PHOTOS WITH SANTA
Who doesn't like to have their photo taken on Santa's lap? I've had a gig dressing up as Santa for the past few years and posing for photos with kids on my lap during the holiday season.
This past year, I worked in a local mall with my wife Shelly and another couple, Antonio (Tony) and Kisha. I'm Dean. Tony and I alternate sitting in the Santa chair while the other takes the photos and our two wives dress up as elves and manage the waiting line and the payment and printing of the photos. Tony and Kisha are African-American and Tony always provides the 'black Santa' photos for families who share his heritage. We spread joy as Santas for the three weeks before Christmas, Wednesday through Sunday. We charge $20 per photo and provide the photos in cardboard frames while the customers wait. It's a pretty slick operation. Of course, most people take their own photos, but we sell enough of our framed photos to add a nice supplement to our regular income. The mall pays us a fee too. On top of all of that, it's a fun time.
We explain to the kids that the real Santa is so busy that he has to hire 'officially sanctioned' helpers like us to pose for photos on his behalf while he goes about his business of supervising the toy business, answers letters and checks to see if kids are being good. We have a data base where we show the kids that we have their name, whether we've received a letter and so forth. The parents provide the information through an app and we then show the kids that Santa has them in the 'system'.
We had been friends with Tony and Kisha for a few years and got along with them quite well. He and I had worked together a few years earlier and continued our friendship and I invited him to join me in the 'Santa gig' this year. We all take vacation for the hours we worked before Christmas. Kisha is a receptionist for a lawyer. My wife Shelly is a physical therapist. Tony and I are accountants for the government (he's with the state, I'm with the Feds). We also have small-scale tax preparation business in the spring.
We'd had a good three weeks and were finished on the Saturday night before Christmas on Monday. Tony had bought some of those cans of mixed-drinks and some cheese and pretzels. We were relaxing and tallying the results of the day. We'd had a very good day, with a lot of fun and pleased parents and kids. Tony and I both have a good rapport with kids; the two ladies are very cheerful and have wonderful sense for entertaining and keeping everyone in a festive mood.
The ladies dressed as elves with green jackets with white trim, with green mini-skirts and black leotards below. They wore 'elf hats', Christmas earrings and shoes with sparkles. Both Kisha and Shelly have nice figures and were very attractive in their elf costumes.
The ladies could get hot and sweaty in their costumes since they were moving around more than Tony and me. They usually wore t-shirts under their elf-jackets. When we would go off site for a break or at the end of the day, the wives would remove the jackets. We would be treated to the sight of their ample bosoms in the tight, perspiration-soaked t-shirts. They wore bras, of course, but the outlines of their nipples were often visible and their cleavage was more pronounced when they bent over. Seeing the breasts of Kisha busting to get out of her shirt was a real treat. Her chocolate brown skin contrasted with her usually white (sometimes black) bra. Shelly wore a black or a red bra most evenings and was spectacle herself. A few times, when we were going to go out after doing the Santa thing, with friends or to a party, Kisha or Shelly would change clothes and pull their t-shirts over their heads, giving Tony and I a few moments to see them in just their bras. The tights they wore below hid nothing from the imagination when they bent over. The ladies were very careful to bend at the knees when reaching for something, but they were not so modest during our breaks. To say Kisha has a fine ass would be an understatement. Shelly's tight pants form-fit her and emphasized the cleft between her butt-cheeks. I found myself trying to suppress a hard-on more than a few times over the three weeks.
As we were collecting everything and closing up, the security guard came by and told us he had checked all the doors and was leaving. Tony and I would set the alarm when we left. We'd done it many nights before. So, we were alone in the mall, relaxing around the Santa chair with a big Christmas tree behind it. We each had one of the cans of 'refreshment' and were joking about some of the funny things that had happened. One kid wouldn't sit on Santa's lap, so his mom sat on my lap, holding the kid. I remarked about what a 'nice' mother she was, referring to the tight pants she had been wearing over her shapely ass.
