Christmas was approaching. Meredith, my wife, had a job at the local mall as an elf, and a very sexy elf she was. Once I'd seen her in that outfit I had some very naughty ideas that I'm sure Meredith would help me explore. You can't tell if an idea is good or bad unless you test it out and those outfits were washable. They had to be. On her first day she had orange drink spilled on her during her first hour. Add ice-cream smears and kids throwing up and kids drooling and those elf outfits needed washing every day. Meredith had two of them, enabling her to get changed half way through the day, exchanging a smelly rag for a nice clean outfit.
I arrived home rather early one afternoon. Walking into the kitchen there was Meredith, bent over the island in the kitchen, doing something esoteric to bits of pastry. She was still in her elf outfit and the tights to that outfit fit her like a glove, showing off long shapely legs. Bent over the way she was the tights also showed off a nice firm tush, the material stretched tightly across her bottom. Thank god she had a frilly skirt to go with that outfit. Without that skirt I'm quite sure the outfit would have been X-rated.
Stepping quietly up behind her my hands slid over her bottom and up to the waistband of the tights. I hooked hold of the waistband and had her tights and panties somewhat further down than she'd been wearing them, leaving me with a bare bottom and other parts to fondle.
With my hands roaming in a friendly way across her tush and other parts I expected a certain demurral from Meredith. What I was expecting was a ladylike squeal of protest followed by either having my hands slapped away or left where they were. What I was hoping for was for my hands to be left where they were, in which case my elf was going to receive a sudden injection of Christmas bonhomie.
What I did not expect was a full-blooded scream and Meredith demanding to know, "What the fuck is going on?"
There was one other thing I didn't expect and that was to find my elf, in full costume, standing in the kitchen doorway, observing me molesting someone who wasn't my elf.
Realising my mistake I naturally stopped massaging the naughty bits I'd commenced rubbing. I also looked from Meredith to my unintended victim and back to Meredith, raising an eyebrow in enquiry.
"I think you might have made a small mistake, Honey," she said sweetly. "Let me introduce you to Jan. I believe I mentioned that our new neighbour was also an elf. She stopped by on her way home to help me with some cookies."
"Oh, right," I said. "Ah, hullo, Jan. Colin's the name in case Meredith didn't mention it."
"Um, yes, hullo, I guess. Um, you have me at a slight disadvantage. Your hand?"
My hand? Oh, right, it was resting against her pussy. I started rubbing again. For some reason Jan gave another little squeak.
Meredith was giving me a look.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Am I wrong in assuming that when she mentioned your hand you went back to rubbing her?"
"Well, of course I did. You know how I don't like leaving things half done."
