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  He arrived at the shopping centre and skirted round the carol singers collecting for some charitable cause. The festive decorations in the atrium were a bit tacky but he hardly noticed and it didn’t dampen his spirits. It was his last day, he’d done it and would make Christmas and the new baby arriving extra special. He wasn’t working the bar tonight so he’d be snuggled up with Sharon once the kids had worked themselves into an exhausted sleep, the presents left under the tree and stockings at the end of the bed. Then he could slip into her in their comfortable bed and give her the special Christmas gift he’d been planning. He began humming a Christmas song.

  At the store he went and changed in the staff area and out loud carried on singing,

  ‘.. kissing Santa Claus...’ stripping down to his Calvin Klein underwear and pulling the enormous red trousers with their ridiculously elasticated waist on.

  ‘Underneath the mistletoe last night...’ he strapped the stomach cushion around his middle and shrugged the jacket over his broad shoulders.

  ‘Oh they didn’t hear me creep...’ next the beard and the hat. He scowled when he saw himself in the mirror. One gorgeous young man turned into an overweight middle-aged loser.

  'Down the stairs to have a peek...’ he wandered into the synthetically snowy grotto, the flashing lights twinkling around and then he stopped, open mouthed.

  ‘Hello Saint Nick, my favourite father figure,' the beautiful girl walking towards him said smiling. The skimpy red dress with the bands of white fur on the edges accentuated every asset she had on her perfectly proportioned body.

  ‘Hi Carole, how's my little helper today?' he blushed self consciously.

  ‘I like the singing gorgeous. What do you think to the red stockings?' her silky voice replied, lifting the hem of the short dress revealing the white lacy tops to the red mesh hugging the long slim thighs. He caught a glimpse of red lacy panties covering her treasure and felt the urge to touch her yet again. She came very close to him. He could smell her intoxicating perfume. Her cleavage captured his thoughts. He dropped his gaze shyly but his eyes ran swiftly up from the long legs, to the skimpy fake velvet and white fur dress again stretched tight over those voluptuous curves. Despite all the feel-good family loyalty his cock stirred and rose to attention. He groaned quietly willing himself to resist just one more day.

  ‘Our last day together and I still haven't had the pleasure,' she said licking her lips suggestively.

  'You know I'm not going to do anything,' he said hoarsely.

  Nick took a deep breath and by not looking directly at her managed to get on with the job, sorting the presents into the girls' pile and a separate one for the boys. Occasionally her hand closed over the same gift wrapped box and he felt the charge of passion rise through his body. He'd close his eyes and will himself to stay controlled. It had been torment the last six weeks being so close to her. He'd told her right at the beginning that he had a wife and kids and didn't play around. Somehow, because of that it seemed, it had made her bolder and she'd tease him mercilessly allowing him glimpses of her breasts with their long hard nipples pressing against the red fabric. Or she'd bend down to reveal her firm ass covered by different lacy underwear. Six weeks of her long auburn hair falling across his arm or whipping around and catching his cheek. Six weeks of trying to avoid looking at her but finding himself furtively watching. Occasionally he caught her eye and found it impossible to look away from their smouldering gaze.

  The dads particularly enjoyed hanging around near Carole. Nick wondered whether it was down to Carole’s body assets rather than being good dutiful dad that they came to the grotto. He tried his best to focus on the lines.

  ‘Have you been good?’ or ‘What is on your wish list?’

  The last day crawled by and finally Nick watched the final group being led out by Carole. She was holding the children’s hands and bending a little forwards to hear their excited response. He could see the bare flesh where the skin would be silky soft and the red slash of lace panties. His cock strained towards her luscious form, throbbing, pressed against the fabric and his mind wandered to the fantasy that had played upon his mind every day where she was kneeling before him, taking his engorged member in her hands and kissing it with her full lips.

  He got up and hurried to the men's changing room, removing the hat and beard, trousers and jacket, racing to get away from her before his body betrayed him. He sat down and the fantasy that had haunted the last six weeks took control. His hand dipped into his boxers and fingered his huge throbbing cock, the fake stomach still strapped to his waist. He shut his eyes and heard the door open. He looked round.

  ‘Well you are a good boy, getting ready for me,’ Carole purred closing the door, hips swaying teasingly as she walked towards him. A bottle of champagne and two glasses in one hand.

  'Um, I have to go,' said Nick half heartedly.

  'Not until I have given you your present,' she continued rubbing her free hand up and down her body accidentally lifting the the dress to show that the panties had disappeared revealing her mound with a tuft of auburn hair carefully tamed to hide her treasure. Nick stood gaping.

  'I hope you like what you see Nick because it's Christmas come early,' she smiled opening the champagne and pouring two glasses. She leant forwards allowing a clear view of her breasts and handed him a glass of amber bubbles. He drank the wine too quickly, and spluttered as the bubbles tickled his throat. She filled his glass again her thigh resting against him, her hand holding his wrist to keep the glass still. She then placed the manicured hand on the padding which hid his engorged cock.

