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He was finally done for the day. She watched from a distance as the final shoppers were herded back out through the shopping mall doors, into the dim evening light of the frosty high street. Her heart thumped in her chest – she wouldn’t have to wait much longer. She never had a hope of resisting. Dizzy with excitement, her eyes eagerly sought him out once again. The legendary older man in his white trimmed, plush red velvet suit was still sat in his grand chair, no doubt tired from the afternoon crowds. 
Over the past couple of weeks since her office had closed for Christmas, she’d come to this same shopping mall. At first because it had the best value shops for Christmas shopping, then as time went on, because of Santa. Well, she knew he wasn’t really Santa Claus, but he was closer to her imaginings of him than any other man she’d ever seen. Without even realising it, she’d found herself noticing which afternoons he was there, then perching on a nearby bench or by the fountain with a coffee and a magazine. Sneaking looks, and swallowing her lust. 
Excitement had overcome fear, and now here she was. Closing time Saturday afternoon, Christmas Eve eve, waiting to pounce like a big cat in the long grass. Time to make her move; now or never. He wouldn’t be there for long now the main doors were being locked. The cleaners had moved to the upstairs level, it was just the two of them down here now. Her and Santa. 
Wondering just how –and, to be honest, why – her legs were carrying her, she made her way self-consciously over to Santa. Dreading and welcoming it all at once, it finally happened – their eyes met. Hers, she felt sure, shining with excitement and nervous terror; his friendly but questioning.  
“Good evening Miss. I’m afraid we’re all done for the day, if you wanted a chat with Santa…  
…hey, you look a little lost. You OK?” 
With a flush of embarrassment, she realised she’d stopped stock-still in front of the red-carpeted steps before his gilt chair the moment he addressed her. And she was now staring at him, at his magical twinkly-eyed, wrinkled brow elderly Santa-face, with what was certain to be a wide-eyed, giddy smile.  
“Um, *cough* yes, I’m fine, thank you. Yes, I was just… er, I wondered…” 
He flashed her a grin from beneath his trademark whiskers.  
“I’ve noticed you sitting over there on the bench over these past few weeks, young lady. You been spying on Santa?” 
Her mind went totally blank. He’d noticed? Damn. She thought she’d been quite discreet.  
He let out a throaty chortle, then he beckoned her up the steps with a white gloved hand and a welcoming smile. 
“Come. Sit on Santa’s lap. A pretty little thing like you shouldn’t look so frightened. Come tell Santa all your worries and we’ll see what we can do.” 
Entranced, she reached out to take the hand he offered. It was like the final click in the combination. All her worries seemed to dissolve in that instant, her real-world defences falling away. Smiling up at him with the courage gained from his touch, she walked up the scarlet steps to Santa’s platform as if each one transported her deeper into a different, magical world.  
Santa sat back into the chair with a grunt as she reached the space in front of him, his heavy black boots to each side of her legs. He took her other hand in his, grasping both her small fists in his giant, warm ones, and looked at her in sudden serious consideration.  
“Right then Miss. You’re safe here with Santa now. What would you like?” 
She knew the answer to that one. From the wicked glint in Santa’s eye, she could tell he was mulling over similar thoughts, a million miles away from his pure and virtuous image.  
“Please Santa… May I… sit on your lap?” 
“Hmm. Yes, I think I’d like that very much young lady.  
Watch you don’t snag your tights on Santa’s boots… there we are…” 
He helped her position herself on his lap, her bottom over his crotch and her stocking-clad legs dangling over one of his. Her skirt had ridden up somewhat obscenely during her climb, rendering her rather more slutty than the ‘virginal young lady meeting Santa’ scene she’d often dreamed about.  
Santa’s breath came hot and rapid by her ear. It became clear that talking from this point onwards was, quite frankly, surplus to requirements. She felt a definite stirring from beneath her bottom; the sight of her exposed thighs, her quivers of excitement and the risk of being caught obviously having a dramatic effect on him.  
This was her masturbatory scene come to life, and it was doing a number on her, too. Between her legs, at the apex of her thighs, was fast becoming a slippery mess. She felt her lust seeping from her, threatening to leave a puddle on Santa’s lap. She didn’t dare imagine what sort of punishment there’d be for such naughtiness, but just knowing for certain that there’d be one was teasing enough.  
“You know your trouble young lady? You’re extremely good…  
…he broke off for a small moan as he felt beneath her and adjusted his still-growing erection, 
She melted. Well, at least part of her did. The thought that she’d just leaked her excited lust all over Santa’s lap just made her leak even more.  
They reached down together, her to pull aside her sodden knickers and Santa to free his engorged cock. Hard as candy cane and twice as sweet, she thought to herself, licking her lips.  
Would she taste it? No, not yet. Not right now. She wanted so desperately to feel it inside her, to feel Santa filling her with his magical warmth.  
The eager anticipation was shared. No sooner had Santa freed his straining dick that he was reaching for her, his whiskered lips growling praise, kinky threats and promises into her ear while his fingers worked beneath her skirt. Lifting her up, opening her up entirely, positioning himself under her. Trousers yanked down to free merely the important part of him, the rest still concealed by his lush uniform.  
