I'd thought I'd share with everyone why adults, not just children, should be good all year round, and to believe in the magic of Christmas. Since I was a little boy, I've always believed in Santa Claus, flying reindeer, the whole ten yards. I loved the Christmas concepts of love, family and giving. As I got older and I was told there was no Santa, I refused to believe it. Such was the hold Christmas had on me. Sure I knew my parents left me presents under the tree every year, instead of jolly old St. Nick, but maybe that's because I didn't truly deserve them yet. Or maybe since my parents bought me so much, Santa didn't see the need to visit my house.
This is a least how I rationalized my beliefs. I know there are a million and one reasons to doubt the existence of Santa Claus, but I had to believe that some things in this world are just beyond logic. As a grown man, with a wife and two kids, I passed my views onto them. Sure I bring them presents instead of the real Santa Claus, but I always wait up late Christmas Eve, hoping just maybe I won't have to put them out this year.
It was during one of these late night vigils that I received the best Christmas present of my life. I sat in my favorite recliner bathed in the mixed glow of Christmas tree lights and the muted TV set. My family had long since gone to bed upstairs leaving me to my black and white version of, It's a Wonderful Life. I'd seen this movie so many times that I didn't even need to have the sound on. I knew every word by heart.
I glanced at the fireplace and noticed the glowing embers where dying out. It was getting late. The clock on the mantle read 12:02 AM.
Merry Christmas, I thought to myself as I began to think about turning in, maybe next year Santa.
I reached for the remote on the fold out TV tray I had set up next to my chair, but it wasn't there. I looked down but all there was my lukewarm mug of hot chocolate.
The kids hide that thing on purpose, I thought to myself annoyed.
Sleepily I got up off my chair to look through the cushions, turning my back to the fireplace as I did. Just as I began my search, I heard a sweet feminine voice from behind me.
"Looking for this?"
I spun around fast realizing instantly that the voice was not my wife's. Standing before me was a tall, young woman, probably in her early 20's. She looked as if she belonged in the Christmas spread of Victoria Secret for she wore almost nothing at all. On her feet she had calf high fuzzy dark red boots trimmed at the top with a white fur. From there her slender legs extended forever upward to a short skirt, which barely covered a quarter of the length of her thighs. The skirt matched her boots in the same dark red color and white fur trim. It connected at her right hip by several intricately design bold buttons.
The skirt fit loose and low on her hips revealing her tiny waist, belly and soft abdominal curves. Her thin waist was contrasted by her large breasts which gave her the perfect V shape that every man desires. Her perky breasts were also crammed into a red and white trimmed top, with so much cleavage showing I thought they would spill out at any moment. Her top was just low enough to cover the bottom of her breasts and high enough to hide her nipples. It also had sleeves which covered her slim arms and shoulders. It was held fast, in the front, by three gold buttons, similar to the ones on her skirt, however only two where fastened.
She stood in front of me, one hand on her hip and the other extended toward me with my remote. She smiled at me and I was instantly drawn into her large, hazel eyes. Her long straight blonde hair shimmered in the low light as I cautiously took the remote from her.
"Merry Christmas," she said with deep red lips that reminded me of Angelina Jo Lee's.
"Who are you?" I stammered stunned not only by her beauty but by the fact that an intruder was standing in my living room.
"I'm Mrs. Claus," she giggled, then tilting her head down slightly and locking eyes with me she added seductively, "I'm you're Christmas present."
"Mrs. Claus," I repeated in disbelief, "but you're so young."
"Were you expecting a homely old grandmother?" She laughed softly, bosoms bouncing lightly as she did. "I save that form for the children. I thought you would appreciate this form much more."
She touched the underside of her breasts with her hands and took a step toward me, her hips seductively rolling as she did. Still overwhelmed I took a step back. My heel hit the edge of my chair and I fell back into it.
Mrs. Claus moved closer and placing her soft hands over mine on the arms of the recliner and leaned over me. Her breasts were but six inches from my face and as I took a deep breath I could smell peppermint and candy.
"While Santa delivers toys to the good little boys, I take care of the good men," she explained deepening her voice slightly as she spoke that last part. "I'm your Christmas present for being such a good father and husband all year round."
"M-m-my Christmas present?" I took a large swallow.
"Of course," she replied, "especially since you've always truly believed in us."
She leaned in and gave me a quick peck on my nose. Then she stood up and took a couple steps back so I could see all of her at once.
"There aren't many of you good men left," she said as reached up and undid one of the shiny gold buttons that kept her top on, "so I'm going to make your Christmas extra magical. Just you sit there for a moment and enjoy."
With that she undid the last button and her tits spilled out before me. I took a quick gasp and marveled at their perfection. A more perfect pair I could not imagine. She breathed in deeply pointing them directly at me as she embraced them in her hands. She wore a shiny gold band on her left ring finger and a glittering diamond on her right. She squeezed her pink nipples lightly between her fingers. Her nails painted a bright red. Mrs. Claus then tilted her head back and closed her eyes enjoying the sensation.
She began to rub her chest and stomach while slowly rolling her hips back and forth. She then proceeded to remove the rest of her top, bit by bit, until it fell to the floor. She opened her eyes again and looking at me took a few steps forward. With a sly smile on her face she rotated her hips in front of me, pulling down on the top of her skirt. She teased me, revealing a hint of soft golden pubic hair before pulling it back up.
She then undid the gold buttons on her skirt but held it still around her waist with her right hand. She abruptly turned around and spread her legs about shoulder width apart. Her skirt was now drawn tight across her ass. She slowly leaned over down her right leg; her head still turned back at me, watching for my reaction. As she leaned over, her skirt began to rise, and in the darkness I could make out the folds of her naked sex. She reached back with her left hand and cupped her vagina letting out a small purr. At the same time she let her skirt fall to the floor.
Mrs. Claus then turned to face me. She was mostly shaven with only a small patch of curly blonde. She bent down and sat on the floor in front of me with her legs together. Leaning back on her hands she pushed out her chest for me to admire. Lifting one leg she placed her boot in my crotch. It wasn't until now that I realized the raging hard on I had. It was the first time that my erection was so hard it actually hurt.
"Take them off," Mrs. Claus said quietly, still looking at me with longing.
Without hesitation I cupped the heel of her boot and slid it off. I noticed her toes were painted the same shade of red as her fingers and although I do not have a foot fetish or anything, but they were the sexiest feet I had ever seen.
