It's only August and I have just seen the first shameless display of Christmas capitalism in a major chain store. It reminded me of a story I wrote a long time ago. I've decided to repost it here. Merry Christmas (in August).
The following is an unpublished work of adult fiction. Any resemblance of characters in this work to any person, living or dead, is unintentional.
Copyright 1997. All rights reserved.
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A green and red elf costume lay crumpled on the floor. Moments before my wife had filled it even nicer than the elf in the mall had. She had noticed me staring at the nipples poking through the leotard of a very sexy elf. A comment about the way that elf fit into her tights brought a little giggle, but was soon forgotten.
My wife hadn't forgotten. She had come out of the bedroom to decorate the tree in a sexy elf outfit. "I noticed that you like elves." She seemed to be enjoying herself as she told me about life at the north pole. It didn't take her very long to turn the conversation to sex. She talked about how Santa didn't allow dating between the elves at the shop. How lonely the girl elves were. How they made sex toys for themselves when no one was watching to get them through the long winter nights. It was amazing that the ornaments got put up at all. Soon after the tree was trimmed I was peeling the tights off of my very first elf.
"Tell me about your fantasies. I'd love to hear them."
This was the second time she'd asked this in as many weeks. Both times she was already flush with the excitement of our foreplay. The first time she immediately sensed my discomfort as soon as she asked. I had told her that I was more interested in exploring her body than talking, but when she said "It's all right" I knew she felt my insecurity even if she didn't understand it. She didn't press the subject as the conversation became sweet nothings about her body.
This time the question stopped me mid-nibble on her earlobe. Why did she ask again when she knew it made me uncomfortable? My eyes drifted shyly away from her face to her breasts. The kaleidoscope of colored shadows from the Christmas tree lights gave an exotic glow to her curves. A clinging strand of tinsel on her side gave my fingers something to play with.
"I don't really have any."
"None? There must be something that you fantasize about." The arousal in her voice and her body beneath me was unmistakable. "Fucking a horny girl elf? How about something you've never done but really want to?"
The way the red tights had hugged the woman playing Santa's helper at the mall was a turn on, but nibbling on my wife while she told me about her wet little elf pussy had been her idea. That last question was the key to my insecurity. The things that I wanted to do but hadn't tried were things that I wasn't sure how a woman would react to. I'd never even considered sharing them with anyone.
"Sure. I guess. I mean, of course there are things that I think about."
"Don't be shy. Tell me. It's such a turn on to hear fantasies and picture myself doing them."
"What if you don't like the picture?"
Her smile became mischievous. Tonight I wasn't going to dodge the bullet. "It's just a fantasy. Don't worry about it so much. Come on, share. Consider it a Christmas present to an horny elf." Her naked body under mine was relaxed, her voice somehow reassuring. I looked up and saw the smile on her lips reflected in her eyes.
Actually, I had never fantasized in very much detail. "They're really just images, mostly. I've never really thought about putting them into words". I wasn't sure that I could do it without sounding like an idiot.
"I'll help you then." Not an offer, but a statement. She turned her body slightly and I moved to the floor next to her. She turned again and we were on both on our sides facing each other. "Close your eyes and think about something sexy."
Her finger began tracing the shape of my nipple, her nail scratching very lightly. I lay quietly thinking for a moment, but nothing came to mind. Her finger moved away briefly and returned to trace wet circles around my other nipple. I moaned my appreciation.
"Think about what turns you on. The things that you want to do to me but don't have the nerve to ask." Her voice was soft. I began to think she wanted me to do something to her and was trying to coax me into suggesting it first. Her finger stopped, a small delay as if considering what she had said. Her thumb moved to trap my nipple against the other finger. The slow squeeze and gentle outward pull brought an involuntary gasp of pleasure from me. "No, don't think about me if you don't want to. Just think about what you'd like to do and how turned on you'd get doing it." Her fingers released me, and both resumed a delightful journey around my nipples and chest.
After a few minutes of her exquisite distraction, I gave up trying to force myself to think of something. My thoughts drifted as her fingers drifted around my chest. I liked to tease her the way she was teasing me now, lazy fingers circling patterns from her breasts to the black patch of hair between her legs. I pictured her nipples stiffening, her breath quickening, and her hips moving in an erotic rhythm. I love to watch her body as she becomes aroused. But, then I get really turned on looking at any woman who's aroused.
I thought back to a Christmas party shortly after high school. There was a couple making out on the couch about a foot from where I was sitting. They were kissing passionately. His hand was wandering from her tits to her stomach and back in slow circles. He was determined to extend the circle to include a trip between her thighs. Each time he tried, she pressed her thighs together and he would go back to her tits. Finally, he pushed the edge of his hand between her thighs and she parted her legs for him. She didn't close them when he moved back to her tits again. His hand met no resistance on the next trip down. I had seen them smoking a joint a little earlier, and I figured she must be pretty stoned as well as turned on. His hand now moved in little circles massaging her crotch. His other hand moved around her back to squeeze a nipple through he fabric of her blouse. I thought for sure she'd stop him there, but I was wrong. He moved the nipple fastened between his fingers in a circle. Her face and her trembling body showed what she was feeling. After a moment she took a deep breath, stood, took his hand, and led him down the hall to a bedroom.
"You have a smile on your face and your cock is as big as I've ever seen it. You must be thinking about something really sexy."
