This has never actually happened, it's just something that I've thought, and maybe fantasised, about...
This is my first attempt at any kind of fiction, let alone erotic fiction, so please, be gentle...
It was Christmas Eve on Trafalgar Square in London. Bob Wilde didn't want to be here, driving his bus on route 159 at 11pm. He would rather have been at home with his family. Unmarried, single, and stuck doing this job because no-one could see his potential, at age 24 he was still living with his mum and 22 year old sister. And now, he was faced with a young girl, in her late tens by the looks of her, with no cash, and, due to the fact he was the last bus, and there were no night buses, no way of getting home. She was going to be stranded in Streatham. Closer to home, but nowhere near close enough to home to walk. He felt sorry for her.
"You can have a free ride, but you have to keep me company. When we get to Streatham, we'll work out how to get you home."
"Oh, thanks, you're a life saver. My name's Katerina, but most people just call me Katie."
Katie was a stunning brunette, about 5'9, mostly leg, with a taught butt, and what looked to be a 36D bust. Very attractive, and with a air of naivety about her. The two of them chatted all the way to Streatham, and on arrival, they sat down on one of the passenger seats to try to figure out where to go from here.
"Where are you trying to get to?" Asked Bob
"Well, I live on my own in New Addington, on the new estate. If you could get me somewhere closer to there..."
"Well," replied Bob, "There's a coincidence, that happens to be where I live. Are you willing to share a car with a complete stranger?"
"Only as long as it's you"
They looked in to each other's eyes, and something sparked. Bob got back in to the cab, and drove the bus back to the depot, where he paid in the cash, put his equipment in the locker, and walked Katie outside to his car.
"Are you sure about this?" He asked. "I can always get you a cab, if you're unsure..."
"I'm very sure" She replied, and emphasised her surety with a kiss on his cheek. Bob blushed furiously.
As they drove along the semi-gritted, snow laden roads towards their homes, the small talk blossomed. It was now half past twelve. Officially Christmas Day. As they drew up in the car park near Katie's home, they both felt a sense of disappointment.
"Well, this is my stop. Wish it wasn't..."
"Me too"
"I'm so glad we met today. You're such a kind man. To repay your kindness, won't you come in for a cup of tea. Or maybe something stronger...?"
"Tea would be nice. Anything would be nice if shared with you"
"Ok, come on in"
As they entered Katie's house, Bob was struck by how Spartan her lodgings were. Admittedly there wasn't much you could do with a Croydon Council maisonette, but he couldn't help but wonder if she'd been burgled. Katie stopped, and Bob, still looking around, walked straight in to her, knocking her in to the kitchen door.
"I'm so sorry" he said, turning her around to take her in his arms. They melted together, and Katie raised her head, looked in to Bob's eyes, and planted a light kiss on Bob's lips. Bob drew back in surprise, then returned the kiss with great fervour, running his hands over the back of Katie's lithe body. She returned his enthusiasm by cupping his balls through his work trousers. Bob moaned in pleasure.
"There's something you should know Bob" said Katie suddenly. "I'm a 19 year old virgin."
"We don't have to..."
"No, I want you to be my first, but I've got a kinda guilty little secret. I really don't know how to put this though..."
"Well, fire away, it can't be anything too bad"
"Well... Oh God this is tough. I've... I've always wanted to lose my virginity to Santa..."
"Sounds like fun. So if you've always wanted that, how are we going to make your wish come true?"
Katie blushed and began to stutter.
"You really...? You mean you don't mind? I bought a Santa outfit ages ago on the off chance. Should I go and get it?"
"Tell you what, we'll both go find it, you go in to the kitchen, and I'll call when I'm ready."
They entered Katie's bedroom, where she pulled out the most immaculate, impressive Santa costume Bob had ever seen! It was perfect, red fluffy fur, with even fluffier, furrier white trim, and a realistic looking beard too. Katie went back to the kitchen, and Bob stripped out of his clothes, including his boxers, and donned the Santa costume. Using the mirror in the bedroom, he adjusted his costume until it was just right, then entered the main living area, closing the door loudly to let Katie know it was time to come in. Katie entered the room and gasped;
"Santa!"
"Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas Katie! You've been a good girl this year, until now. You know it's very naughty to wait up for Santa, don't you?"
