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Subject: {ASSM} Under the tree (M/F)
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Date: Mon, 28 Dec 2009 19:10:01 -0500
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I generally don't mind working the Christmas holiday (thank God I
don't work in retail). The work is usually light and this year I
planned to work from my home office so it didn't really seem like work
all that much. Plus, I was going to be a bachelor for the weekend
anyway so why not work. 

My wife's youngest brother Jerry -- he's a jerk and I refuse to refer
to him as a brother-in-law -- had invited us over to his cabin for the
weekend. I work at a small firm and this was my year in the holiday
rotation to work Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Since I was stuck
working I told my wife we'd celebrate Christmas early so she could
take the kids and enjoy a nice long weekend with her family. After a
morning of opening presents and a nice breakfast feast I cooked up for
them, they piled into the minivan and took off for the next four days.

I think I spent more time on PokerStars than I did on my 'job' that
eve, but I got done what needed to be done by quitting time. There was
nothing in the fridge I felt like eating for dinner, and going out for
Chinese seemed too cliché, so I decided to hit the grocery store and
make myself something nice. It was a couple of hours before closing
time and there were quite a few people grabbing items from the Gift
Card rack or poking around the holiday aisle for last-minute gifts. I
grabbed some duck breasts, asparagus, baby red potatoes and a nice
locally brewed ale.

I rolled my cart to the shortest line I could find and to what to my
wondering eyes should appear, but this dark-haired young woman I had
seen many times before. Her name tag said "Ria". She's about 5'5" with
dark hair and dark eyes that were usually accentuated with dark
eyeliner and dark make-up. The first time I saw her a few months ago
she didn't seem very pleasant, but on later occasions she was more
friendly and would even said 'Hi' to my 6 1/2 year old son.

Today was quite different. Same straight dark hair, but the makeup was
brighter, lighter, more festive, with cranberry lips that sparkled
when she smiled. The non-descript clothes I remember she usually wore
under her clerk smock were replaced by a tight fitting sweater and
low-rise hip-huggers that showed some skin and gave my imagination a
lot to think about. 

"Hi," she said with a big smile. "Merry Christmas. How's your little
boy tonight?"

"Merry Christmas to you," I said. "By now he's at his uncle's cabin
enjoying his second Christmas of the day. Like you, I had to work
today, so I sent the family off for a long weekend."

"Awww," she said. "Did he open presents with you?"

"Yeah," I said. "He's fascinated by technology and building stuff, so
we got him a computer and things like that to play with. If he were
here right now I'm sure he would be looking at the scanner watching
you read the bar codes." As I said that I stood on my toes and leaned
over the register. Hopefully she thought I was imitating what he would
have been doing, and not realize that I was peeking at her midriff and
wishing I could see what was a few inches lower. 

"How late are you here til," I asked.

"Until closing time at seven. Not too bad. So if no one is home what
are you doing?"

"You're scanning out my plans," I said. "Make myself dinner, drink
some beer and relax."

The fantasy part of my brain was ready to take over and blurt out 'why
don't you come on over', but instead I swiped my debit card, wished
her a Merry Christmas and went home. Out to the parking lot and on the
way home my fantasy brain had visions of Ria dancing in my head and me
nibbling on her nice sugar plums. Damn, I was getting a little stiff
just thinking about it. Humbug. An old man's fantasy, I said to
myself.

Dinner was good, and there wasn't much on TV I cared to watch. I
started thinking about Ria again. PG rated thoughts about kissing her.
X-rated thoughts about coming up behind her and sliding my hand down
the front of her pants. I looked at the clock on the wall. The
supermarket was open for another 20 minutes. What the hell.

As I walked back in the store for the second time that day I heard
someone on the PA system announce "the store will be closing in five
minutes." I grabbed some eggs, half-and-half, cheese and tortillas and
got behind another customer in her lane. She saw me, gave me smile and
a curious look, and finished checking out the other customer.

