Filling Mrs. Claus with Holiday Spirit

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It was the Friday before Christmas, and I was bored to tears. Every one of my friends had family festivities to attend, but I desperately needed to get away from mine. Don’t get me wrong, their enthusiasm is great, but I knew that in another hour or so, the photo album would make its annual appearance, and the generous amounts of spirits would encourage the stories and tears to flow freely. I grabbed the gift I bought for my friend, tossed it in a gift bag with some tissue, and quickly made it look presentable. This would be my out!Her parents lived only five minutes down the street from me, and always threw a party the weekend before Christmas. Since her folks were a little more relaxed than mine, I was sure that I could sneak in a quick visit at least. Just outside my door, I heard the eruption of laughter and booming voices, and took this as my opportunity to slide under the radar.Once I got in my car, I let out a sigh of relief. I love my family, I do, but I had lived through seventeen of these so far, and was ready to skip out on one.“Everyone deserves a break, right?”, I thought to myself as I turned the key and started my car. Now being a legal adult, no one could stop me, and I flexed that new authority. Putting my car in reverse, I backed out of my driveway, and disappeared down the street.Before my car even had the chance to warm up, I arrived. Walking onto the front porch, I knocked on the front door, and waited. It didn’t take long before her mother answered.“Nick?! Merry Christmas! Come in, come in!” she said as she took my arm, essentially pulling me in.“Merry Christmas! How are you?”“Well, you know, I’m doing okay,” she hesitantly spoke.“Just okay?” I asked, confused by her reluctance.“Yeah, you know? Given this years events and all, okay is good,” she continued as if I knew what she meant.“Events?” I asked in a concerned tone.Her infectious smile started to break for a moment, and I felt like an ass. There was a situation that my friend, Rachel, had obviously chosen not to tell me, and I had accidentally put her mother in an awkward situation. Luckily, her best friend realized this, and interfered just in time.“Ooh la la! Who’s this lovely, yet oblivious young man?” her friend asked, breaking the tension.“This is Nick! Rachel’s friend,” Rachel’s mother Janice introduced us.“Pleasure, Nick! My name’s Leslie! I’m single, no children, one divorce, and..”“You’re going to scare him, Leslie. At least give him a few minutes to settle in before you pounce on him!” Janice playfully scolded her friend.“But, but! ” Leslie protested as she winked and walked back to the table.“Be careful with her, Nick. She’ll eat you up if given the chance, but, we’ll talk another time about all that other stuff. Is this for Rachel?” she spoke, as her smile returned.“Uh, yeah. Is she home?”“Her and her father went on a ski trip, but will be back tomorrow. Would you like some eggnog?”“Yeah, that would be great!”“Right this way!” she said as she took my hand, lead me to the kitchen table, and introduced me to the rest of her guests.I was getting the feeling that she and Jack might be going through some issues. Their parties are usually pretty big, with family and friends from both sides, but this was just her and her friends. Being one for the holidays, she was dressed in a Mrs. Claus costume, which looked just like a Santa costume, but feminized, and actually kind of sexy. Her Santa coat was velvet and held to her waist by a belt, which parted at the top to disclose just the perfect amount of cleavage. Her red leggings showcased her rather toned and firm legs and butt, with knee high black leather boots that stood on a conservative heel.Leslie’s costume matched her first impression perfectly! It was a tight, green velvet lace-up dress that ended in a spike pattern mid-way down her thigh, which she paired with black knee high boots that also stood bahçesehir escort on heels. She is a full-figured woman, but from how well she wore that costume, she was also quite fit. The rest of her friends all wore dark green skirts, with tight red tops.After about an hour or so, they warmed up to my presence. The wine hadn’t stopped flowing since I showed up, and they were now talking in a way that I had never heard grown women talk. Not that it was bad talk, but it wasn’t as reserved and candid as I was use to. Once the conversation turned to talking about men, that’s when I began to feel a little uncomfortable.It started off rather light. Which celebrity they found the sexiest, which of the local dads was the hottest, and so on. They would make gestures that seemed to suggest that they’d like to have sex with one of the men mentioned, and even though I was uncomfortable because of the context, I found it pretty interesting to hear women talk freely about this stuff, and let loose. As soon as I started to get comfortable, Leslie enthusiastically interjected with a thought.“Speaking of men, we have no Santa!” she said as she starred me down.“You know Leslie, you’re right!” another friend of theirs agreed.“Nick! Want to be our Santa?” Leslie asked.“Uh, how would I do that?” I responded, laughing it off.