"Why am I stuck working as a department store Santa?"
"Because it pays better than most student jobs. You had to repeat just one single semester credit to graduate high school. You have lots of time and no exam until January. I think it was nice of Blotz to give you all afternoon shifts so you can make that 9:00 calculus class."
I groaned. Calculus was evil the year before, but being sentenced to repeat it at first bell was like a prison term. I knew my parents and the school had devised that on purpose to try to cut down on the partying which had sabotaged my earlier effort.
It was kind of cool though that that I could have such an open conversation with my boss. Today was just a bad day. Christmas Eve shoppers, I had learned, were the worst, and I had blown up. Now I was exiled to the staff room on an early break to calm down.
The boss, Valerie, was just trying to help, sitting here and making me some fresh hot cocoa, the real deal, not instant. As our discussion paused, I sipped on the warm brew and sighed. Looking up, I saw that Val's eyes were locked on my face. For the first time, I noticed that she had two different coloured eyes - one blue, the other brown. This contributed to her exotic look. Despite being near retirement age, Val, the Display and Promotion Director of my town's only remaining independent department store, maintained a funky look to express her creativity. Her hair was seasonally dyed a festive mix of red and green, with sprigs of holly sticking out randomly. Plus, she wore the same abbreviated costume the elves did. "It's not sexism if the supervisor wears the same," she had reasoned to me six weeks before when I had started.
Her skirt, cut in jagged points, stopped at mid thigh. The most enjoyable distraction of my job was watching the better looking elves bending over to speak with little kids. My favourite elf was Cinnamon, a twenty something black single mom who had taken the job to avoid losing her kids in a custody fight after her ex-husband had found out she was working as a stripper. She had a tremendous body, trim but equipped with surgically enhanced boobs that needed no bra. I bet lots of Dads offered to stand in line with the kids just to admire how Cin's perpetually erect plump nipples strained against the thin green felt of her top. I often got hard watching the watchers, thinking how much hornier they would feel if they knew that Cin generally managed to forget to wear panties under her sheer green tights. Her knowing grins confirmed she knew exactly what effect she had on the Santas. She truly appeared to be a wanton vixen. She had commented to me just this morning, "Gee Santa what a nice big gift package you have in your pants. Is that for Mrs. Claus, or the MILFs?"
I had replied, "Mrs. Claus ran off with a horny reindeer salesman, and if one of the elves doesn't help me with this problem soon, I might accidentally give one of the urchins a nasty lump, and not one made of coal."
Cin had laughed wickedly, turning and tossing the front of her skirt to waist level, giving me a clear view of her hairless pussy, decorated by a tattoo of a horny little devil just to the left of her labia.
Unfortunately, the arrival of a pack of kids had interrupted at that point. Perhaps my high level of frustration was why I had gotten too excited when some three year old peed down my leg. Jumping up in alarm as the warmth flooded my boot, I had sent the girl tumbling, startling both her and her mother.
Val had heard the commotion but had not seen it. She huddled briefly with Cin, and the other on duty elf, a young blonde hard body named Roxie, to find out what happened.
Which lead to me sitting on the staff room couch wearing just the padded jacket and boxers while I drank my cocoa. I was sure I had jut imagined that Val's hands had caressed my inner thighs as she whisked me out of the damp pants, but she seemed in no hurry to help me into a new suit. I looked away from her eyes, glancing at the patterns in my cup, but the whispering of her tights as she recrossed her legs got my attention. The strips of fabric fell away from her thighs, revealing remarkable firmness for a sixty year old woman.
For the first time I wondered what sex with someone older than my Mom might be like. Though I was still eighteen, I was no virgin. I had thought Cin was unattainably mature for me. Compared to Cin, Val's womanliness had seemed even more unreal, her sexiness affecting me more like how I might react to a character in a movie than anything which might provoke an encounter. Suddenly, sitting here staring at Val, that all changed and new possibilities blossomed. My brain was overheated, wondering what sort of relationship Val had with my Dad, which had allowed him to score me this great job. A job I couldn't afford to lose if I wanted to pay my car insurance and go away for college.
