Summary:
18-year-old girl is seduced by nylon-clad MILF.
Note 1:
This is a 2021 Holiday Season Contest so please vote.
Note 2:
Thanks to Tex Beethoven for editing this story.
Silky Christmas Cheer
Chelsea was a cute girl who was raising money for the Salvation Army as part of the senior year volunteerism work she needed to graduate and to pad her resumé.
And being Chelsea, she'd gone way above and beyond the volunteerism minimum her high school required. They required ten hours, she'd put in over forty. She'd also recruited and organized the staff to run a two-week fundraiser that had raised enough money to present gifts for over ninety needy families in the city. Her goal was a hundred families, or five hundred more dollars so she and her team could purchase the final ten batches of gifts.
So, dressed in a cute, feminine Santa suit with white pantyhose and a Santa hat, she was going door to door for any last-minute collections she could raise.
Overall, it had been an okay but long late afternoon and evening. She'd collected about three hundred dollars, and needed two hundred more to reach her ambitious goal, which hadn't seemed remotely feasible two weeks ago. Determined but cold... she trudged along the snowy sidewalks... getting very, very cold.
Plus, she'd entered a slump where during the last thirty minutes she'd encountered nothing but rejection after rejection. Which had brought down her Christmas spirit a bit... but Chelsea was nothing if not determined.
She reached the last house on her current block, shivering from the recent drop in temperature and a chilly breeze. She knocked, praying this house would end her rejection streak.
A pretty woman opened the door, dressed in a red dress and looking like she was getting ready to head out to a Christmas party, "Hello, young lady," she said with a warm smile. "You look like one of Santa's elves. Merry Christmas!"
"H-h-hi," Chelsea shivered, trying to appear like she wasn't freezing.
Before the girl could finish her sentence, the woman pulled her into her house while saying, "You poor girl, you must be freezing! Please come inside."
"Thank you, m-m-ma'am," Chelsea said, thankful for the kindness of this stranger. There was no guarantee she'd receive a donation from this woman, but the odds had just increased dramatically by her immediate considerate, compassionate gesture. As she entered the warm home, she felt a great relief. It made her wonder how homeless people could possibly survive these crazy Canadian winters. Likely many of them didn't.
To the teen's surprise, the woman pulled her in for a hug and said, "A human body is the quickest and best way to warm another person up."
"Oh," Chelsea said, completely surprised by this literally warm embrace, yet as she melted into the woman's self-made cocoon, she did feel her entire body warming up. "I guess you're right, umm... ma'am."
"Just call me Vanessa, and hold onto me tight," the woman said as Chelsea looked up towards the sky, although the ceiling blocked her view of it, and thought that maybe her Santa present was coming early... but she also realized she was going to be late for her staff's Christmas party. She'd given them all the evening off, wishing to prove something to herself by raising the final amount by herself.
"Okay Vanessa," Chelsea said, "and I'm Chelsea," her body warming up quickly while she did as she was told and wrapped her arms around the pretty woman's waist.
For about a minute Vanessa held the young lady tight before she finally let go, took her hand and said, "Come into the living room, and I'll get you some hot chocolate."
"I really need to keep going," Chelsea said, "my target..." knowing she had to make a lot more stops.
"You haven't even told me what you're canvassing for," Vanessa said, pulling the teen gently into her living room. "I want to hear all about it, but not until I fetch you some hot chocolate. I'll be back in a moment; just make yourself comfortable."
"Thank you," Chelsea said, thankful for this woman's kindness and for being able to feel her fingers again. She definitely shouldn't have worn only a short skirt, pantyhose and lightweight boots below her waist... since her legs and feet were still very cold. She took off her boots, shaking her head at the idea of walking into the woman's pristine living room and tracking snow onto her carpet.
She placed her boots next to the front door, walked across the soft, warm carpet to the couch and sat down. She was massaging some warmth into her freezing toes, when the woman returned carrying a mug of hot chocolate and a glass of red wine.
"Here, you must be thirsty," Vanessa said, handing the girl the warm mug.
Chelsea wrapped her hands around the mug, welcoming the heat it was exuding.
Vanessa took a lengthy sip of her wine while she slyly examined the cute girl. She seemed completely ripe for the fucking... and licking... and whatever else might pop into her head as matters progressed.
"Thank you," Chelsea said, as she brought the warm, therapeutic mug to her lips.
"You're most welcome," Vanessa said graciously as she sat down on the couch to the right of her guest, set down her glass on the coffee table and instructed, "Now give me your feet."
"Pardon?" Chelsea asked, not certain she'd heard the woman right.
Vanessa, an aggressive lesbian seductress who loved to turn fresh straight girls, took the mug away, put it down for a moment, reached down and grabbed the girl's ankles, and spun her about ninety degrees until the girl's feet were resting in her lap. She then returned the warm mug to the teen's cold hands.
"W-w-what are you doing, ma'am?" Chelsea stammered.
"Your feet are freezing," Vanessa said, which was true. "They need to be warmed up."
"Oh, I'm okay," Chelsea said, as she went to move her feet away, but the woman held onto them firmly.
"I insist," Vanessa said. "Good circulation is critical to warming you up."
"You don't have to do this," Chelsea demurred, although the woman's warm hands felt amazing on her cold feet and toes.
"Oh, but I think I do," Vanessa insisted. "Now just relax and let me get you feeling nice and warm."
"Okay, thanks," Chelsea agreed, the warm mug, Vanessa's warm hands, her soft generous tone, all helping her to relax.
Vanessa loved nylons; she wore them all the time. She also required all her pets to wear them. That said, it was rare to find a young new prey already wearing them... also rare that if a girl
was
wearing them they weren't scratchy tights or cheap hosiery instead of sheer silk. These ones were sheer silk.
"You don't see many young people wearing pantyhose anymore," Vanessa mentioned, as she massaged each toe individually, starting with the girl's left pinkie.
"I know," Chelsea said along with a soft moan, since it felt so nice. She'd indulged in a couple of full body massages in the past, each of them focussing on her feet for a few minutes, but not spending any time at all on her toes. She wasn't sure if this felt so relaxing because she was cold and the woman's hands and fingers so warm, or if it was that plus her gentle, soothing touch.
"You've noticed it too?" Vanessa asked, knowing the power her hands could assert over a girl... via her feet, legs, back, pussy or ass.
"Yes, sometimes I get made fun of for wearing them," Chelsea answered. "Kids call them granny socks."
"That's ridiculous. Do
I
look like a granny?" Vanessa asked, as she stretched a leg out straight to showcase her sexy leg wrapped in an expensive Wolford's stocking.
"No, ma'am," Chelsea said, feeling so relaxed, almost warm.
"Please don't call me ma'am" Vanessa objected gently. "It makes me feel old. I asked you to call me Vanessa."
