It was approaching the winter holidays and I headed for the mall to start some early Christmas shopping. I have always loved this holiday as any child does. As an adult my feelings on this time of year have not changed much. If my memory serves me correctly, I always visited Santa and had my photo taken with him since I was small, it brought so much excitement to me. To my surprise, despite it being early in the season the North Pole was set up in the middle of the mall. Santa had arrived gathering his list already with the visits of many little girls and boys.
I went about my shopping and each time I passed the middle of the mall the excitement that I once felt as a kid returned back to me so powerfully. I had such an enormous urge to stand on that line and have my picture taken with the one individual who brought so much magic into my life as a child. I quickly got that thought out of my head. I figured I would stand out and make a mockery of myself. A grown women getting her picture taken with Santa, how absurd.
So I continued shopping but once again I needed to pass the set up of the North Pole. I took a quick look and it amazed me that there was no longer a line. I figured I would investigate and went a bit closer, there were no kids and no parents. Just Santa sitting there who was looking down at his feet in his small little house. I went even closer and unfortunately hit one of the plastic candy canes that were part of the set up. It fell to the floor with a crash and Santa quickly picked his head up. He look straight into my eyes. Soft spoken words escaped his mouth. "Well, well, little girl do you want to tell Santa what you want for Christmas?"
I was speechless, dumbfounded to be exact. All I could do is shake my head yes. The chubby, old man in the red suit spoke once again, "Well, then my sweet little child come and approach me." I slowly walked over to him, my belly filled with butterflies.
"My child come and sit upon Santa's lap and tell him what you would like for Christmas." I dropped my coat on the floor and sat on this man's lap I so adored. I turned my head and met his eyes. "Child you have grown so very much, you have grown into a fine, sexy women. The last time you came to see me you were only blossoming, now look at you."
As he spoke, I never felt more excited, that I started to feel my pussy start to get wet. He had one hand on my knee and his other hand wrapped around my back to the other side of my body. He was so close to my overdeveloped tits. He smiled at me and asked "So my child what would you like for Christmas?" I was at a total blank, I knew of nothing I wanted except for a committed relationship which I haven't had in years. So I told Santa honestly that I needed nothing, that I was pretty well off on my own.
"But child there has to be something," he said.
I replied, "Santa there is one thing but I doubt very much you can help me with it. You see I haven't had a relationship or relations in over a year and so much want a committed relationship." As I said this he slowly moved his hand on my knee closer up to my thigh and his other hand started to caress the side of my tit.
"My poor child, it has been awful for you. Santa will first make everything all better and then I shall work my magic." He removed me from his knee and shut the doors to his house, but before doing so he put the "Closed, Do Not Disturb" sign out. As he returned to his big elaborate chair he tapped his knee so I would return. Once again I was sitting on his lap but it was a lot different. As soon as I sat down his hands went quickly under my tight fitting sweater. "My child you are a horny little slut, you have no bra on!"
