Karen Gets a Yule Log
(This is part of a series that I've started. If you'd like Karen's adventures to continue, tell me what you think. I enjoy reading your comments.")
Karen couldn't believe how her sex life had exploded since her dare with Nancy. It seemed that Nancy was always trying to one up herself and that always mean for a hot time for Karen. She wondered what would be next and imagined that the next time would probably occur that night at Nancy's Christmas party.
Things usually got a bit hot at Nancy's parties and her Christmas parties were usually the best of the year. You might expect New Years to be hot, and Nancy's New Year's Party was hot too, but there was always something extra special about the Christmas party that got Karen hot. It might just have been the Christmas was Karen's favorite holiday and she had a bit of a crush on Santa.
Karen always had a hot spot for Santa. She remembered as a young girl, her parents taking her to the mall to sit on Santa's lap. She didn't know why that made her feel so special but it did. Maybe it was how she felt so warm and safe with the man in red.
It wasn't until her sophomore year in college that she fully realized the crush she had on Santa. Her sorority had hired a Santa to do a fundraiser. The Santa was perfect, complete with his own white beard, probably in his late 60s or early 70s. He looked exactly like Santa. They did a winter wonderland for children to come and tell Santa what they wanted for Christmas. Each of the Sorority sisters got to sit on Santa's lap as well, telling him what they wanted.
When it was Karen's turn she hopped up on Santa's lap and was surprised to feel something poking her in the bottom. Although she wasn't terribly experienced, she knew she was feeling his hard cock pushing into her. She also knew she should be shocked and disgusted with the old man playing Santa, but what she was feeling was something else. She was getting aroused.
For the life of her she didn't know why she did what she did, but she began to move her hips, subtly but with a slight undulation. As she did, the short flared skirt she was wearing rose up until she could feel the soft velvety cloth of Santa's pants against her bare upper thighs and behind. Santa let out a "mmmm" as her bottom settled right on top of his rigid cock. Karen had wondered who would leave the bigger wet spot as she could feel her vulva moisten. She was sure some of her liquid would stain Santa's pants, but she was equally sure he would soil them from the inside.
She continued to roll her hips as she told Santa that she had been a good girl this year and was hoping for lots of presents. Santa nodded, but there was a fire in his eyes. His hand that had been on her back, dropped lower and she could feel it moving under the back of her skirt. Karen could feel the white gloves he was wearing toying with the back of her thong, pulling it so the front wedged between her vaginal lips. Now Karen let out a "MMMM," louder than Santas, as the fabric rubbed her clit.
Karen didn't know how long she had been on Santa's lap but she was sure it was longer than the others. She ground down on Santa's cock one last time, gave him a kiss on the cheek, wished him a Merry Christmas, and jumped up.
Karen took a nice, long, hot bath to get ready for Nancy's party. She paid special attention to her special regions. Since Nancy had prepared Karen for her dare by shaving her vagina, Karen had kept this area smooth. She had taken to waxing to avoid the stubble that went with shaving. This meant she only needed to apply some body butter to keep her area smooth and soft.
If it wasn't for her 34d breast and the fact that she was 33, she looked like a little girl down there. She remembered how she had longed for hair down there so she could be a woman, but now it seemed like being bald was what was desired. As she applied lotion, she reached a bit lower and her fingertip touched her anus. She felt the silky lotion rub into her bottom, the finger slightly penetrating her hole. She shivered and knew she better stop of she wouldn't ever make it to the party.
Karen climbed out of the tub and dried off. She eyed the clothing that were laying on the bed waiting for her to put on. Nancy had taken her shopping and they had picked out matching clothing, with the exception of color. Karen's short spaghetti strap dress was in red. Nancy's was in a deep green. Under they had black thigh highs, attached to lacy garter belts. Matching black lace thongs and shelve bras completed the outfit.
Karen, after putting on the undergarments, looked in the mirror. She turned slowly, admiring herself. She did look great she thought. The bra barely covered her nipples and if she moved too much they were likely to pop out the top and be visible. The thong from the back wasn't really visible and the "V" front hid the lips of her vulva. Once the dress slid over her head, Karen's cleavage was framed in the red of the dress. The hem lowered to the lace top of her stockings. She knew if she bent over, she'd be putting on a show for anyone looking. She looked amazing.
On the way to Nancy's, Karen felt her pulse race. She knew Nancy was capable of anything sexually and that made her excited and nervous. The Christmas lights could be seen well before the house, which was decorated for the party. Everything was beautiful. The decorations made Karen forget her sexual nervousness and focus on the holiday.
Nancy greeted Karen at the door, taking her coat, and giving her a hug and kiss. Nancy escorted Karen into the house where the party was in full swing. About a dozen beautiful couples and a few singles were already mingling around, drinks in hand. More hugs, kisses and quick gropes were exchanged. Karen was unsure if the men or women looked hotter and whose hands felt better rubbing up and down her back, setting on her ass. She could feel herself getting aroused. Of course the drinks she had consumed weren't hurting either.
After two hours of drinking, sharing in conversation, and some slow dancing, Nancy called out that it was time for the special event. A large chair, no more of a throne was brought into the center of the room and placed in front of the Christmas tree. "And now, our guest of honor." Nancy announced.
"HO! HO! HO!" sounded through the door and Santa marched in. His outfit was perfect, the white beard real, probably late 60s or early 70s. Karen nearly spilt her drink. She had told Nancy about her experience in college. Nancy knew that Santa had turned Karen on.