She sat alone watching the snow falling outside the window of her home. Her thoughts consumed of Christmas' past, and all the joy and merriment that those times brought. She smiled at the memories and longed for them once again.
Her mind raced with ideas for a wish that Santa had somehow not been able to deliver in recent years. This year would be different of this she was so very sure.
As she sat by the window and felt the heat of the fire stroke her skin warming her she let her mind go and watched the scene play out that she envisioned for the holiday.
There were lights all around glowing brilliantly in the dark night. Christmas trees glittered from the windows of homes she passed on the street. The holiday music played softly from the car stereo as she traveled along, I'll be Home for Christmas" was the latest.
Pulling into her long drive and parking in back she cut the engine and listened to the quiteness sorround her. From the house she could see a soft glow through the windows, she had left a light on in the den not knowing what time she would be back. It was only her and she hated coming home to a dark house.
The glow was softer than it should've been though and she tensed a little as she got out of the car. The wind was picking up and they were calling for a snowstorm that would last throughout the weekend. She wrapped herself tighter in her heavy coat and made her way to the door.
Her hands shook slightly as she slipped inside and made her way through the house. What greeted her took her breath slightly, there were candles lit throughout and music filled the rooms, the smell of warm cider and a fire burning in the hearth. Her tree had been lit and she could see presents under it, kneeling down she glanced at the name cards and they were all for her.
Slightly puzzled she looked around and found a note on the table, it to was addressed to her. Picking it up she opened it and read....
"My Dear,"
You have been an awfully good girl this year and I couldn't help but reward you. First though, I want you to enjoy a nice long bubble bath that I have waiting for you. Pamper yourself a little and relax for me. The gifts under the tree are all for you and I want you to open them in the order they are numbered.
Each one holds something special for you from me. When you are done with the bath and the gifts please meet me in the bedroom where your wish will be fulfilled.
Patiently Waiting,
Your Very Own Santa
As she made her way down the hall to the bath, she couldn't help the blush that covered her body. She could feel the rush of adrenaline pulse through her as she thought about what the evening held in store for her. Opening the door the smell of lavender assaulted her senses and the bubbles were almost overflowing in the bath.
She took her time and slipped into the water, the temperature was just how she liked it and she lay back allowing the bubbles to caress her. They tickled her skin and she felt the burn of arousal start to flow over her. Her nipples peaked from the cool air as she shifted in the water and chillbumps scattered over her arms. She let her hands softly trail over her body, taking her time to explore as they went.
She caressed the hills and valleys known only to her, allowing her fingers to slowly glide through the slick folds of her center. They softly petted her bringing her closer before slowly slipping inside. Her eyes closed and her back slightly arched, she was so very warm and wet. Only a few strokes in and out and she felt the inner walls start to contract. Her thumb circled her clit and a soft moan floated on the air in the room.
She brought her hand up and gently cupped her full breast, circling her nipple with her fingers, it hardened and puckered for her and she felt the heat of desire shoot through her straight to her center. With her other hand she gently cupped her mound and slipped back inside. The pleasure she was bringing herself washed over her in waves.
With her head thrown back and her back arched her hips rocking to the sweet torture of her hands she felt the climax racing through her. Faster and harder, she drove herself to the brink and then over. When it sailed through her she heard the water splash onto the floor and felt her juices coat her hand in the warm water...she was flushed and very nearly satisfied.....it was only going to get better though and she knew it.
She finished in the bath, wrapped in a long white robe and made her way back to the tree. The gifts were indeed numbered and she started to open them. The first was a pair on candy apple red thigh high nylons, followed by a matching garter. Then came a pair of red silk crotchless thongs, a red silk push up bra just big enough to cup the underside of her full breasts. A pair of red leather boots, with a heel about 4 inches high, and a Santa hat.
She had covered her skin in lotion before leaving the bath and couldn't help but smile at the gifts that were spread out in front of her. She had a tight little body and knew what they would look like when she slipped into them. Her pulse slid into overdrive just thinking about it.
She slipped out of the robe watching it puddle on the floor around her feet, picking up the nylons she slid them on her long legs followed by the crotchless thongs, they fit perfectly, the tiny strings resting just below her hip bones. Next came the garter and the push up bra. She slid into the wickedly high boots and placed the Santa hat gently on her head. Her hair brushed her shoulders and she felt so very naughty.
Making her way down the hall to the bedroom she caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror hanging on the back of the door. She stood there, so very still and took in the sight. Was that really her, she thought as she did a full circle and glanced over her shoulders....
She looked mouthwatering, her makeup and hair were perfect, the outfit was.......um, so very seductive. As she took in the image from the soles of the boots to the tip of her Santa hat, she knew that whatever and whomever waited on the other side of the door was in for a night like no other. She was primed and ready, she could already feel the moisture gathering between her legs, her clit throbbing with anticipation. She knew her nipples were puckering beneath the bra and she could feel the flames of desire pulse through her again.
Ready, willing and able she opened the door and there he was.......
Her very own Santa, her One Christmas Wish.
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