Richard started working as Santa at age 19. It seems like a young age, but no one else in the town would volunteer at the local mental institution. The job was fun, not only because he loved working with kids, but these children were special. Each one formed some magical attraction to the man in the red suit, no matter if they were three or thirty. Richard relished in the experience, but by the next Christmas the home had closed because the government couldn't afford it. The experience stuck with him and he decided to try the 'mall' Santa thing.
Interviewing to be Santa, that was a weird experience. Here Richard sat, a 22 year old college student in a room full of jolly old fat guys that were probably fathers or grandfathers. Richard didn't think he had a shot at the job, but received a congratulatory call just a day later. Jerry, a fifty year old, and he were the two men for the job. Jerry would work all day Saturday and Sunday. Richard was the weekday Santa; four days a week, three hours a day.
Samantha, Richard's beautiful and scrumptious little wife, was pleased with the news. She made fun of the fat rubber stomach that he purchased to add that 'bowl full of jelly.' Jerry had it naturally, but Richard had to purchase his. The day before Richard started, Samantha left for Poland. She was overseas for almost two weeks. Richard thought that would be hard for him so he spent his days studying and his afternoons at the mall.
The kids were wonderful. Richard loved hearing their excitement as they relayed lists of toys, games, and dolls that he knew nothing about. Sitting upon the golden throne, crowds coming and going, and bringing joy to all makes you feel like you have the magic of Saint Nicholas. It was remarkable that Jerry and Richard looked so much alike when they were all dressed in the suit. The elves had trouble telling them apart which Jerry and Richard laughed about as often as the mix up occurred. Jerry truly was a jolly old chap.
The only problem in working with children is that you are exposed to every known cold, virus and the like. The day before Richard's wife returned to the States he got sick. It was the flu for sure. Jerry, the weekend Santa, was nice enough to take the Friday shift.
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Samantha attempted to surprise Richard by leaving Poland Friday instead of the original flight on Saturday. She took the red eye flight and arrived Friday before Richard's shift should have ended at the mall. She patiently waited at the back of the line to meet Santa.
"I believe you're next little girl," Santa said to the 22 year old woman, the only person left waiting to entertain an audience with the giver of gifts.
"Well, hello Santa. Aren't you surprised to see me?" Samantha said to Santa, thinking it was Richard.
"Why yes, Santa's always happy to see you and have you sit on his lap," came Santa's standard response.
By this time Samantha's mind was dirty and her panties soaking wet. She sat on his lap and rested her head near his ear.
"Santa, do you think I've been good or bad this year," Samantha said while tracing her tongue along the lobe of Santa's ear.
Santa froze. Jerry wondered what the hell was going on. He wasn't sure who this woman was or what intentions she had.
"I'd have to check the lists again," came Santa's labored reply.
"Oh Santa, I know I've been a bad girl," Samantha whispered, "I'm thinking I'll get nothing for Christmas this year."
"You still have time to get on the nice list. It's almost two weeks until I climb into the sleigh."
"Two weeks doesn't give me very long then Santa," Samantha replied as she gently stroked the inside of Santa's rosy red thigh.
"I'm sure you'll find some way," came Santa's annoyed response. This lady was definitely a pervert. In all the years that Jerry had played Santa, never had he been sexually advanced by anyone. The idea that Santa turned this lady on somehow even sickened Jerry, but nevertheless he was instantly aroused. It must have been the taboo nature of the whole thing that intrigued Jerry.
Samantha never heard the annoyed tone in Santa's voice. Instead she moved her hand over Santa's now bulging red suit and began to tease his inflamed cock head.
"Do you like, Santa?" Samantha taunted.
A roaring of laughter erupted from the jolly good chap, "Ho, ho, ho. Santa does like."
"I'll be waiting in the sleigh. It'll be a fun ride to the North Pole I'm sure," Samantha said as she left Santa's lap and escaped to Santa's dressing room.
Samantha, alone in the dressing room, disrobed and caressed her naked body eagerly awaiting Santa's decent from his throne. The elves were long gone, but Samantha did not care. After two weeks of being gone she was horny, and wanted, what she believed to be, her husband's member. There was insufficient lighting in the dressing room, but Samantha had always relished in the mystery of darkness.
Santa entered still fully dressed and full of Christmas cheer evidenced by his bulge and wrinkle of his nose.
