Page 21 of Sexted By Santa
Oh yeah, he was sexy. Definitely worth the wait to see pics. I liked that he wasn’t some gym rat or some big, macho bear. Even in no clothes—there seemed to be an element of…sophisticated elegance to him. Something about his posture. For a flicker of a second, I thought of Christian Kringle in that Santa suit.
Surely, it couldn’t be…
Christian didn’t enjoy playing Santa, so it seemed unlikely he’d show up on an app in that persona. Then again,thisSanta had said he didn’t like Christmas. He’d said a friend set up the profile. Maybe that hadn’t been an excuse. Maybe it had been the truth, and…
And what? I was looking at sexy pics of my rude, uptight neighbor? The idea was ludicrous.
I checked the app tools; there was a filter for showing the location of various users. But SantaWantsYourChimney didn’t show up on the map. He must have turned off the function, so I couldn’t verify he wasn’t my neighbor. But there was really no reason he should be.
It's probably just a coincidence. Let it go before you ask invasive questions and ruin the fun…
SantaWantsYourChimney:You’re not saying anything. It’s ridiculous, isn’t it? I knew I shouldn’t have sent them.
I blew out a breath and shook away my doubts. Time to get with the program. This man had just made himself vulnerable for me, and I couldn’t leave him hanging.
CasualDad:*wipes drool* Nothing silly here. I was just, uh…taking in all the details ;)
SantaWantsYourChimney:Oh.
CasualDad:You’re very sexy. I was beginning to think you might not want me to see you, with the no pictures posted.
SantaWantsYourChimney:And you kept talking to me anyway?
CasualDad:I like talking to you.
SantaWantsYourChimney:Ilike talking to you too. But do you know what I’d like even more right now?
CasualDad:?
SantaWantsYourChimney:For you to return the favor.
CasualDad:You want pics? I’ve got several posted.
SantaWantsYourChimney:So show me something I haven’t seen.
CasualDad:Getting greedy, huh? I might need more pics from you if we go down this road.
SantaWantsYourChimney:Go down the road and see what happens…
Santa was suddenly brazen. After all our conversation, even the flirtation and teasing, I was a little surprised. I wasn’t sure he’d want to get down and dirty with me. But I was game. It was the most action I got these days.
I’d tried to date when I was younger, but my relationships usually fizzled just as they began to get serious. Nothing like a man who has to fit you in after work, childcare, and household errands to take the shine off a new romance.
I made sure my bedroom door was locked, then pulled my shirt over my head and stripped off the boxer briefs I slept in. Shivering a little as air brushed over my exposed skin, my dick began to stiffen and extend to its full seven inches. I gave it a couple of strokes to help it along. I wanted to look my best for Santa, who definitely, probably, most likely wasnotChristian Kringle.
Precum welled at the tip of my dick as I shuddered at the thought. Uptight Christian Kringle, always full of frowns and stern warnings, drooling over X-rated pics of me? Not likely. But…oddly the thought was a turn-on, anyway.Weird.
I picked up my camera, trying to shake off the strangely hot thoughts about Christian and focus on the real man on the other end of my chat, who was waiting for photos. After switching to selfie mode, I raised the camera and angled it down at my chest, taking a photo that showed me from neck to groin.
I cropped the image with a little pubic hair showing, just a tease of what was beneath the waist without giving up the goods, and sent the pic.
Santa was quick to respond.
Your body is really impressive. But I’m pretty sure I’ve seen pics of your chest and abs already…
I chuckled, body hot with the awareness of him even though he wasn’t in the room. He’d be seeing more of me either way. I turned, holding the phone over my shoulder, and took a couple of shots down my back. I managed to catch the curve of my spine and the top of my ass, but they were awkward at best.
Best I can do without help, I typed before attaching them.
