Sexy Santa (3 page)

“No. Not business. This is a very special lady. Pam, meet Karl. Karl, meet Pam.”

“Your usual table?”

“Of course.”

The “usual table” was adjacent to a working fireplace, which was lit.

“Recovering?” Pam couldn’t help but ask
when they’d been seated
.

The sad look returned to Ed’s eyes. “From the death of my wife.”

“The death of…Misty? I thought you said she was at her sister’s?”

Ed’s amused chuckle only mystified Pam further. “Misty’s not my wife. She was Elaine’s best friend. She’s been watching over me like a guardian angel ever since the accident.”

“Accident?”

“The one that killed my wife. The one that cost me my driver’s license. I was responsible.” He shook his head at the memory.

“D.U.I.?”

“Nothing that simple. You see, I’m epileptic. It’s been under medicinal control for years now—decades, actually, when I didn’t have any seizures at all. Well, money’s been tight for the last few years, and I thought maybe I was okay now and could get by without the meds. I took myself off them. Dumb fool move. I had a seizure while I was driving, with Elaine in the car. The car was
totaled
, Elaine was killed, and I, who had caused the whole mess, got off with minor injuries. There’s no justice.” He choked up and had to stop for a moment. Pam reached across the table and put her hand over his.

“That’s how I lost my driver’s license,” Ed went on with some difficulty. “Not for punitive reasons, but because of the seizure. Until we’re sure the epilepsy is back under control, I’m not permitted to drive anymore. I don’t want to anyhow. I don’t trust myself. I’ve been seizure-free for over eight months now
, and
I won’t make the mistake of taking myself off the meds anymore.
But I’m still not permitted to drive yet.
”

Pam was listening to him carefully, yet a part of her brain was exulting at the same time.
He’s not married! He’s not married!

She barely noticed what she was eating. It was a shrimp dish with garlic and olives
in a sherry-
infused
sauce
, which came with a marvelous risotto and some creamed spinach. It was delicious and really deserved
more of her
attention
than it got, but all through dinner her heart was singing,
He’s not married! He’s not married!

Of course, when she drove him home, he asked her in. Of course
,
she accepted. Of course, their first long, lingering kiss led to other things. As his tongue probed into her mouth, she let her body surge up against him as it wanted to, and she felt the hardness of his dick protruding from his pants. Boldly she took the next step, placing her hands on his butt cheeks and pulling him closer to her. He reciprocated, palming her butt globes and pulling her body firmly against his.

Her breathing was shallow now, her mouth wide open to his questing tongue, her eyes closed in utter delight, and her nipples twin steel points as his chest rubbed against them and sent her body into a frenzy.

In a voice thick with lust, he said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.” His condo was on the third floor of his building, and the bedroom blinds were still open. Looking out just before he closed them, Pam saw terrace after terrace festooned with
holiday-
colored lights. They
matched her exuberant mood. Then Ed closed the blinds and Pam saw nothing but the tenderness in his eyes, the eagerness on his face, the warmth of his smile…and the dick that sprang rampant and ready from his pants as he hastily undressed. She followed suit, tearing off her clothes with abandon and dropping them carelessly to the floor. Ed drew back the covers, and the two dived for the sheets.

She grabbed for his dick, but he stopped her.

“Let me make love to you properly.” He
pushed her down flat on the bed, then
kissed her forehead, then her closed eyelids
. From there he
worked his way down her cheeks to the hollow of her
neck
and from there to her breasts. He went back and forth from the left breast to the right and back again, like a slow-moving windshield wiper, not sucking her boobs but licking and kissing them. His tongue swirled around her areolae, taunting her nipples with light touches that spiraled her upward into a maelstrom of emotions. Her body began hunching up and down on the bed, eagerly
straining toward release, although he wasn’t yet in her, hadn’t even touched her below the waist yet.

“So beautiful,” he murmured. “So beautiful.”
Abruptly abandoning her boobs, he zipped down to her feet and kissed the top of each before turning to the insteps and laving them with his tongue. Then he licked and sucked at her toes. Pam was positively wriggling with unabashed heat and need.

“Let me—” she started, trying to sit up.

“No. Let me. You just lie there and enjoy.” He gently pushed her back down. Now he began nibbling up the inner sides of her calves, then her thighs. At
last,
he reached her cleft. Even she could smell the perfume of a woman in serious heat. “Oh, beautiful scent!” he rhapsodized, taking a deep whiff before plunging face-first into her cunny and extending his tongue to lick up and down the length of her slit.

“I can’t take any more!” she cried out. “My clit—please! My clit!”

“The customer’s always right,” he said with a chuckle and zeroed in on her clitty button,
tonguing it with precision, flipping his tongue back and forth nimbly on her throbbing pleasure point. She grabbed his head on both sides and held it, as he continued to flip his tongue back and forth over her palpitating clit. Pam’s body surged up and down on the bed as she strove to get off, pressing her pubic mound against his mouth and nose.

Then Ed began to hum, his humming carrying through his tongue and making her clit vibrate.

“Ohmigawd!” she moaned and, with one last upward surge, she came off against his face, orgasming wildly.

