NAKED Santa
Erotic Fiction by
Kendall Swan
Smashwords Edition
Romantic Words Publishing, LLC
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Copyright © 2009 by Kendall Swan
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Also by Kendall Swan
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NAKED Neighbor
The Sexual Memoir of Emma #1: A Whole New World
The Sexual Memoir of Emma #2: The Dry Spell
Grand Pleasure Station (Feature Article Series) (Parts 1& 2)
Coming Soon:
Grand Pleasure Station Part 3
NAKED Vampire Series
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NAKED Santa
Carissa knew she looked good in her elf costume but felt self conscious in it as she walked through the nearly empty mall to the Santa station in the early morning hours of Black Friday. Her boss that she had interviewed with two days before greeted her there and apologized for not having enough time to introduce her to her fellow elves and the Santa she would be working with for the next few weeks.
Her boss was going on about how to do something but Carissa was having a hard time listening because she was struck by the Santa's eyes. They were pale blue with green specks but there was something in them that mesmerized her--a compassion with an edge, something. Carissa suddenly became even more aware of her skimpy tights and leotard with an elf jacket costume. Those Santa eyes would be watching her. She could tell by the small amount of face she could see that he was not that old and definitely not overweight. She wondered how he had gotten the Santa job in the first place. He literally didn't fit the part.
"Do you think you can handle that, Carissa?" her boss asked.
"Uh, yes, no problem. Thanks, Ms. Watson."
Carissa didn't know what she had said yes to but figured she could pick it up as she went along. She could always ask the other elves for help, if necessary. She stashed her backpack with her change of clothes under the red felt drop cloth covering the register table and readied herself for the onslaught of distraught children and high strung parents.
The mall opened with much fanfare to celebrate the vast amounts of money they would be taking in and in no time the line for Santa pictures was over an hour long. Carissa caught on quickly as she suspected she would. She, the other elves, and the Santa all played their roles easily.
It soon became clear why the Santa had been hired. The kids loved him. Despite the costume and huge North Pole setup, he could get laughs out of the most shy and intimidated kids. His demeanor was fun and light--jolly even-- and charisma oozed from him effortlessly.
The Santa caught her staring at him a couple of times. Carissa was curious what the rest of his face looked like under the fake beard, mustache, and hair. Each time he caught her, the corners of those eyes would turn up. She assumed there was a smile looming under the bushel of fake, white hair on his face.
The day went by quickly and Carissa's feet ached from standing all day. She barely noticed because of the wordless flirting that had gone on all day with the Santa. There was some kind of chemistry there even though they hadn't spoken to each other. She hadn't even seen his face and yet felt drawn to him.
Carissa finished up closing the North Pole for the night and headed to the lockers to change out of her pixie elf outfit. This morning's experience walking around in her barely there costume made of felt and covered in bells convinced her of the need to change at the mall instead of at her mom's house.
When she rounded the corner into the locker room she saw the Santa bending over and taking off his Santa pants. She froze, afraid this was the wrong locker room and stood transfixed by the body in front of her. The bad florescent lighting couldn't wash out his tan and muscular frame--a far cry from the image of Santa Clause.
Carissa's eyes started down at his sinewy legs and moved up to his black boxers. She noticed how the cloth draped delicately over the bulge between his legs. The waistband hugged his lean waist that sat below his firm stomach. Carissa stared at his midsection and thought she could see the faint hint of a six pack. She continued her survey up to his filled out pecs that were dusted with curly salt and pepper chest hair.
Carissa's eyes finally landed on his rugged face. Besides being the opposite of Santa, his angular jaw was down right sexy. Carissa had not been expecting to see a vision such as this half naked man in the locker room. Her surprised face must have registered with the Santa because when she finally met his eyes, he was smirking.
"Not what you were expecting, right?" he asked.
"What? Um, no, not at all, actually," Carissa stammered. She suddenly became aware of the slight wetness between her legs and the hardness of her nipples. Thankfully, those physical cues of her desire were not visible to the Santa. Suddenly, a small but pushy part of Carissa's mind wished they were.
The Santa's gaze had a similar effect as earlier. She felt the fierce connection they had been experiencing all day in brief instances, though not this urgently. Her body immediately responded with a jolt. The connection along with his almost naked body standing before her was nearly too much for Carissa.
She felt the urge to feel that body up against hers. She took a step closer unconsciously and watched as a grateful smiled crept across the Santa's face. It was only then that her awareness came back to her, at least in part, and she realized the empty room wasn't supposed to be empty. The other elf girls should be there, too. Again the Santa read the confusion on her face because he spoke as if he could read her mind.
"All the other girls came and got their stuff. They don't stick around long. And they mostly change in the ladies restroom up the hall," he said.
"Oh," was all Carissa could muster in response. Her mind was in a battle for control over her body.
'Go to the bathroom, NOW!' it ordered.
'Kiss him,' her body responded back.
In a split second decision Carissa decided to let her body win for once. She had been holding back during school so she could concentrate on her studies. But she was on Christmas vacation now and her young body was demanding satisfaction.
Carissa took another step towards the Santa. They were only a couple of feet apart. Though her body had won the battle for control, her mind had not gone into the silent night.
'Ask him his name,' her mind squeaked.
"Uh, what's your name?" Carissa asked less smoothly than she would have liked.
"Edward," the Santa responded. He stuck out his hand casually.
"Carissa," she said as she put her hand in his and shook it. She immediately noticed the feel of his skin against hers. Trivial as the touch may be, it was dousing gasoline on an already burning flame within Carissa that had begun to burn the moment she took in his handsome and decidedly un-Santa-like form.
"Nice to meet you, Carissa. You did a good job today for your first day. You have a way with children."