The next morning, I arrived in a very jovial mood. I smiled all through the makeup session with Liz. She finished and cracked, "You seem to be getting into this role, Santa. I’ve never seen you this jolly."
When Heidi came in to help with my costume, I was already down to my boxers. She had a different look on her face, a kind of silly grin. As she helped me get into the pants, I could have sworn she intentionally brushed my cock.
Friday and Saturday were very busy nights. There were kids there all evening and although I saw Rachel and Heidi, all I could do was wave to them. On Monday night, Rachel again came by with dinner. She explained that she couldn’t send the other helpers away, but she wanted to stop by after work and see if Santa had anything else for her. The rest of the evening was a little slow anyway and seemed to really drag by with my anticipation of what was to come. I hope none of the kids noticed my half-stiff candy cane in my pants as they told me about Barbie dolls and fire trucks.
At ten o’clock, the old helpers told me good night and headed for the door. I went into the little lounge to gather my things. I was about to give up ten minutes later when Rachel came in. "Sorry I’m late, Santa. I had to go out and pretend I forgot my purse because Mrs. Shattuck walked out with me." As she was saying this, she came up and tried to hug me. She was about five foot two or three and the top of her head came only to the middle of my well-padded chest. Her long black hair hung down to her shapely little ass. She could not reach all the way around me.
I gently pushed her away and began removing my jacket. Rachel helped me with that, the fat vest, and my t-shirt. When it was off, I reached for her again. I could feel the nipples of her B-cup boobs pressing against my chest through her red silk dress. I reached behind her and started unzipping the dress. She just continued to press against me. When the zipper was down to the top of her ass, she stepped away and shrugged out of it. As it pooled at her feet, she stepped out of it and back toward me. I scarcely had time to admire her slender body, now wearing only a pair of red silk bikini panties and her red heels. I moved back to the couch and sat, pulling her onto my lap. This brought our faces to the same level. We began kissing deeply and I let my right hand slip up to tease her nipples as my left hand stroked her hair. Between kisses, I told her how beautiful she looked. In the middle of a tongue tangling kiss, she moaned as I tweaked her nipple between my thumb and fingers.
Rachel pulled away. I bent down and sucked her left tit into my mouth, completely covering it. I twirled my tongue around her nipple. She moaned again. I repeated this with the other breast and then alternated as she moaned and kissed the top of my white head. Then she moved again and began kissing down my chest. She slid off my lap and continued down my stomach. I reached her creamy ass cheek and squeezed gently. She pushed back into my hand and continued her journey down to the top of my pants. Suddenly she stood and reached for me. I stood and she helped pull my pants to the floor. I stepped out of them along with the padding. Rachel was on her knees. She reached up and pulled my boxers down, allowing my rod to spring free. She caressed it from my balls to the tip and then took the head into her little mouth. She sucked on the first two inches while one hand pumped the shaft and the other cupped and played with my balls. I held her head as I sat back down. She kept a grip on my cock and moved her petite ass onto the couch, then went back to work on my stiffy. I used the opportunity to again lean over and begin stoking her ass. I gradually worked my hand down to the hem of her panties. I wiggled a finger underneath the silken fabric. Rachel shifted her ass again, lifting it up off the couch, but kept her warm, soft mouth working on my cock.
