My name is Derek and I am a burglar. And I love Christmas Eve. Not because I'm religious but because it makes my life easier.
I mean who is going to question a man, dressed in red and white, carrying a sack, whilst climbing in through a window. And a fake beard hides most of the face as well.
Only an hour ago an old lady shouted at me going into a house. I just turned back to her and winked. "Shh! You'll spoil the surprise."
"Oh." She said. Then smiled at me and wandered of muttering about young dads and keeping the kids illusions alive.
Like I said, too easy. Not that I'm a complete bastard. I don't take pressies and I don't do tellys. They are just too big and heavy. I look for dark houses, where the occupants are at the office Christmas party or at the relatives, nip in and scan for cash and jewellery.
Now look at this house ahead. Quiet and unlit. I stole around the back and found a window that was not fully shut. Prising it open I leant in and listened. Nothing. Perfect. I clambered in, careful not to knock any of the plates lined up on the drainer. They had even left the tree lights on meaning I didn't have to use the torch I had in my back pocket.
Quickly I scanned the living room for anything I could 'use'. No rings or money left lying about but there rarely is in the main rooms. So slowly I padded through the rest of the house, looking for the bedrooms. I eased open a door and walked in. Dark in here so I got out the torch and flicked it on.
"Shit!!" I almost shouted in panic. There on the bed was a woman, asleep luckily. She was dressed in a festive dress, green and red, and very short. From here I could almost see her knickers.
Quickly I decided to leave the house and try elsewhere. Abruptly she stirred groggily. "Craig? Is that you?" The woman slurred. She had obviously partaken of a lot of Christmas cheer. "I like the outfit. Very kinky. Are you going to fuck me like that? Please?"
What the hell? Was she horny? She clearly didn't see I wasn't her boyfriend. Sod it, lets see where I can take this. I deepened my voice to a fake Father Christmas style.
"Ho, ho, ho. Are you going to be a good girl for your present?" She lowered her chin but looked up at me. "Maybe... Or I could be a bad girl if you like!" She giggled and spread her legs apart, allowing me to gaze up the length of her thighs to the hidden delights beyond.
She presented an image that pressed all my buttons. Kittenish and girly, looking up from beneath long lashes, playing with her large breasts and her legs akimbo. I had to get some of this.
"Lie back and close your eyes" I ordered in my deep voice "I'll see what magic I can produce." She tittered again, falling backwards "Yes Santa. I always do as I'm told."
I was thinking quickly and came to the conclusion that, unless she was very drunk, she would eventually twig that I wasn't who she though I was. I crossed to the large chest of draws I was going to look at when first entering the room. This time I wasn't looking for jewellery but for something to tie her down with. A blindfold might be a good idea as well. Quickly searching the draws I found some scarves. Pulling them out I was amused to see all manner of sex toys resting underneath them.
"Well" I thought "She likes to play like this anyway." I Quickly fastened a scarf around her left ankle, pulled it tight and tied it to the bed. She moaned under her breath. "Be a good girl and keep your eyes shut" I admonished "otherwise the magic will disappear." The other ankle was secured to the opposite side and now she was spread nicely on her back.
I glanced up from the foot of the bed, past her spread thighs, and looked at the tight white thong beyond. A darker patch had begun to appear on the cloth and I could almost smell her arousal. She was into this as much as I was starting to be. I walked around to the side of the bed, grabbing a few more scarves, and used one to cover her eyes. I eased her into a sitting position and started to haul her top up and over her head.
"Arms up!" I ordered. And tugged off the thin material as she did as she was told. She had on a thin black bra with red lacy trim, that looked bloody fiddly to remove. So I got her to do it. "Take off your bra and show Santa your tits."
She reached behind her and undid the annoying clip that we blokes always struggle with, slipping the lace and net material forward and off her breasts. The twin mounds of creamy smooth flesh quivered slightly as she lay back in response to my command, raising slightly as her hands went to the headboard as I secured them as well.
I stood over her, surveying her body and trying to decide what I wanted to do to her next. Taking off my white false beard I slowly started to drawn and soft tip over her frame, starting at her neck and down over the collarbone and into the valley between her boobs. Her skin began to tighten and her nipples hardened, growing into hard tips atop her magnificent swells.
Her breathing quickens as the sensation continued. The further down her body I trailed the beard, the darker the patch on her knickers became and the stronger the scent of her arousal.
I led the teasing across her stomach and over her right hip, then down the outside of her leg to her ankle. Now I wanted to touch her myself so I chucked the beard and put my hand there instead, making her jump.
I caressed her calf as I brought my hand up, until I got to her smooth inner thigh. As I squeezed close to her, now soaked, underwear I lent forward and tongued her nipple, bringing forth an exclamation of surprise and pleasure. She lifted her chest, as if trying to get more of her breast into my mouth.
