Lynn's family and ours have been best of friends for about twenty some years now, pretty much ever since out sons were born. Lynn bought a tanning salon a few years ago as a form of extra income, and her twenty four year old daughter Emily, frequently helps out with the place. Over the years Lynn and I have done many favors for each other, at one time joking that we were second spouses, since her husband is no longer in the picture. My wife didn't mind to much as long as "it wasn't in that way." As she put it. I would frequently get called to come fix things at the house or salon. In the last few years, Emily has grown more and more "friendly" when she sees me, especially if we are alone, and there have been some occasions when I felt like she arranged things so we would be, which made me a bit uncomfortable. Not because I didn't like her, and certainly not because she wasn't good looking. In fact it was because she was so good looking, a tad shorter than I am, slender, but built like a brick shithouse! She had to quit gymnastics when her breasts decided to take a huge jump in size, ending up around 34 D's, and she seemed to take great pleasure in squeezing them against me when she hugs me, which she seemed to do at any opportunity.
Lynn had this great idea on how to draw more customers in over Christmas. She would have a Santa in the shop on Saturday for the kids to see while mom did her tanning. It really was a pretty good idea. The only problem was a few days before the appointed date, the Santa they had lined up was involved in a traffic accident and was not going to be able to be there. I shouldn't have been surprised that it was Emilie's idea when Lynn called and the two of them convinced me to fill in as jolly old Saint Nick. They would even arrange for the costume for me, all I had to do was show up and be nice to the kids.
Saturday rolled around and I showed up at the shop around eight thirty to get ready, since the shop was scheduled to open at nine. They had a number of reservations set in the morning and it looked like it would be busy.
Emily greeted me at the back door giving me a huge full body hug as soon as I was in the door. She was dressed in shorts and a tank top, with no detectible bra on, even though it was a crisp twenty five degrees out. One thing that I didn't think about was how hot it was going to be. It was about eighty five in the shop so that the customers, most of which tanned naked or nearly so, would be comfortable. With me in a long sleeved furry costume I was going to roast.
"I hope you got a summer weight Santa suit." I said to Em as she led me to the tanning room I was going to use as my changing room.
"No, I just figured you could go naked underneath." She said with a grin as she led me into the room. "Do you need any help getting ready?"
"No I think I can manage." I replied as I shooed her out of the room and closed the door behind her. I quickly stripped down to my briefs and looked at myself in the mirror. Still not too bad of shape for a nearly fifty year old guy. I was about a hundred ninety pounds, but I had managed to avoid the beer gut and didn't look too fat. All the outdoor work around my house and recreation I do has kept me fairly fit. My dick was still hard from Emily giving me that hug and her suggestion of helping me out. Don't get me wrong, I find Emily very attractive, and have on occasion fantasized about both her and her mother, but I haven't ever thought about acting on them because it would mess up our long standing friendship, and probably cause my wife to toss me out on my ass.
I started by putting on the fake stomach pad and was about to pull on my Santa pants, when I decided, what the hell, and pulled off my underwear and tossed them on the pile. If she wanted to be playful maybe I would tease her back just a tad for fun. I finished getting ready and walked out to see Em.
"Hey Santa! You look pretty good!" she said coming from behind the counter, her hard nipples obvious in the thin shirt.
"HO HO HO" I said in my best Santa voice. "Have you been a good girl this year young lady?"
She walked up and snuggled up to me. "I have been a very good girl, but I can be naughty if you want me to."
"Well. I only bring presents to good boys and girls so you better be good because I'm always watching."
"You're always watching Santa?" she asked playfully. "Does that mean you watch me at night too?"
"I see you when you're sleeping and I see you when you're awake!" I answered
"Oh my Santa, then you must have seen me all naked this morning." She said with a giggle.
My dick was already a bit hard when I came out, now it was like a steel rod thinking about what she must look like naked. "I'm sorry my dear. I must have missed that this morning. Santa is very busy and can't see everyone all the time."
"Well, that's a shame Santa, you would have really enjoyed watching me push that shiny silver vibrator into my hot wet pussy."
"I think Santa better go sit down." I said pulling away from her before things got well out of hand, or in hand, since she was already rubbing my hard dick through the red pants. I walked over and sat down, adjusting my dick to a more comfortable position. I was already hot, sweating in the beard and hat, and I got even hotter when she stepped behind the counter and slowly pulled up her shirt to uncover her bare breasts.
"Maybe Santa will want to make sure I'm a good girl later?" she asked as she ran a finger around one of her nipples. This was quickly going well beyond teasing and turning into an outright proposition... Her mother would not be very happy.
"I think you better cover those back up before Santa puts you down in his book as a naughty girl."
She covered her tits back up and put on a pout. Fortunately customers arrived before things could get any worse. I spent most of the morning telling kids about my work shop and how ready Rudolf was to make the trip in about a week. Overall things went pretty well. It was getting to be lunch time and the last appointment for the morning was in her little room and I had just turned on a video of Rudolf for the two kids, a boy about seven and a girl about ten. I got up and walked back toward my changing room to take a short break, and wipe some of the sweat off my body. As I stepped to the door the door across from mine opened and I saw the lady peek out.
"Psst. Santa." She said quietly.
I turned and she motioned me inside and then closed the door behind her. She was about thirty years old, five ten or so, slender and not badly proportioned, from what I could tell through the towel wrapped around her body.
"Hi Santa." She said almost bashfully. "Would you mind if I sat on your lap too?"