"Okay, photo time ladies." I said.
Tony put his beard, coat and hat on and Kisha sat on his lap. They were joking around about whether she had been a 'good girl' with the typical double-meaning of their banter. My wife sat on his lap and I took their photo.
Then it was my turn. Kisha was first and then Shelly sat on my lap.
"So have you been a good girl this year?" I asked my wife, like I did all the children.
"Well, Santa I've been very good in some ways, but I've been naughty too."
I said, "I see. What have you done that's been good?"
She said, "Well I've done a good job at work and have taken good care of the kids (the kids were with Grandma)."
"That's wonderful. What have you done that was naughty?"
She said, "I've done things that my mommy told me not to ever do."
"What types of things are those?"
She answered, "I've let a man take my clothes off and I've done naughty things with him."
"What types of things are those?" I asked.
"Well, he takes his clothes off too and we get in bed together and play games."
"Oh, what type of games?"
"He will tickle me and touch in in different places that make me feel good. I do the same to him."
"Have you done these things with just the one man, or have you done it with others?"
She said, "Oh no. I just do things with my husband."
I grabbed her breast and asked, "Does he do this to you?"
She said, "Yes, but he usually reaches under my clothes to touch my bare booby."
I unbuttoned her green coat and exposed her t-shirt. I removed my glove and reached into her shirt, under one cup of her bra and held her bare breast in my hand. "Like this?" I asked.
She said yes and kissed me through my Santa beard. I continued to undo her coat and pulled it off her shoulders. I knew Tony was taking photos so I kept going. She was really sexy in her tight white t-shirt. I undid her bra and pulled it out of the arm-holes of her shirt. Shelly was now sitting on Santa's lap with her areolas visible and her little nipples pushing against the thin, damp cotton material. She looked really hot. After a few photos, Kisha convinced Shelly to remove her shirt. She did and sat on my lap topless. Her perky nipples were aroused on her soft, smooth breasts. We both smiled for the camera. My wife and I had done some topless photos of her on Santa's lap in the past, but only the two of us were present. She had really nice tits (aren't they all) and we have some very fine photos of her with Santa.
Tony said to his wife, "Why don't you go sit on Santa's lap too."
She looked at him for a moment and then walked over to me and sat on my other knee. Tony took a photo, but it was odd having one topless and one fully-clothed woman on my lap. So, Shelly began to undo Kisha's green coat. Kisha helped and then she let me unsnap her bra. We took some photos of Kisha in just her t-shirt on my lap. Her dark skin was very visible through the white shirt. Then she pulled her shirt over her head. Her breasts sprung free and she was sitting on my lap, naked to the waist. Her light brown skin contrasted with her dark areolas and nipples. I had never seen Kisha's tits before. When Shelly rejoined us, I had a difficult time deciding where to look with two half-naked women on either side of me. I held both ladies on my knees and Tony took photos. Shelly and Kisha were just wearing their tights, skirts, hats and jewelry and looked absolutely stunning. They were straddling my legs above my knees and I could feel the warmth of their two pussies. I took advantage and held one breast of each woman in my hand. Then, I kissed my wife's one breast. Taking a chance, I kissed Kisha's breast too, rubbing my nose over her nipple. She giggled that my beard tickled. She pulled my head into her chest and Tony took a photo of Santa's face immersed in his wife's breasts. I couldn't stop looking at her chocolate beauties.
When I finally pulled away from Kisha's breasts, my wife asked, "What is Santa going to give me for being such a good girl?"
I said, "I don't know. I've been watching you and it seems like you've been a naughty girl."
She said, "Some people say Santa won't 'come' for naughty girls, but I've heard the opposite."
I said, "You'll just have to find out, won't you?"
She was moving around, straddling my leg between her legs and pressing her pussy against my thigh. She said, "I think I feel something in your pocket. Is that for me?" She reached down and held my erect penis through the heavy red pants.
I said, "Maybe. But you have to wait until it's Christmas."
She said, "I'm a spoiled brat and I want my present tonight."