  ‘I don't think I’ll get anywhere near you with that stomach!’ she exclaimed touching his manhood straining beneath the fabric of his boxers. She stepped even closer swiftly reaching around his back to untie the cloth straps. She threw the padding aside and let her hands run over his strong chest. She pressed her red shiny lips to his nipple and let her tongue swirl around it, then ever so slowly began to lick down his chest. She lapped at his belly button before moving lower. She placed her fingers in the waistband of his shorts and released his huge cock gasping with delight, letting the boxers fall to the floor. Breathing heavily now he watched as her lust filled eyes looking up into his, her lips licked with desire.

  He groaned. It was too much. His cock cried out to be enveloped by those velvet lips. He was speechless, gaping in his dilemma of lust and betrayal. Expertly her mouth sank onto his cock and her eyes caught his for consent.

  'Oh yes,' he moaned, ‘oh yes please,’ holding her head gently, feeling his cock reach the back of her throat. She drew back to his rim and swirled her hungry tongue around allowing saliva to dribble onto his head. She blew on it lightly before consuming him inside her warm wet mouth again, moaning her desire. She felt his heavy balls, weighing them in her hands, then changed to hold his shaft and sucked his balls into her mouth. Her hands ran expertly up and down his rod bringing him closer to orgasm. Her pink tongue licked longingly up his engorged shaft twirling around his head, her eyes pleading with him.

  'Oh baby I'm so hungry for you,' she whispered before plunging down onto his cock and consuming him deep within her mouth. She sucked and moved back to his tip and then down again. Her teeth brushed lightly against his muscle and he cried out

  'Oh Carole! Carole, I've got to come, I'm close,'

  Again and again she pulled back and went down on him until he felt his come surging up his shaft. He moaned again and she held his manhood, swallowing his first load before opening her mouth like a flower waiting for the rain. He watched as more and more spunk filled her mouth and sprayed her face, dribbling down her chin onto her cleavage. She watched the happiness flooding his face as he released his last seed. She continued to lick the come off his cock and around her swollen lips. She stood up with a hand still working his tool keeping it hard.

  'Happy Christmas Nick,' she purred kissing his lips.

  He couldn't stop now, all his thoughts flowed through muscle and nerve
s leaving his brain feeling light headed. His hands ran slowly over the dress, lifting it. He squeezed her ass pulling the cheeks apart and bringing her close to him. He felt the soft lace of the stocking tops as his fingers reached her pussy lips and rubbed at the entrance to her sopping wet love tunnel. He ran fingers lightly around the silky flesh, opening her gently, hearing her gasp. Her hand guided his thick hard member to the forbidden gate and he pressed forward into her wet warmth.

  She moaned and her head flew back, eyes wide with desire as his cock reached the hidden depths of her.

  'Oh Nick that feels so heavenly,' she crooned, lifting one leg and wrapping it around his hips to sink his cock deeper into her honey pot. He grabbed her other leg lifting her bodily off the ground and walked her over to the table in the corner. Pulling her legs onto his shoulders and raising her dress to her waist he watched his cock sliding in and out of her juicy hole. Her little jewel was standing to attention and he rubbed it gently with his finger while he pounded her with his rock hard rod. She cried and moaned, pulling her breasts free of the skimpy costume to squeeze her hard button nipples.

  Nick took the instruction and leant forwards to lick them swirling his tongue around the aureoles and nibbling the cherry nipples turning them deeper red with her desire.

  He leaned back again to watch his cock sliding in and out of her, marvelling at the small pussy lips holding his manhood so firmly her juice glistening on his shaft. The sight brought him too close and he moaned, rubbing at her pearl furiously wanting her come to connect with his.

  'Oh Nick, please now,' she cried and he felt her orgasm spasm and her muscles pulsing inside her against his throbbing cock. It was the signal he'd been holding back for and his seed shot out deep into her honey pot. He rested against her panting body, waiting for their wave of love to subside.

  'Oh wow,' Carole panted, 'that was amazing.'

  He touched her warm flesh slipping the dress up over her head, freeing the long red hair until she was lying there in the red stockings and high heeled shoes. He bent down and parted her legs gazing at the beautiful flower like lips, dipping his tongue into the juice like a hummingbird reaching for nectar. His cock stirred again thinking how next to plunge into her body. She stiffened, thrusting her self towards his mouth, the orgasm lifting her body off the table in it's intensity, murmuring for him to take her.

  Slipping off the table she turned and bent over allowing his cock to push quickly back into her pussy from behind. He could feel the spasms in her love tunnel muscles which brought desire throbbing back into his cock. He watched his cock thrusting deeply, effortlessly in and out of her while her body rubbed across the rough table arousing her again. It didn't take much to get him close to the edge this time so he withdrew to squeeze his shaft between her round buttocks and the last of his spunk shot across her arched back as he plunged fingers into to pussy to feel her orgasm suck at them, her come cascading over his hand.

  'Oh baby you're the best,' she moaned lying, limply across the table.

  He straightened and ran a hand softly down her body glistening with his come.

  'Carole I really have to go,' he said apologetically closing his eyes.