"Welcome back," she said when it was my turn. She turned off her
light, meaning I was her last customer. "Forget some things?"

I figured I'd tell the truth, but wrap it in a joking tone of voice.
"Well, if you must know, I don't really need any of this stuff. I just
needed an excuse to see you again so I rushed over here before you
closed. What do you think about that?"

She laughed. "I'm not sure whether you're joking or not." I just
smiled. "But since you're here and I think I can trust you, maybe you
can help me out." 

"Sure," I said seriously. "What's up?"

"My co-worker who was going to give me a ride home left early and I'm
stuck for a ride home so..."

"Say no more. Be glad to give you a lift. My Christmas gift to you."

"Thank you," she said happily. She had to finish closing her register
so I went outside and warmed up the car. I must admit all kinds of
fantasies were running through my head at this point, but I told
myself 'down boy, this is just you doing a hot looking girl a favor.'

She was out in five minutes and climbed into the car. "Thank you so
much."

"No problem. Where to?" She gave me her address. It wasn't too far
away. 

"So, what are your plans for the holiday," I asked, trying to keep my
eyes on the road and not stare too long at her lest she think I'm some
perv. 

"Not much. My roommate is off skiing with her boyfriend, and my
parents are in Mexico so I'm not going over there. It's just me and
the Christmas tree."

"Sounds like me this year," I said. We chit-chatted a bit more about
nothing, listened to Bruce Springsteen sing 'Santa Claus is Comin' to
Town', and all too quickly I pulled up to her apartment.

"Thank you so much," she said. 

"You are very welcome." I looked into her eyes. Wow. Down boy. 

She wasn't making a move to get out of the car. "Um," she paused,
"since you don't have anyone at home can I offer you an egg nog or a
drink, something just to say thanks?"

Wow again. You can't do this, I told myself. I looked down, then back
at her. No fuckin' way. I can't believe this. "Well, I'm not a fan of
egg nog, but I'll take the rum or whiskey if you have it, sure." 

We got out and walked up a flight of stairs into her apartment.
Overall it was pretty plain; a simple couch and chair, generic art
prints on the walls, a small kitchen and a two person dining table.
But the halls were decked. There were multi-colored lights strung
around the window and in the kitchen. She had a decent sized Christmas
tree lit up and a few small presents waiting to be opened.

She took my coat and tossed it into the chair, kicked off her shoes (I
did the same, figuring it was house rules) then went into the kitchen
and poured drinks. You better believe I took a long look at her once
her coat came off. She was slender, but nicely shaped. The hip-huggers
I saw earlier looked very sexy from behind. Her sweater still showed a
lot of skin and when she turned I saw her top shape for the first
time. Nice boobs, I said to myself. B cups, pushed up by her bra. Yes,
I was getting a bit hard just looking at her and for a moment I wished
I had my coat covering my lap. 

I stood up as best I could when she came towards the couch. "Here you
go," she said and handed me my drink. "Merry Christmas."

"And to you," I said as we clinked glasses. I took a sip of the
whiskey and sat back down on the couch. She stayed standing, which
gave me a good look at her.

"Um, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"You weren't joking before, were you? About why you came back to the
store."

Crap. Busted! Now, I could try a song and dance and try to worm my way
of telling the truth, but then how would I explain agreeing to give
her a ride home or come inside her apartment? Shit. Deep breath.

"Nope." Pause. "You looked really attractive tonight and my hormones
kicked in sitting at home alone, so I went back. My Christmas fantasy,
I guess." Hell, looking straight across at her waist and seeing how
her pants rode low towards her crotch, I was having another fantasy
right then and there. 

She didn't say anything for a moment. Perhaps she wasn't expecting me
to fess up so quickly. She took a sip and a half-step closer. "So what
were you thinking about me?"

She shifted from one foot to the other, and I looked up into her eyes.
"Well, to put it in holiday terms, basically I wished you were a
present under my tree that I unwrap and play with."

