The next day, it continued in the same way. I would arrive wearing jeans, an overcoat, a stocking hat, and a scarf (even though it was above 45 degrees out). Shortly after 9:30, I arrived to get my makeup done by Liz, get into the suit with Heidi’s assistance, and went to work. Heidi and Rachel each came by and waved a few times. Once they even came by together and watched for a while as they ate a meal on the run and visited, but mostly it was just kids, kids, and more kids.
On Thursday night, it was real slow. Must be a bad shopping day. I was sitting alone as my dinner-time approached, when I saw Rachel, wearing a Santa hat and a short red silk dress with white fur trim, stop and talk to the helpers. She had a little white bag. “I brought you a sandwich and a Coke,” she whispered. “Mind if I join you for dinner?”
“Ho, ho, ho, little girl,” I bellowed as I reached for her arm. “What would you like for Christmas?” I pulled her onto my lap. Rachel giggled and climbed off. “You’d better eat while you can, Santa.” She hopped off my lap.
I went with Rachel to the small lounge area where she produced a sandwich for each of us and the promised Coke. We chit-chatted as we ate. She also let me know that the regular helpers would not be back. She gave them the rest of the evening to do some shopping of their own. When we finished, Rachel came over to my lap. As she sat, she pushed my hand beneath her. She wiggled a little as she sat down. I gulped some air as I realized a bare, wet pussy was wiggling on my fingers. Rachel wiggled a little more then raised up and slipped my hand out from under her before sitting back down. “Does Santa think he can guess what I want?”
All I could say was “Ho, ho, ho. I hope it’s not a candy cane.”