Val took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes, and offered me a slim ragged looking home rolled. "I don't smoke, and besides which, isn't that against regulations?"
"Screw the rules, and these aren't tobacco anyway. It'll calm your nerves. How else do you think I get through a day with screaming shoppers and rotten kids all over the store?"
She lit her joint and took a deep drag, then passed it to me. "You try it."
I hesitated.
"That's an order. I am the boss."
The smoke filled my lungs and I immediately felt light headed. As I exhaled, Val stood up and stripped off her costume.
"You know there is no lock on the door? Loss prevention rules," I said, stupid from hormones and drugs.
"I don't care," Val giggled. "I'm already so stoned that I would dance nude on Mr. Blotz's desk. In fact, I might do that later. I love it when he fondles my tits while I pick up my Christmas bonus with my pussy lips. You know, the first year, I wondered why he paid it in silver dollars. But, first, I want to get fucked. Because while you go back out to Santa's village, I'll be selling sex for charity up in the executive suite. We're short money for the store's Christmas hamper drive and Blotz has a few major donors stopping by for drinks. I get to serve them, and then service them. I need a fun fuck first."
Val shoved me around so I was lying down on the couch. She pinned me there as she swiftly stripped off what little costume she had on. "For me, fun fucking means that I get to be greedy first. Eat me, boy."
She lowered her thighs to my lips. By this point, I was so turned on it no longer mattered that Val was my boss, or that she was almost as old as my grandmother. I strained my head up instinctively to try to clamp my lips on her dripping cunt. I had thought older women might be dry, but Val had no shortage of fluids. Her thighs were coated more than any teenager I had wrestled with in a car or bedroom. I savoured the rich womanly smell, stronger than the sweetness of youth. Her muscles clenched as she bore down on my face, moaning more loudly. "Oh, Tad, fuck yes, can you feel my orgasm building?"
I stabbed up at her clit with my tongue and began nibbling her sodden outer lips past my lips. Her moans gave way to groans as I reached up and twisted her nipples pulling them away from the small firm bumps that passed for her tits. I felt her climax build in waves as her hips lifted off the sofa and then crashed down onto my mouth, thrashing wildly as she yelled uncontrollably. Her back arched as she drew her tits away from me, but I held on tightly, allowing her to drag my upright to a sitting position as she fell back off my face, still whimpering softly.
Val's screams must have been even louder than we thought, because at that moment the door burst open. "Is everything okay in here?" It was Cin, with Roxie visible just behind her.
Quickly taking in the situation, Cin reacted calmly. "I'm sorry to interrupt. It sounded like someone was upset."
Behind Cinnamon though, Roxie's red cheeks and flushed chest, visible in the low-cut cleavage of her elf suit, showed her embarrassment.
"That's okay, girls," Val replied. "I don't mind being in the limelight. In our jobs, you need to be a bit of an exhibitionist. And I wouldn't ask anyone to do anything I wouldn't do. Including emptying Tad's cock so he can get back to work. He'll never fit into the Santa suit with this erection." She curled her hand around my cock, which was pulsing with excitement, engorged with blood. Though I could not see it, I knew it must be longer and fatter than ever before.
Cin reached behind Roxie to close the door, jamming the chair in which Val had sat under the knob to prevent further interruptions. Val shifted around to snuggle her buttocks against my shaft, bouncing softly to caress my hardness with her warm soft flesh. Looking directly at Roxie, Val said, "When you were little, I bet you wanted to give Santa kisses for bringing you nice toys. Now you just get to give Santa's cock kisses."
Cin showed no hesitation in acting on Val's command, falling to her knees by the couch and swallowing my cock in one gulp, her hair brushing against Val's back. Roxie stood silently watching, as if in shock. "Come here, girl," Val commanded. The athletic young woman obeyed, still speechless.