Christmas is probably the best holiday of the year. You get to reconnect with old friends, spend time with family and even strangers are nice to you. Yeah I love Christmas.
Part of the season is also the parties. Seems like every group your part of wants to have a party. Get together, have some laughs, eat lots of junk food. All in all a great time...till the morning after when you feel so guilty about the number of calories you consumed you have to do an extra thirty minutes on the treadmill. Tonight's party looked to be one of those.
Over the years I have spent a lot of hours as a Girl Scout leader. Yes it is a bit unusual to have a guy as a leader, but I had to be fair to all my kids so if I was a leader for my son, I had to do the same for my daughters. As a result I was, and still am, a registered girl scout fully trained to teach outdoor skills from the basic through the advanced. While my daughters are now all out of scouts and gone to college, my wife convinced me to continue to share my skills with the troops I had worked with for so many years. As a result when the troop decided to have a Christmas party I was of course invited.
As has been tradition, in addition to the current scouts and leaders, girls that had previously been in the troop and still maintained contact were invited. This included my daughter and a number of other girls that were home from college on break. What was not a surprise was that I was, once again, the only male at the party.
I may be a tad over fifty now, but the girls still treat me as if I'm in my thirties, which helps keep me young. Of course along with that comes a certain amount of teasing from the older, graduated, girls and the female leaders, frequently even if my wife is in the room. This particular party was no exception. Along with the good food there was also a gift exchange. As with many that are done there is a dollar limit and the gifts can be either serious or gag. Each person draws a number for the order they get to go in and they can either steal a gift from someone else, or get an unopened gift from under the tree.
I was fortunate to draw a high number, meaning that I got to go later, allowing me to steal a sweet little LED flashlight from one of the girls and avoid having to open a potentially embarrassing gift more suited to one of the girls or female leaders. What I didn't know was that I was being set up.
There were only a few packaged left under the tree and only a few people left to pick. It was looking like I was going to get to keep my flashlight until the last girl went. Instead of picking the last package under the tree she stole my flashlight, which meant that I was left with the sole remaining package under the tree, a small box wrapped in bright red paper.
I unwrapped the box, totally unaware of what was to come. I opened the box and pulled out the first of two items, a nice bottle of flowery smelling massage lotion. There were a few comments from the leaders about being available to try it out on as I dug into the box to pull out the second item, a pair of very lacy micro bikini panties. As with the gifts that others got that were wearable, almost immediately the shouts to "model it" started. By the time I had it put back in the box and my ears feeling a bit red almost every girl in the room was chanting for me to "put em on", with the exception of Becky, one of the leaders college age daughters that was back for break. Becky just sat there with a little grin on her face as if it were exactly what she expected. After it became obvious that I wasn't about to do anything of the sort, the cat calls subsided and we shifted to the eating portion of the night.
The gift was far from forgotten, with little comments and quiet whispers from the leaders about changing my mind and trying them on in a more "private" setting. My wife took it all in stride, having seen me teased before on campouts. When the evening ended the gift went home with me, over my objections, and ended up on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
Morning came as it usually does. My wife got up and did her workout and headed out for work, my daughter, home for Christmas break had spent the night out with friends and I didn't expect her to get out of bed and come home until at least noon, leaving me alone at home. After sitting back and reading for an hour or so I finally decided to go do a workout and get rid of some of the calories from the night before.
After an hour on the elliptical machine I threw a blanket onto the sofa and flopped down, wearing nothing but my shorts and shoes, my shirt long since soaked with sweat and discarded. I turned on the ceiling fans to cool me and kicked the recliner portion of the sofa out to lean back and read some more on the adventure novel I had started, eventually cooling off and dozing off.
"Hello?" I heard a female voice call from the hallway. Everyone that knows us knows that the house is pretty much open to my kid's friends, with them coming and going at all hours. That had slowed down a lot after my last one went to college out of town, but it wasn't a surprise to have one of her friends walk in with her home on break.
"In here." I called as Becky clomped across the hardwood entry way with her high heels and into the family room.
"Is Jane here?" She asked, looking for my daughter.
"No she spent the night out with friends. I don't expect her home for a few hours yet." I replied as I surveyed the twenty-one year old. She had on black high heels, black stockings and a form fitting short sleeved turtleneck sweater dress that was molded to her curvatious figure. As she had grown older she had maintained her slim figure, except for her protruding chest, which she inherited from her mother. I hadn't seen any of her bras, but if I were to guess she was easily a thirty four D by now, significantly larger than when I had seen her last year.
"So I see you still have your present from last night." She said as she stepped over and picked up the box I had left on the table in front of me.
"Yeah. It wasn't quiet the gift I was hoping to bring home." I answered, folding the corner of my page down and closing my book.
"Oh I thought it was a nice present." She said as she pulled the bottle of lotion out and then tugged the purple lace panty from the bottom of the box. She set the lotion and box down and held the panties in front of her, slowly unfolding them until she held them open. The panties were little more than a two inch wide strip of lace that would go around a girls hips and a tiny triangle shaped piece of material that extended down and under, thinning at the lowest point to almost a single string before looping back up again toward the back of the waistband. In many ways it was almost a thong, but not quite.
"Yeah. Nice for you, not so much me." I answered.
"You mean you wouldn't like to wear em?" She asked with a giggle.
"Uh... Not my style." I replied.
"Ohhhh That's not true. I think they would look quite nice on you." She said as she stepped forward and held them out as if imagining how they would look on me.
"First off they don't cover anywhere near enough for a guy." I retorted.
"Ohhh Now I know a lot of guys that would die to have these."
"Yeah, as long as it was a girl modeling them, not him."
"True. But you know, girls like to see their men in sexy things too."
"I'm quite sure you wouldn't find those sexy on me." I answered.
"But they would on me?"
"Without a doubt." I said quickly, wishing I had filtered that response out after I said it.
"Oh really?" She asked as if in shock. "You're not telling me you're into younger women are you?"
"I didn't say that." I replied defensively.
"So you don't think I'm sexy then?"
"I didn't say that either."
"So I am sexy?"
"Yes... I mean...Yes to younger guys."
"So I'm not sexy?"
"Yes you are."
"But only to younger guys?"
"Yes."
"So you don't find me sexy then?