When she reached out and took my drink and turned I thought for sure
she was going to give me my coat and show me the door. Instead, she
put down both our drinks, walked back and stood as close to me as she
possibly could. 

"Then Merry Christmas," she said. No way I heard what I just heard. 

"Unwrap me." 

But damn, there goes the 7th commandment.

I scooted to the edge of the couch and kissed her over and over on her
exposed belly, wrapping my hands around her waist and moving them over
her ass. Her hands gently held the back of my neck. I looked up and
she smiled and closed her eyes as my hands went over her sweater to
caress her boobs.

My hands fumbled slightly with the button on her pants. As I opened
them and tugged on her zipper I breathed in deeply, smelling her
natural perfume. I kissed every bit of bare skin I revealed, and her
quiet moans and hip movement told me she was enjoying the moment. With
both hands I pulled her pants and panties down over her hips and
stared at her pussy.

Her lips were full and pink, covered with a close cropping of black
hair. Her scent filled my nostrils and all I could mutter was
"beautiful." I pulled her pants all the way down and she kicked them
aside. I let my hands glide up the inside the thighs of this now
half-naked woman. She put one foot up on the couch and opened herself
to me. I licked the moistness from her thighs and kissed her softly on
her pussy. She held on to my neck as I moved my tongue up and down her
lips, alternately sucking and licking her. When the tip of my tongue
hit her clit she gasped and pulled me hard against her. I held onto
her ass cheeks as she came, letting her sex coat my face.

I held onto her for as long as she could stand, then took her onto my
lap and kissed her deeply. She tasted herself on my lips and gyrated
her hips on the big bulge in my pants. She then straddled me and let
me unwrap the rest of my present. Her breasts were soft and nicely
sized. Her nipples were perfectly sized to take into my mouth, which I
did with a passion.

"Stand up and let me look at you," I asked her. She stepped back and I
gasped at the sexy woman in front of me. "You're more beautiful than I
imagined."

My clothes were off in seconds, a great relief to my straining cock. I
pulled Ria close again and kissed her deeply again. I touched her
everywhere I could reach while kissing her, and her hand instinctively
went to my cock. Now it was my turn to moan as she stroked me. I
thought for a moment about picking her up and carrying her to her
bedroom, but she guided me over towards the tree then dropped to her
knees and took me into her mouth.

She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock and played with my
balls. I could have shot my load right then and there into her mouth,
but she knew just when to ease back to keep the pleasure going.

I knelt down next to her on the floor and laid her on her back. The
lights of the tree made her skin glisten with Christmas colors. I got
between her legs and kissed her on the mouth again, then down her neck
to her breasts, and back to her pussy again. My tongue probed her
opening a couple of times before I moved into position and guided my
cock inside her.

I slid right in slowly and effortlessly. We both gasped as we felt
each other inside. She knew how to use her muscles to clench and
release my cock. I didn't move for several seconds, just enjoyed how
it felt to be inside her. "My beautiful present," I whispered. We
fucked slowly at first, then faster and faster as we each felt our
pleasure build.

Ria was the first to cum. I heard her cry out "yes" before wrapping
her legs and arms around me and holding on with all her strength.
Seconds later it was my turn. My balls throbbed and exploded as I came
inside her. Neither of us moved as the sensations of pleasure
overwhelmed us. 

As I withdrew from her we kissed deeply again, holding onto each other
tightly under the tree. "Merry Christmas," I whispered to her before
we both dozed off for several minutes.

Ria and I enjoyed each other three more times over night and into the
morning, all under the Christmas tree, before we finally parted. There
wasn't much work for me to get done on Christmas Day, which was a good
thing because I kept replaying my time with Ria over and over in my
head.

I went back to the store the following day even though I didn't need
anything, and found Ria back behind one of the registers. "Hi there,"
she said when it was my turn. "Did you enjoy your Christmas?"

"The best present I ever unwrapped," I said "It made me wish Christmas
came more than just once a year."

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