  'I know Nick,' she smiled. 'Like I said, a Christmas present, not a take away. Just for the present, that's why it's called a present. Now it will be a fond memory of the past.' She stood up and gave him a soft kiss on the lips then walked to the door and was gone.

  He checked the time, shocked that it was nine o'clock, he must have fallen asleep. Nick began collecting his clothes. He stared at the door puzzled. Then turning his attention to home. He dressed, picked up his bag and raced for the bus. He took out his mobile, suddenly remembering he'd forgotten to turn it back on. There were two missed calls, one from Sharon and one from his mum. He tried his wife's number but got an unobtainable response. He dialled his mum's mobile.

  'Where the hell are you Nick!' she said urgently.

  'I'm on the bus, what's wrong?'

  'The kids are fine. I'm looking after them at yours. Sharon's gone into labour early. Where have you been Nick? For pities sake get over to the hospital.'

  'I fell asleep,' he said, panic rising. 'Is Sharon OK?'

  'I don't know but she needs you now.'

  All he could think about was that he should have been there for Sharon. He swore, rushed off the bus at the next stop, and ran back the way he'd come. His feet pounded along the pavement, heart thumping in his chest making it impossible to think. He didn't notice the cold snow falling rapidly which would normally have made him marvel. Snow for Christmas was a dream come true for his kids. He realized he was praying that Sharon would be OK.

  'Please God make sure Sharon's safe. Save the baby but save Sharon first. She is everything to me!'

  He dived across the main road towards the hospital and up the drive into the grim maternity unit with it's antiseptic smell, pale strip lighting and grey linoleum flooring. A surly nurse ushered him towards a delivery room, stopping him at the door, directing him to scrub up.

  Sharon was lying there and reached out her hand to him. Sweat poured off her face but she managed to say between contractions, 'Oh Nick! Thank god you're here!' before moaning again and being instructed to breathe.

  Time ticked on, all the while her sweat covered hand gripped his, vice-like. He should be exhausted but fear and adrenaline kept him wide awake. The monitors and bleeps told him that two lives were still beating, joined as one. His heart beat in it's own separate rhythm. Then quite suddenly the atmosphere changed and the midwife began instructing Sharon to push, breathe and push again. He stood and moved round to watch a miracle happen. The baby was coming.

  At just after midnight a new sound of filled the room. His creation of life, his new born child. He felt the euphoria rise inside him which eclipsed any orgasm he'd ever had. Nothing was as wonderful a feeling as this. Joy overwhelmed him and tears coursed down his cheeks.

  'You have a Christmas gift, a healthy baby boy,’ beamed the midwife.

  Half an hour later Nick was sitting on the side of a bed in the ward holding a little bundle of sleeping baby his eyes still moist with emotion. Sharon was sleeping peacefully. He looked from baby to mother and back again. All the joyful Christmas Carols rolled through his head and he hummed softly to the baby in his arms, realising that this was what mattered and was what he lived for. Fantasies were fine, all those erotic thoughts of other women but life here had real meaning. He thought of how hard it had been to resist Carole and felt a surge of gratitude that the fantasies he'd imagined meant he sat here as a proud and loyal father and husband.

  Quietly he whispered, 'you are the most precious present,' and kissed the tiny wrinkled forehead. Sharon stirred, opening her eyes and smiled up at him.

  'Isn't he lovely Nick. we said we'd call him after your dad if he was a boy., she whispered.

  He bent forwards and kissed her on the lips, 'Our little Christopher. I spoke to the doctors. They said if you want, you can come home today. It's your third baby and there's no complications. They understand how important it is to be with family. We can be with the kids. Mum's going to do Christmas dinner another day so you can enjoy today and take it easy.'

  He kissed her again then gazed into her tired face, 'Sharon,' he whispered locking eyes with hers. 'You are everything to me.'

  He moved the baby slightly in the crook of his arm and reached inside his jacket, retrieving a small box he'd been carrying around since he bought it a week ago. Gently he placed it in her hand. She opened it.

  'It's an eternity ring,' he explained taking it out and placing it on her finger next to her wedding ring. 'You and me Sharon, forever. Nothing will ever come between us.'

  She lifted her head from the pillow, hair plastered in rats tails to her head, the after pains still catching at her features, her belly still swollen and kissed him. Their lips connected with passion and he looked into her eyes knowing this was a perfect Christmas.

  About the Authors

/>   T.H. Rusty and Mouna Lott are both mainstream writers. A chance encounter in hyperspace produced a writing cohabitation in the ebook world of erotica. They have never met but continue to collaborate. If you enjoyed reading this check out their other works :

  Brief Encounters- an Erotic Novella

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  Sex Games 2- an anthology of erotic short stories

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  T.H. Rusty and Mouna Lott's erotic writing tells of average people struggling to survive in a complex world. The sexual encounters and fantasies happen in every day scenarios as the characters difficulties unfold. Their writing often combines different perspectives of the same event. Their short pieces range from humorous light-hearted tales to longer stories where characters struggle to redeem themselves. The encounters are always playful, steamy, hot and explicitly satisfying

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