isn't a stranger to me. It's you. I kiss you deeply again. Moaning when your hands squeeze my breasts.
I slide my hands over your chest, down your stomach to your pants and under the waist band. I touch your hard cock softly. I stand up breaking the kiss and drop to my knees between your spread legs. I grab hold of the pants and start to slide them down. You raise your hips so I can slide the pants down your legs.