Authors note: A little holiday quickie for all my avid readers. A longer one is out to the editors and hopefully will be back in time for this contest! Enjoy!
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I've always enjoyed the Christmas holiday, and this year was no different. It wasn't just getting presents, because to be honest I gave far more than I would ever receive. That was what Christmas was all about - giving, not getting, so when one of the secretaries at work stuck her head in the door and asked for some Christmas help, how could I refuse?
"Michael..." Donna called lyrically as she stuck her head in my door. "Michael, I need some help."
"Sure. What can I do for you?"
"My husband got sent out of town, and we're supposed to go be Mister and Missus Clause at one of the shelters."
"Uh huh. And?"
"And I was just kind of wondering, if you'd be a really good sport and fill in for him?" She asked hopefully.
"Where at?" I asked, hoping for a bit more detail.
"Columbus house," she said.
"Oh, I know that one. It's one of the abuse shelters. I don't have a suit or anything though."
"Don't worry, I have a suit and everything," she said with a grin.
"So it comes down to you having a suit and needing someone to fit into it?" I asked half jokingly.
"Something like that, besides, I know you're a good sport. So how about it? Wanna help me make some kids happy?"
"Sure. What time do we have to be there?"
"Six-thirty. I'll even buy you some McDonalds on the way there."
"Ok. How about five-thirty out front. I'll drive if you want."
"Sounds great. Thanks Michael!" She said pulling her head out of my doorway and heading down the hall.
Donna was one of those wonderful women that always had a smile on her face, even when the office was falling apart around her. At half my age she'd never be a beauty queen. She was only about five foot five or so, and, well let's just say she's big bodied. Not fat, just on the thick side. I've occasionally wondered just how much of her weight was fat and how much was just being big boned. She also had a very large pair of...well...you know. They had to be at least something in the multiple D category, not that I was an expert in sizing breasts other than 'damn they were big'.
The rest of the day zipped by, and I met her at the door heading to the parking lot at five-thirty. We walked to her car and got out two huge duffle bags, carrying them the few rows to where I was parked. A quick trip to McDonalds drive through, and we were on our way across town. We would have been more than early enough if it hadn't been for some idiot in front of us who decided that he just had to force his way through the intersection after the light turned red, leading to a messy little accident. That little incident meant that we were not early but actually fifteen minutes late getting to the shelter.
"Sorry we're late," Donna apologized as the lady in charge of the festivities led us around the hallways to a doorway.
"Not a problem. We're stalling the kids, so the quicker you get ready the better for us. I'll come get you in...say...fifteen minutes?"
"Sure thing. We'll be ready!" Donna answered, opening the door to our changing room. "Oh, nice." She muttered as she led the way into what seemed little more than a large walk in closet.
"Um. We're both supposed to change in here?" I asked a bit surprised.
"Uh, I guess so. I suppose they were expecting my husband and me so sharing a room wouldn't have been a problem."
"Yeah, I guess. I'll wait outside while you change then."
"No, not if we have to go on in fifteen. Come on, we're both adults. It's not like we have to get completely naked or anything," she said, setting down her duffle bag and unzipping it.
I closed the door behind us and set my bag down, unzipping it and pulling a few items out to see what I had to work with.
"You're kind of thin like my hubby. There's a padding set down in the bottom you want to put on first," Donna said as she turned her back to me and pulled her knee length sweater dress up and over her head, leaving her in an industrial sized bra, based on the strap across her back, and a pair of large white panties.
I stood staring, holding onto the padding thing while she bent over to start pulling on her tights. As she bent her white panty covered ass pushed out at me, stretching the material tight across her firm butt and also across her pussy, snugging against her rounded lips and creating a small cleft where it tried to pull in between them. I couldn't help but start getting a hard on, which was a bad bad thing. Not that I was overly afraid of Donna seeing that I had a hard on, but because of what I had on under my Dockers.
My wife has always enjoyed seeing my almost nine inch cock, and because of that she has insisted that I wear Jockey men's bikini briefs. These very snug and skimpy underwear are her favorite choice because they utterly fail to contain my long fat cock when I get a hard on, something she encourages any time she sees me in nothing but my underwear or less. I doubted that Donna was expecting to be flashed, but if things kept going the way they were, that was exactly what was going to happen.
"Come on, you better hurry. I need to help you get that strapped on," she almost hissed as she looked over her shoulder at me.
"Uh yeah," I answered, turning my back to her and undoing my pants. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my pants off, tucking my cock into my underwear as far as it would go, which at the moment was mostly hidden, thankfully.
"I can't find my bra. Would you check your bag please?" Donna asked from behind me.
"Your bra?" I asked, turning to see her completely naked from the waist up, one arm across her chest, a hand cupping one breast so that its nipple and areola were covered by her hand and her other arm covering her other breast. Even then there was a LOT of breast visible and, well, I have a thing for breasts. Needless to say, as I bent over to dig in the bag for her bra the stretching of my underwear and the additional growth of the view she had afforded me made my cock pop out of the waistband. With no free hand to cover myself, one holding the padding and the other her white satin and fur bra, more than half of my cock was exposed to her view.
"Sorry," I said sheepishly, holding the bra out to her.
She stood staring at me for several long seconds before reaching for the white satin bra. "Not a problem. We're both adults here." She said reaching absent mindedly for the bra with her right hand, exposing her massive breasts. Each one hung teardrop shaped - large fat, nearly a quarter of the front of each one covered with a dark pink areola and a nipple that was nearly as big around as my pointer finger and which seemed to be growing taller with each passing second. She took the bra without taking her eyes off my protruding cock and then finally seemed to realize what she had done. "Oh sorry," she said suddenly, trying to cover her breasts with the white material and put her arms in the straps at the same time.
"Um Michael?"
"Yeah?"
"Um, do you always wear underwear like that?"
"Uh, yeah."
