Authors note: This is one of my entries into the
Literotica 2021 Winter Holidays Story Contest
. As with most of my works, this one is kind of long. This story includes a wide variety of sexual encounters, including with friends and family. I hope you all enjoy this fanciful Christmas tale, and oh....don't forget to vote!
No sexual encounters in this story involve minors under the age of 18.
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It was just past midnight. It had been a wonderful evening, watching the light snow falling, driving around looking at the Christmas lights after church, watching the grandkids run around and play with the special Christmas presents Santa had delivered while we were gone to church. The house was full, but now quiet, as I lay in bed next to my wife content with my life. Not that there weren't things that I could change if I could, but all in all, I didn't have much to complain about. It had been a tough year with all the COVID stuff, but it was almost over. But Christmas was one of my most favorite days and it was hard to be down on your favorite holiday of the year.
I lay, nearly asleep, looking forward to the morning, Christmas morning, when I heard it. It wasn't much of a sound, just a 'thunk' followed by a gentle tinkling sound of glass breaking. I shook my head and climbed from bed, wondering which of my two granddaughters were messing with presents under the tree. I padded barefoot to the stairs, wearing only my sleep shorts. I walked quietly down the stairs, stepping at the sides of the treads to make as little noise as possible, wanting to catch whichever child it was, in the act. I could see the flicking multi-color light bouncing off the white walls, illuminating the room in a flowing, ever changing kaleidoscope of color. I paused on the third step up, looking from the stairs, across the dining room and into the living room.
I could see her standing there, bent over, moving packages about, stacking them higher around the sides and in the back, almost as if she were trying to make room under the front of the tree. She certainly wasn't three or four or even twenty-four. No, she was quite a bit older. She stood and turned towards me, almost as if she felt me watching her. Her hair was short and curly and gray, a red velvet hat perched on her head, the white fur trim making it look almost like she had on a halo. The long dress, coming well below her knees was red velvet as well, but more a dark red, almost burgundy. The material flowed over her clearly large chest and down her body snugly, ending in a white fur trim just below her knees and above her black leather boots. The dress looked to be ancient, or maybe even older, but exquisitely made with gentle darker deep burgundy patterns that seemed to almost move on the material as she stood looking at me.
"Good evening, Scott," she said softly, her voice as silky as the dress looked. "Come. It's alright. I'm here for you."
I looked at her in confusion, stepping off the last three steps and then walking slowly across the dining room. "Here for me?" I asked as I moved closer. I almost recognized her face, pleasant, smiling, radiant. It took long seconds before I realized that I DID know her face. I'd seen it just the day before at the mall. "Mrs. Claus?" I asked in surprise, realizing she was the same woman that I'd seen when I took my granddaughters to visit Santa Claus while their mother was busy shopping for last minute gifts.
"That's right. I'm here for your Christmas wish."
"My Christmas wish?" I asked in confusion, only now realizing she wasn't alone. Standing near her was another woman, much shorter than she, looking almost childlike. The tight green tights and dress screamed elf. Of course the pointed ears didn't hurt either.
"This is...Jan. Her elfin name is so hard to pronounce. She's my favorite helper. She's the one that convinced me to grant you your wish."
"My wish?" I asked again in confusion.
Mrs. Claus smiled at me. "You don't remember, do you? Maybe this will help," she said before lifting her hand and swinging it slowly in a circle around her head. A circle of sparkling light appeared around Jan's feet, spinning and swirling as it slowly lifted upward, seeming to encapsulate her in a glowing, twinkling, circular curtain of sparkling white light. As quickly as it appeared, the light disappeared, leaving Jan looking much different, and much more recognizable. Jan now stood a full six foot tall on her bright red six inch high heels, her green tights molding to her sexy shapely legs. Her green dress, barely long enough to cover her butt, hugged her body, showing off her firm stomach and substantial breasts. Her face was creamy white and covered with red freckles that matched her auburn hair. Yes, that was the elf I had seen helping Mrs. Claus at the mall. The one I'd quickly moved to help up when she accidently fell off her high heels. The one I'd murmured to myself that I wouldn't mind finding under my tree on Christmas morning. "I see you recognize her now."
"I do. From the mall."
"Well, we're going to grant you that wish," she said, raising her hand again. The swirling sparkling circle of light appeared beneath both of them, swirling and circling them as it quickly lifted toward the ceiling. It was only when the glittering curtain had fully engulfed both of them that it disappeared, leaving them both standing completely naked before me.
I took a step back in surprise. Both of them were incredibly sexy. Jan's big tits were sprinkled with tiny red freckles, each big soft orb sporting a large round pink areola surrounding a protruding rock hard, pink nipple. Her curves below were every bit as sexy, as was her completely shaved mound and pussy lips, which she seemed only too happy to have me see. Mrs. Claus was equally sexy. Though her tits were smaller, but only slightly, her body was no less firm and shapely. She had a small tuft of gray hair on her mound, neatly trimmed into what I had to call a Christmas tree. She smiled sexily at me and stepped towards me.
"Here. Take a bite," she said, offering me a small Christmas cookie.
"What is it" I asked, somehow more worried about what was in the cookie that I was being offered, instead of the fact that there were two completely naked women in my living room.
