I just had to do it. See, Sarah has 3 young children, no job, no husband and not a lot of money. Yep, I will put on a Santa suit to give presents at her house. It's not like I mind. I always loved Christmas; Santa's character, shopping for presents, snow gently covering the city, everything. I got inside my car and was on my way to her house.
I parked 4 houses away, and walked up to the back door, as instructed. There she was, like we had said, waiting for me at 10'o clock. She was only wearing a white night gown, and seemed to be lost in her thoughts while watching the snow fall. She looked pretty nice for a woman of that age. Short brown hair, with a delicate face, deep brown eyes, medium-sized but firm-looking breast and a butt I'd like to grab and stab! As I began drifting in my own thought (probably dirtier than her's) too, I startled her. She laughed, silently, and opened me the door.
She greeted me with a warm hug, kissed my cheeks and thanked me a dozen times. I told her it was my pleasure. She was one of my mom's best friends, I couldn't let her down. She asked me how it was going to cost. Of course, I answered it wasn't going to cost anything. She insisted, but I insisted too. It's Christmas time! Anyways, it was almost time. I proceeded in the basement, where the Santa outfit was hidden.
I grabbed the boots, the pants, the false tummy, the jacket, the beard, the glasses and the hat. I looked at her, and she seemed lost in her thoughts once again. Anyways, I thought she had already seen a guy in boxers before, so I started to put the suit. I undressed, and then she realized she was looking at me. She gasped, said she was sorry. I said I didn't mind. "I guess it's not your dream to be seen naked by a women my age," she said. I answered that honestly, I like mature women. She blushed and smile. She probably could have guessed with the bulge in my boxers. By that time now, I was done putting on the suit. Then she asked something that really surprised me...
"Feel free to say no to this, but see, my father always played Santa those last years, and he always smoked a pipe. So the children are used to see Santa with a pipe. But you're a non-smoker, so I understand you don't want to." Wow... needless to say, I was in complete shock. Yes I was a non-smoker, but I really enjoyed a cigar now and then. Nobody knew about this. It was my secret fantasy smoking a pipe. So I acted like I was thinking about it, even though I already had the answer. She then said, "I understand... But maybe you could at least enter with the empty, unlit pipe in your mouth..."
"No, no! Of course I want to do it! It will be my pleasure!" I replied. She seemed really surprised by my answer. She told me to look inside the jacket's pocket. There, I found a nice looking bent briar. In the other pocket, I found a pouch of tobacco. Great! I packed the pipe layers by layers, tested the draw and searched for the matches in the pocket. I found an old lighter. She was looking at me intensely. I lit the surface of the tobacco while taking small puffs. The taste was a bit dull. I proceeded again. This time, I produced a lot more smoke. I then tamped the burned tobacco, and proceeded for the real lighting. The room quickly filled with thick smoke as I was puffing on the briar.
I took a few more puffs, and looked at her. She was amazed. Even more, I was sure she was completely aroused. I could see one of her hand playing with her crotch under her gown. "Shall we proceed?" I carefully asked, the smoking pipe clenched in my jaw.
"Oh! Why yes of course," she said. She really did look odd...