Ed stayed with her till she was on the downside of her climax. Then, while the waves continued to surge through her, he clambered into position above her and, with one lunge, drove his dick deep into her cunny. “I’m clean,” he said breathlessly as he entered her. “Safe, I mean. I got tested after I met you. I hoped we’d wind up like this. I tested negative. Unless I need a rubber for contraception?”

He paused, mid-thrust. She shook her head and said, “Uh-uh,” and she pressed his ass with her cupped palms to urge him to resume his fuck-motions. He followed her lead and once again pumped in and out of her, spearing her with his randy organ. She felt his dick grow impossibly huge within her, swelling till it seemed there was no more room for it to grow any larger. With every outward pull
,
he rubbed nerve endings she didn’t even know she possessed, and with every inward plunge he excited her to extremes she had never before experienced.

Now he held himself up with just one hand and used the other to stimulate her clit with his finger while he continued to drive in and out of her. She quickly rose to another crest and climaxed a second time, although her body motions made it plain that she wasn’t done yet.

Wrapping her legs around his back, she pulled herself up and down
emphatically as he continued to plunge in and out of her. The hand that had been manipulating her clit now latched on to one of her breasts, and he thumbed her nipple while he continued to fuck her with abandon. “Can you come again? I can’t hold off much longer.”

“
O
ne more. I’m almost there.”

He rat-a-tatted into her, now letting go of her boob to work a hand under her butt cheek and grab it, pulling her toward him. Then he slipped a sneaky finger into her butt crack and probed for her anal opening. Finger-fucking her asshole, he hit on a whole new set of nerve endings and drove her right over the edge. As she tumbled over the precipice for the third time, she felt his dick swell impossibly
even more
huge, pulsate, and throb within her as it disgorged its load of jism.

Then Ed collapsed half on top of her, half to the side, and he ran his hand through her hair and murmured, “Thank you. Thank you. That was wonderful. I waited so long for that. I’ve wanted you since the day I met you.”

“It wasn’t one-sided, but I thought you were married to what’s-her-name.”

“Misty,” he reminded her. “Do you have a mental block against her name? You don’t need to block her out. She’s no threat. Nobody is. There’s nobody quite like you. I hope this evening wasn’t just a one-time thing.”

“Don’t say ‘wasn’t’ like the evening’s over already.” Pam turned her head and consulted the bedside clock. It was eight-thirty already. She was shocked.

“I’m not chasing you home. You can stay all night if you want, but I imagine you have to get home. It’s Christmas Eve.”

“And I was foolish enough to offer to host a cooperative Christmas dinner at my house tomorrow. Everyone’s bringing something. I’m responsible for the turkey, stuffing, and gravy, so I do have to be at it early to get things going, set the table, tidy up the house…thank heavens I have a cleaning woman, so at least the house is in reasonable shape. I certainly wouldn’t have had time to do any serious cleaning in the last month.
I barely made it to the store a few evenings ago to get what I needed for tomorrow.
What are your plans?
”

“Misty invited me to join her and some friends.”

“Is it too late to beg off and come to my house instead?”

“I imagine if I explained the reason, Misty would understand. But I don’t have any food contribution.”

“You could bring wine.”

“I could indeed. I have quite a few bottles in the
cabinet in the
living room. I could bring several. Some red and some white?
A
re you sure
my showing up isn’t
going to discombobulate you
, though
?
There’ll be enough food? Nobody else will mind my being there? It’s not an imposition?
”

“
Imposition my ass—it’ll be a pleasure!
You
’re bringing wine, and you
could also be part of the cleanup crew and then plan to stay over afterward. Along with the wine, why don’t you bring your toothbrush?”

“I have a spare toothbrush. Why don’t I bring it with me and leave it at your place? Or is that being too presumptuous?”

“It fits in with my plans nicely.”

“And your plans are…?”

“To never let you come home.” She felt her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“You may be biting off more than you can chew.”

“I have strong teeth.” She took a playful nip at him.

“Ow!” He laughed. “Then you’re going home tonight?”

“Yes, but I’ll be back to get you tomorrow.”

“You’re going to be cooking. I’ll catch a cab.”

“No. My friend Julia lives near you. She’s picking up Naomi, and she can stop and get you too on the way over. You’ll need to write down your actual address so I can give it to her.
I know how to find this place now, but I don’t know what your address is.
”

“
You really have to go
home tonight?”
He sounded wistful.

“I
think
so. But think about tomorrow. Christmas Day—and you’ll be there. Santa brought me exactly what I wanted for Christmas. Thank you, Santa.”

“You’re welcome, Mrs. Claus.”

Being Mrs. Claus to his Santa had a deeper meaning now. Her heart was singing joyous Christmas songs as she reluctantly got up from his bed and got dressed. He wrote out his address for her, added his phone number, took down hers, and asked her, “What time should I expect your friend?”

“Around four, I think.
It’s going to be a very merry Christmas indeed.”

“Our first Christmas together—the first of many, I’m sure.”

“I’m sure,” she agreed as she walked to the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Merry Christmas, Santa.”

“Merry Christmas, my love,” he answered, patting her on her tush and kissing her lightly on her lips. “Merry Christmas.”