“Wear a Santa costume, of course!” Leslie said.“Good idea Leslie! I’m pretty sure you’d fit into Jack’s Santa coat, though I have no clue where the pants are,” Janice said, delighted by the idea.“You want to do it? Of course you would! It would put such a smile on her face, and that’s exactly what she needs right now! Awesome!” Leslie said as she jumped up, and took off down the hallway with Janice.I just looked over at the rest of the women, shrugged, and laughed. They were laughing as well, and at that point, I was just happy that I wasn’t doing the same old crap with my family. This was way less boring then anything I’d be doing at home, and they were actually really funny people once you got passed the “adult” or “parent” side of them.“Nick! Sweetie! Come! It’s all set!” Leslie yelled down the hall.I excused my self from the table, and walked down the hallway. I opened the door to Rachel’s room, and left her gift on her bed, before walking to Janice’s room.“So, here’s what we got. Jack’s coat, obviously, but we couldn’t find the pants for some reason,” Janice started.“We did however, find his black boots, which is excellent, and his Santa hat,” Leslie continued.“But, Jack doesn’t own any red pants outside of his Santa costume. You wouldn’t fit into any of mine, or Rachel’s pants, so this is what we have for options,” Janice said, as she pointed to the bed.“You said ‘options’, and there’s only these,” I said as I held up these red, footed tights.“Right! So, we figured that Santa doesn’t wear jeans, or dress pants, or khakis. He wears red pants, and this is all that we have that would fit you,” Leslie said, explaining their reasoning.“Okay. What was the other option?” I asked, completely oblivious to what they were getting at.“You could wear no pants, which was Leslie’s idea,” Janice informed me.“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Santa without pants,” I argued.“It would just make my job easier!” Leslie joked in an effortlessly sensual way.“Then it’s settled! See you out there!” Janice said as she took Leslie’s arm and pulled her out of the room, giggling like a school girl.“Will these fit over boxers?” I yelled down the hall.“Nope!” Leslie yelled back.I had assumed that they wouldn’t, and with a room of beautiful women eagerly awaiting Santa, I worked with what I had. I undressed, and started with the tights. Their soft and stretchy nature were super comfortable. They went on easy, and I was confused by how high the waist ran, but their generous display of the male anatomy on the other hand, had me feeling beylikdüzü bayan escort a bit self-conscious. Once I put on the coat, my anxiety disappeared, as it hung low enough to cover everything up. With a quick sigh of relief, I walked out and made my entrance.As I appeared, the women greeted me with clapping and cheers of “Santa!”, and cat calls. The wind from walking felt rather cold through the tights, and I wondered how women didn’t freeze in these things. I waved at everyone and said, “Ho-Ho-Ho!”, as I sat down at the table. Immediately, Leslie walked over to me and sat on my lap. Her body warmed my legs, as I admired hers, which draped over mine.Janice then requested that we all migrate to the living room, so they could take turns sitting in my lap and make gift requests. I did the best mall Santa impression I could manage. I told each of them that they were on the “Good List”, and assured them that Santa would do his best to make sure their good deeds were rewarded, which in turn, earned me a nice kiss from each of them.This was turning out to be the best damn weekend before Christmas I ever had. Who would have known that being Santa was so awesome? Having a bunch of beautiful women sit on my lap and kiss me wasn’t quite what I had expected, but greatly adored.Once it was Leslie’s turn, I told her that she had been, “very naughty”, but in the spirit of Christmas, she could still make one gift request. She decided to further prove her naughtiness, as she began to describe me as her gift, citing that I would wear nothing but a bow, “you know where”, as that was all she needed for Christmas. Janice and her friends whistled and clapped, which provoked Leslie to do this little dance.She wiggled her ass side to side while keeping it firmly nuzzled in my lap, and tossed her hair left and right. They cheered her on and clapped in rhythm with her movements. Though it only lasted about a minute or two, she had successfully managed to elicit a response between my legs, and I was rather grateful that Jack’s Santa coat covered as much of me as it did. That is the point that she stopped. Leslie turned and faced me, then planted a sweet little kiss on my lips before telling Janice that she had me, “all primed up”.Janice bounced her eyebrows up and down as she smirked and sat down. Janice had clearly taken Leslie’s words as a joke, because her reaction to my growing presence was as if she had just felt a strong jolt, causing her to jump off my lap a little. She turned and looked back at me with a pleased look of surprise, and made no attempt to avoid it when she sat back down. My face felt flush, and I felt a deep sense of embarrassment. My face had certainly blushed, which did nothing but confirm the reality of the situation to rest of the women in the room, who then made that familiar whistle that people do when they find something sexy.