Page 27 of Subbing For Santa

Forthefirsttimein a long time, I sleep in on a Sunday. I’m not normally so lazy. I typically get up when the sun rises and do yoga on the deck before breakfast, yet this morning I was too happy staying in bed.

Yes, I was daydreaming about my Santa and how good he made me feel last night. He even came to me in my dreams, although he was still faceless, but his voice had the deep rasp to it that sends chills up my spine, and his touch kept me on the cusp of arousal all night.

When I crack open my eyes, the room is bright, filled with the summer sun streaming in through the windows, and I take a moment to glance around my small bedroom, trying to picture Santa here last night.

I remember then that he could be watching me via a hidden camera, so I throw the covers off me to reveal my naked body and I start running my hands down over my breasts, down my abs before I find my aching clit.

My lids fall shut as memories of Santa’s touch swarm me, and I grind my hips up against my fingers to cause more friction. My other hand comes up to find my breasts, my fingers rolling and pinching my nipples as I work myself over, wishing like hell that Santa was here with me. Just the thought of him sends me over the edge, and I come hard, not squirting this time, but it’s still magical and leaves me nearly legless.

The chime of my phone tells me I have a new message, and I slowly roll over, reaching for the bedside table to grab it.

Santa

It looks like you’re having a good morning, my little elf.

I have the day off, so I will be there in an hour.

Make sure you are washed, dressed in something with easy access, and sitting on the couch by 11am wearing your mask.

Today we are spending the day together.

That last line sends a rush of butterflies right through my entire body, and I sit up abruptly, grinning.

Little Elf

Ok Santa.

I scramble out of bed to quickly shower and dress in a cute little mint green sundress before taking the mask to the couch. At 10:59am, I put the mask on.

At 11am, the front door clicks open, and just like last night, my heart races with anticipation.

“Hello again, my little elf. You look stunning.”

I grin. “You can hardly see my face.”

“True, but I know what it looks like under that mask. And your body is just as stunning as your smile.”

I can’t help it. I beam.

The couch dips next to me, and I shift in my seat, tilting my body towards where I think he is.

“How are you feeling after last night?”

I smile. “Wonderful.”

“Were you dreaming of me? Is that why you needed to pleasure yourself this morning?”

I can feel my cheeks flush red, but I push down my nerves. “Yes. I can’t seem to get you out of my head. Well… Your voice, and lips, and… well, you know what I mean.”

“Yes. I do.” He chuckles. “So, today’s game is a guessing game. We will play two rounds. One before lunch, and one after lunch. Does that sound ok with you?”

“Yes, Santa.”

He lifts my hand in his before I feel the press of his lips to the back of it. I instantly feel my cheeks burn again, and damn, I feel like a teenager.

“Let’s move to the dining table.” He suggests, his deep voice fanning warm breath against my ear before he tugs me to stand. I feel awkward trying to move without the use of my eyes, but his hands stay on me as he leads me to the dining table, helping me to sit down in one of the chairs.

“Stay right here. I need to grab a few things.”

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