For reference Sasha is 30, Santa is ageless, but i imagine him to be a very fit 60+ in this.
Santa baby
Sasha was dashing through the snow to get to the shopping center late one Tuesday. Christmas was a week away and there were two gifts she really wanted to grab for her friends. It only took an hour of high stress shopping in the chaotic crowds to find that neither of those gifts was in stock.
Dejected, and angry she sat on a nearby bench, sipping her bubble tea and people watching. The Christmas trimmings sparkled with colorful lights and giant snowflakes leading to a grotto that looked to be closing up. Exhausted looking elves, fed up looking 'reindeer' and other assistants locked off the entrance and tidied up.
Sasha looked at the cute little Christmas cottage at the end of the candy cane path, it was set back and covered with sparkly snow. The door firmly shut, as Sasha sat there it started to get quieter as people left, she didn't realize this part of the mall was being closed up, she was deep in a Daydream of going to see Santa. She laughed at herself, wondering what Santa would give a good girl like her, maybe a sybian, or one of those new app-controlled toys. Her cheeks flushed with a blush.
She smirked as she glanced at the cottage, noticing that no one was around and the lights had been dimmed, the bench she was on was in a recess, so it was obvious she hadn't been seen. No harm going to look and fuel her fantasies before finding her way out she guessed.
The fake snow rustled beneath her feet as she furtively walked up to the cute Christmas cottage, sure she would be caught!
But all was quiet, distant piped in Christmas music and the twinkling of Christmas lights the only thing lighting her way. She got to the window and peeped in, jumping as she saw Santa sat on a huge Christmas throne bench, space either side of him. He was so convincing, his vintage dark red suit, real looking snowy white and cream beard, and twinkling eyes. She gasped as he palmed his cock through his velvet trousers and hummed, she heard moaning, and it seemed maybe he was watching porn on his phone.
Her gasp must have been louder than she thought, as he looked up and for a second looked worried, until he seemed to notice her eyes on his huge cock, evident through his trousers. He smirked, the seemed to shrug back into his Santa persona as he crooked his finger at her to come in. She looked around nervously, before slipping into the cottage and shutting and latching the door behind her.
He sat there surrounded by fairy lights, a fake fireplace glowing nearby and cute decorations everywhere. For a second, she was overcome by all the magic of it, just like when she was younger. But now she wanted to sit on Santa's lap for an entirely different reason.
She supposed she should be shocked, her sat Santa, likely stressed after a busy day, about to pleasure himself in a cottage where he really shouldn't be doing so. But there was no one around but her, and she figured at this time of year EVERYONE deserved some stress relief, especially Santa!
Sasha was wearing a long soft white sweater that sparkled like fresh snow, it showed off her huge boobs and was warm enough to cover her shapely butt and tummy, falling over her Christmas leggings. If she had foregone panties nobody would know, as the sweater was long enough it covered her almost to her knees. She had yanked her gold blonde hair into a high ponytail and had just a dusting of makeup on, always preferring to look natural as she knew she looked young for her age.
Santa sat back in his throne, blatantly taking her in from head to toe. She enjoyed the attention, she knew she was big, curvy girl, and some didn't like that, so she shifted on her feet shyly.
Santa tutted and stood up, he was a big man, tall and strong, his muscles straining the sleeves of the jacket, his bit of a tummy didn't hurt as it further enhanced his look as that of a very good Santa. He walked around her, eyes hot on every part of her, making her shiver as her pussy throbbed.
He leaned in towards her and asked if she would like to have some fun, she nodded shyly and he patted her bum. He glanced out the window, pushing shut two lots of little shutters and hanging a closed sign out on the door, latching it and making sure that they had privacy. Just the twinkling of the fairy lights, the flickering of the fake fire, and the scent of cinnamon apples in the air, it was cosy and she smiled.
Santa sat back on the throne and waited as he watched her, she shuffled over, looking at the fake fur blankets covering the throne. She went to ask what was OK to do, not used to initiating anything, and wanting him to take the lead. He smiled softly, and she estimated him to be a very fit guy in about his early sixties. She felt at ease as she gestured at his lap and he held out his arms. She climbed atop the throne, straddling his lap, scared she was too heavy until he chuckled and pulled her down.
Her thighs were stretched across him, his hard cock hot and against her through his trousers and her thin leggings. She moaned as his huge hands held onto her curvy waist tight as she shuffled and shifted, getting comfortable and rubbing against his cock now and then. She was blushing bright red, she felt so naughty, straddling Santa as his hands stroked at her waist. His voice was deep as he quietly asked her what she wanted for Christmas.