“She wasn’t kidding, huh?” Janice acknowledged, as she too gave me a wiggle of her ass.“Ho-Ho-Ho! Merry Christmas!” I shouted, which caused them all to laugh hysterically.I looked over her friends while she spoke of her holiday wishes, and I believe that none of them had noticed her subtle movements on my lap. This was the moment over any other, that determined that this night was far from over.Her hands had been resting on my thighs since she eased back on my lap from her “jolt”. As she spoke to her friends about her wish, her hands slid back, and pulled at each side of the coat. She had parted it to where the only layers between her and I were her leggings and the tights that I wore. The coat had provided a good dulling layer between myself and anyone who sat on my lap, but with that out of the way, we were making some near intimate contact.The material of both of our pants allowed her subtle body movements to become pronounced. Any time she shifted forwards or escort beylikdüzü backwards, I felt it vibrantly. That repetitive gliding sensation caused me to become fully aroused. I was standing at full attention. She was certainly aware of this. Once she was done, her friends came up to her to give her a hug for comfort as she sat in my lap. With each hug, she’d stand just a little to meet them, then she’d slide her ass down my length, and into my lap. After the last hug, I was as sexually charged as I could be.Janice told everyone that she needed a moment, and that they should all head back to the kitchen as she’d be with them shortly. Once they all became preoccupied, she turned around to face me, and sat back in my lap. Her gaze stayed between my legs, and her chest began to heave as she inched her lap up mine, until my bulge was nestled between her thighs. She bit her lip as her finger tips started to caress my swollen head through the tights, and my endowment became introduced to her femininity.“Santa has a big sleigh. Can I ride your big sleigh, Santa?” she whispered in my ear, with words saturated in lust.“I didn’t bring any wrapping paper,” I whispered back, giving her ass a squeeze.“Oh, Santa. I need the gifts from your sack to ooze into me naturally, with all of your holiday spirit,” she said as she kissed me on the lips, and eased off my lap.I sat there in dazed excitement with the coat still parted, unable to think of anything else. I was imaging her breasts leaning into my face, as she took me in. I noticed Leslie approached me, but I didn’t even think of what was on display. Leslie walked past me with a big smile. I felt her arm wrap around me from behind, until her hand reached my stomach. Then it slid down between my legs, and started to massage me up and down, while her other hand fixed the coat to hide me once more.“Good thing I was on my way to the bathroom, or someone else could have caught you like this, though I’m not sure that they would have minded,” Leslie said.“Yeah, good catch,” I said, snapping back to reality.“Feel like taking off the coat? I’m serious when I say that I think it would really make everyone’s night,” Leslie asked as if the night wasn’t going well.“I’m not sure that I’d feel comfortable with that,” I argued.“Woman our age appreciate a man with a nice body, and you’re very hot eye candy! What do you say?” she persisted.“I have no problem going shirtless, it’s just that these things are damn near sheer. There would be no hiding the hard-on that you’re so emphatically enjoying,” I began to explain before being interrupted by someone calling out to the woman who was pawing at me.“Remember that Leslie? Leslie, where did you go? Oh, dear,” Shelly, who was looking for Leslie to back her up on a story, had now taken notice of the situation in the living room.When Shelly said, “Oh, dear,”, she put her hand over her mouth, which intrigued the other women in the kitchen, who promptly turned around to see why. Leslie started to giggle as the picture became clear to them. They see me, still sitting in the chair, with Leslie behind me. She had an arm wrapped around my chest, and the other reaching down, disappearing into the coat into a rather conspicuous spot.“Leslie? What is your hand doing in Santa’s coat?” Shelly asked with a grin.“Oh, just looking for a candy cane. I think I found a big one,” Leslie said, giving me a peck on my cheek.“Is that the one that gave Janice a surprise earlier?” Shelly inquired, eliciting a laugh from the other women and Janice.“I think so!” Leslie agreed while giving me a firm squeeze.“That is the one, Shelly!” Janice confirmed.“I like candy canes. Who else likes candy canes?” Shelly asked, then looked around the room for encouragement.“I do!” said a voice from the kitchen.“Me too!” said another.“Love’em!” agreed another.“Santa is being shy though. I tried to tell him that he could just take off his coat and relax, but he thinks we’d be bothered by his prominent display of candy cane,” Leslie told the women.“What? Who here would be bothered by that?” Shelly asked, looking back at the women once more.“God, no!” said one woman.“That would be delectable!” yelled Mrs.

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