It was time to do a little Christmas shopping. Exams were finally over, I had a Christmas party to go to later in the day, and I was finally in the Christmas spirit. When a friend offered me a ride to the mall I jumped at it.
I was dressed in my Christmas best, a tight white turtleneck that showed off my growing boobs nicely, a Christmas red (or slut red, depending on who was commenting) skirt, and my favorite tights (because I only got to wear them a couple times a year) - white with red Santa's and green Christmas trees on them.
When we got to the mall, my friend excused himself to go do some shopping (not so subtle - I knew he must be looking for a present for me). So I went wandering around the mall alone. When I walked past Santa's workshop I felt the urge to get my picture taken with Santa. I snuck a look at Santa to see if he looked good, or if he was one of the dumpy ones. He was definitely a realistic looking one - the beard almost looked real, and I think that was real padding - no pillows needed. I waited patiently in line behind a young mother (or should I say MILF) and her young boys who were arguing about who was going on Santa's lap first. I tried to flirt with the MILF, but she was too distracted by her children and didn't seem to show much interest in me, so I stopped and stood quietly waiting for my turn. As I got close to the front, I started making eye contact with Santa as often as I could. I loved flirting and I was good at it. Back on campus I was known as an excellent cock tease.
As the young boys in front of me got off Santa's lap (their mother arranged for them to sit on his lap together, thus ending the argument), I stared into Santa's eyes and licked my lips as seductively as i could. I made quite a show of walking up to his chair. Santa looked a bit flushed as I sat on his lap and squirmed a bit to make myself comfortable. He asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I leaned in very close, letting him smell my perfume, before whispering:
"I want a big stiff cock under my tree, Santa. Do you think you can oblige?"
As I said it, I squeezed my butt cheeks together, feeling his cock harden between them. The camera man then asked me to smile for the camera. I turned and gave the camera my sexiest smile. I slid off Santa's lap ensuring the most friction between my bottom and his cock. The I accidentally on purpose dropped my purse and bent over at the waist to pick it up, giving Santa a nice view of my bum. When I picked up my picture, I had to laugh, because while I stared sexily at the camera, Santa was staring directly down at my boobs (and their hardened nipples).
Having thoroughly enjoyed teasing Santa (I wonder if I'll get that hard cock for Christmas, or if it will be a lump of coal in my stocking), I wandered off to the book store, my favorite place in the world. There was some local author signing copies of some book I never heard of. I walked past her fantasizing that would be me some day (although, I would be world famous of course, not some no-name). I wandered the aisles aimlessly looking at whatever book caught my eye. I noticed an older man seemed to be following me, so I stopped in the sex aisle and began perusing a version of the Kama Sutra. I thought this would embarrass him enough to scare him off, but surprisingly he approached me.
"Wonderful book." He said, smiling.
"Wow, that one looks impossible." I laughed looking at a particularly interesting position.
"It just takes a little practice... and lots of flexibility." He replied.
I was starting to like this guy. In a very obvious gesture I stared down at his crotch. There was a bulge, but since I hadn't seen it grow, I was uncertain if he was getting hard, or just unnaturally large.
"Would you like a cup of coffee?" He asked.
"Hot chocolate would be better." I replied.
"Well then, let me buy you a hot cocoa and we can talk." he said.
"You seem too nice a girl to be reading such a book." he said after we sat down with our drinks.
"You asking or stating?"
"Hoping." he replied.
I slipped my shoe off my foot and let it slide against his leg, my toes finding their way inside his pantleg and rubbing against his calf.
I opened the book to a random page.
"How the heck do you do that one?" I said.
He explained...graphically. I was stunned such an old man could know about these things - stunned and turned on. We continued going through the pages, talking and joking. I really started liking this guy. I stretched my legs and rested my feet on his lap, my wandering toes finding his hardened cock. He smiled. We continued chatting. My sex moist, and my nipples hardened against my sweater.
"So are you naughty or nice." He finally said. I knew he was going to use that corny line at some point. It was corny, and it fit him, but it worked.
