Sigh. Another Christmas alone. It was almost too much to bear. I looked at the little tree that I had put up, more out of tradition than any holiday spirit I felt and my mood sank even darker. This sucks. I was sitting in my easy chair, gazing at the fire that I had started, sipping homemade eggnog and listening to the sound of the fire crackle. My mother had called earlier just to check on me and tell me that I still didn't have a boyfriend. I jokingly said that I asked Santa for one but had been too much of a naughty girl for him to visit my house. I thought it was funny. She didn't. So, here I was. Eating the butter cookies that mom had sent me and feeling sorry for myself.
WHUMP! Holy Shit! What the hell was that? I must have dozed off in the chair because a loud "thump" startled me awake. I looked at the fireplace and saw this red bag laying on the floor but what really caught my eyes was this pair of legs sticking out of the chimney. Her feet were encased in a cute pair of boots with four inch heels trimmed with white fur. My gaze traveled up the bare legs to a red and white lacy teddy pulled so tight through her crotch that I could make out her pussy lips framing the cloth. "That's it! Next year, I'm walking in the fucking front door. None of this sliding down the chimney shit like he does." the woman said to herself. She less than gracefully maneuvered her way out of the fireplace and began brushing the soot off of her body. I sat there gawking at this absolutely stunning woman standing before me. Her tits were practically spilling out of the teddy and I could make out the dark of her areolas. Her nipples were so hard, they were threatening to tear holes in the lace. Shoulder length hair, so blonde it was nearly white, framed a supermodel's face and she was wearing a Santa hat with the name "Kristi" spelled out in glitter. I felt blood rushing to my face and other parts of my body as I thought of something to say.
"Oh great! Eggnog." she said, spotting the half emptied pitcher sitting next to me on the end table. "Do you mind?" I mutely shook my head no, my brain still trying in vain to make sense of what was happening.
"Um...who are you?" was all I could come up with.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry. Kristi Kringle and it's a pleasure to meet you Bridgette." She reached out her hand and I took it, expecting a handshake but instead, she brought it to her lips and delicately kissed my fingers. I felt an electric charge go right to my pussy when her ruby lips touched my hand. I involuntarily squirmed in my chair which brought a smile to her face as if she knew what effect she was having on me. She released my hand, walked over to the bag on the floor and began to rummage through it.
"May I help you?" I was still trying to come up with something to say but the combination of shock, being woken up, and a little too much eggnog still left me a bit incoherent.