It was the last weekend before Christmas. Only 3 masturbating days before he had to make the long drive to his retired parents house and spend the holiday as the only unmarried son of five. Chris wasn't looking forward to another bachelor arrival. He knew he would face the same questions as last year, "Got a nice girlfriend Chris?", "Getting any action Bro.?", and his favorite: "Why don't you come stay with us? We have plenty of room. Forget that lousy job, they'll never pay you enough to move out of that tiny apartment and that dirty little box you call a stove."
Still, he liked his apartment. Sure it was tiny, and certainly the free nine foot tall Christmas tree that took up over two-thirds of his front room didn't improve available space. But it was free, an annual token of the apartment manager's goodwill. It even came with a stand, but no decorations. Chris had brought it in, stood it up in the corner, and fully intended to decorate it. He even bought decorations, but he hadn't lifted a finger to hang anything on the tree. He just couldn't get in a cheery holiday mood this year.
His apartment had only one small bedroom with a single bed and half pint chest of drawers. The kitchen stove was so small, he couldn't cook a pizza in the oven without tilting it at an angle. The apartment guide referred to the dining area as the dining nook. Chris referred to it as the dining "nookette". Speaking of nooks, he sure wished his apartment had some "nookie". It had been a long time since Chris had even gone on a date. His shyness didn't help.
But there was one really great feature about his apartment he liked the most. He liked the proximity to Beth, his upstairs neighbor. She had moved in about 3 months ago with her boyfriend. They were both very nice, at least Beth was always nice. They went to work every morning the same time he did and he had gotten to know them eventually they invited him upstairs a few times for a pleasant dinner and a glass or two of wine. Their stove was much bigger than his. Beth's boyfriend could turn into a huge asshole when he drank too much and that seemed like every time he saw him. But lately, he hadn't seen him much. But he didn't really miss him. It was Beth he liked. She had a wonderful playful laugh that easily surfaced. Chris guessed she was in her mid twenties. She could of been younger. She certainly had the body of an 18 year old. She had small perky breasts and a thin waist with long legs. Oh those legs she had! Beth regularly wore short skirts or dresses that accentuated her long legs and perfectly edible ass.
There were open stairs leading to the upper apartment that crossed diagonally the front facade of the building. The top landing was a short porch over Chris's front door. A couple of weeks ago, when they delivered the Christmas trees, Chris was innocently picking up the branches that had been skinned off from fitting his tree through his doorway while Beth followed the tree delivery men up the steps. There was some kind of delay getting the door open and Beth stood on the open stair slats unaware that her short skirt gave Chris a clear view up her skirt.
For days now the memory of Beth's velvety red panties had provided an unlimited energy source of stroking for Chris's cock. She was the object of his fantasies every night and every morning. Any time Chris saw a bright red Santa Claus it reminded him of the color of Beth's rich panties. He never knew he had photographic panty memory until the day he saw Beth's red panties from under the stairs. He remembered the sexy high cut on the side, the lacy decal edges of her leg openings. The slow sloping in the middle of her waistband as it stretched from one hip to the other in a dipping half ellipse. The tiniest little thin patch of bright red secluded her pussy and tapered to a thin finger thickness as it wrapped between her legs and up her wonderful hot ass. The memory was again arousing him and he could feel his erection growing in his sweatpants. He was nearing the urge to release all the holiday cheer in his cock when a knock sounded at his door.
"Hi Chris. What ya' doin'?" asked Beth as she stood at his door.
Chris was surprised. He was so astonished, it took him a few minutes to register his hard-on was pointing out his sweatpants. He hoped she didn't notice as he moved his hands in front to hide his protruding erection.
"Not much. Want to come in?"
"Sure." Chris stepped back as Beth entered the room. Her soft perfume whiffed by his nose and he closed his eyes to capture the tiny scent. To his disappointment, Beth was wearing loose fitting bib overalls. However, she did have on a thin white T-shirt underneath that only came halfway down her rib cage and the bib straps helped to push her breasts aside so they hung in soft white scoops to the side. From the outline of her nipple, Chris could easily tell she had no bra on. He imagined for a moment, soft scoops of ice cream with little cherries carefully placed for sweet sucking.
"You have anything to drink? Beth asked smiling as she moved into his kitchen.
"There's a bottle of Chardonnay in the fridge. It should be good and cold."
"Mmm. Cold Chardonnay sounds great. Beth opened the refrigerator door. The wine was in the door troth at the bottom and as she bent to remove it, Chris watched the bib overalls tighten around her ass cheeks. 'There's that edible ass' he thought. The denim was too thick to tell if she had on panties for sure or not.
" Where's the corkscrew?"
"I'll get it." Chris went into the kitchen and opened a drawer to search out the corkscrew as Beth gathered two glasses from the cabinets. He turned his back at an angle to her, which gave his cock a chance to finally retreat from attention.
"Wow, your stove is really small."
"I know. Here it is." Chris handed her the corkscrew. Once again he smelled her soft feminine perfume.
Beth sat the frosted cold bottle on the counter and twisted the corkscrew into it. She was not a strong girl. She didn't quite get the corkscrew far enough into the cork before too much resistance built up and she stopped. She clamped the metal arms down around the edge and tried to pull the cork out. It didn't budge. She took the bottle under her arm and pinched it between her arm and breast trying to get better leverage. It still didn't budge.
"I'm no good at this." She giggled, as she handed the bottle to Chris. He took it from her and noticed some condensation from the bottle had wetted her thin top making it more see through. The coldness of the bottle had perked her nipple as well. Chris tried not to stare, but he couldn't resist. If Beth noticed his stare, she didn't acknowledge it with any attempt to conceal.
"When you going to decorate your tree? She asked, as he poured them each a full glass.
"I don't think I will."
"Why not? Got decorations?" They both walked into the front room. Chris pointed to the boxes labeled 'XMAS STUFF' beside his CD player.
"Yeah I got lots of stuff. But I just can't get that holiday spirit going."
"Aw come on. You should decorate the tree. I can help."
"What about Jacob, your boyfriend?"
"He's gone. He left last week to go home to Florida and stay with his parents." Chris perked up higher than a playground slide knowing Beth's boyfriend was far away.
"Well maybe we can have fun with it. It might be just the thing."
"I know just the thing to get us in the mood." Beth became animated and exuded energy. "Why don't you find some Christmas music and I'll be right back. With that, she bounded out his door and hurried up the stairs. Chris took a big swallow of his wine. The holidays were looking much brighter to him now. The season of joy was brighter and full of possibilities, if only for a few hours ahead. Little did he know how sexually joyful this night would be.
Chris didn't waste any time while Beth was upstairs. He opened boxes and began revisiting his little holiday decoration collection. In one box there were strings of small electric lights. The other two had ornaments and little table knick knacks. He finished his wine, and poured another glass. When Beth finally opened his door, he couldn't believe his eyes.
"Ho Ho Ho...What do you think?" She gleefully announced as she smiled. She had changed her clothes upstairs. She stood before him dressed as the sexiest Santa Claus he had ever seen. She wore the oversized top only of a bright red Santa Claus outfit. The fluffy white trim around the Santa shirttail floated just below her ass and showcased her long legs. Black sheer stockings and shiny black latex boots took his eyes on tour. As a finishing touch, she had put on a matching bright red lipstick. She was quite the vision of holiday cheer. In her hand she had a sack that was quite full of something.