Heat radiated from his cock which had slumbered all day, to roar into life at her unexpected beckoning. She felt the presence of it even before the first touch of Santa-flesh to her swollen labia, then gasped back a cry of pure delight as he nestled his tip into her tight, wet entrance.  
Leaning forwards to allow him full access with his cock also gave him a fleeting view of her from behind, and she heard him groan aloud at the sight. Gripping her arms with what was surely an aching need right from the bottom of his bulging sac, he slammed her down on to his throbbing rod. Driving his cock home masterfully, he gave this girl exactly what she wanted for Christmas.  
“ Ma’am! Ma’am? I’m afraid you’re going to have to leave now, we’re closing.” 
With a sigh she drained the last of her coffee, left her raunchy reverie, and joined the merry crowd of shoppers filling the festively-lit high street. It was Christmas Eve tomorrow; she supposed she should actually start her Christmas shopping. 
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Linda Franks was finishing the laundry and packing. It was noon on Christmas Eve. Her husband was out doing some last-minute shopping, her oldest child was working a seasonal job, and her other two kids were already at their grandparents' house, which is where Linda and her husband would be going tomorrow, to attend mass and open Christmas presents.
Then came the call that would change Linda's afternoon plans. It was her husband on his cell phone. "Honey, I just got a call from my boss. He asked me to ask you for a big favor. You know that Santa thing that he has at the mall?"
Linda's husband had told her about it once, briefly. The owner of her husband's company was involved in some charity organization that sponsored the Santa Claus display at the local mall. This wasn't a big-town mega-mall, but it was Linda's little town's biggest shopping center. As Linda recalled, the charity group paid someone to play Santa, and children got to meet him and have their picture taken with Santa. The parents paid for the pictures, which is how the group made money for charity. This was a common thing in business, her husband explained, where a rich company owner is on a charity board, orders his employees to actually do the work on their own time, and the owner takes the credit. "Yeah, I guess," Linda replied to her husband.
"The woman that worked there taking the photos just up and quit. My boss asked me if you would go over there for a few hours to help out."
What a strange request, Linda thought. "Oh, honey, I'm pretty busy, and in no mood to deal with crying kids. I don't know anything about photography. Why me? Can't they find someone else?"
"My boss said that he thought of you because you would fit into the costume."
"Costume?" Linda pictured some sort of Mrs. Claus outfit. "Does he think I'm fat?"
"Of course not. Just tall, I guess."
Linda was tall, exactly 5' 10" tall, and for a forty-three-year-old brunette mom, not in bad shape, although she'd love to drop a couple of pounds.
In the world of corporate management, with looming layoffs in the New Year, Linda's husband reminded her of how important it could be not to turn down such a request, no matter how silly or demeaning. Reluctantly, Linda agreed to go to the mall for the afternoon. She took just a few minutes to freshen up, and drove, as slow as she could, to the mall.
The "North Pole", or a low-budget mall version of it, was in an empty storefront near the center of the mall. Santa's "throne", a red velvet armless chair on a white gazebo, was empty, but Linda found "Santa" in a back room, in costume, but with his beard and hat off. Sitting in folding chairs next to him were two "Elves" in similar elf outfits, except one was predominantly red, and the other green. Both were smoking cigarettes. Linda introduced herself. The man in the Santa suit only referred to himself as "Santa." The elves referred to themselves as "The Red Elf" and "The Green Elf". Santa was predictably an old man beyond retirement age, tall with thinning gray hair and a pretty realistic gut. Both of the elves appeared to be actual midgets or dwarves, and middle-aged at least, with day-old growths of beards. None of them appeared to be jolly.
The Red Elf dropped his cigarette, stamped it out on the floor with his curly-toed slipper, stood up and said, "Your costume's hanging over here." He fetched it off a rack, and threw it to Linda. Linda caught it, and looked at the bunched-up red garment. This was NOT a Mrs. Claus costume. There was barely anything to it at all.
"This can't be all if it," commented Linda.
"That's it, honey," replied The Green Elf. "Go put it on in the bathroom over there. Our lunch break is about over."
Linda removed her coat and stepped into the bathroom that The Green Elf had pointed to. The costume consisted of two articles. The main article was a red "dress", for lack of a better term. It was a low-cut strapless velvet dress with a built-in shelf bra. There was a band of white fur along the neckline, and also white fir running down the front to her waist. The hem, also with a band of white fur along the edge, barely covered the crotch, and flared out away from Linda's body. The only other article of clothing were matching red "spanky pants" as cheerleaders called them, essentially red velvet panties, cut high so it didn't even cover all of her mature ass cheeks.
Linda made sure the bathroom door was locked good, and got completely naked. She pulled up the panties and dress, zipped the dress up in back, and looked at herself in the mirror. This was not an outfit that a mature mom should wear in public. Linda's long legs were in pretty good shape for her age, but she thought her thighs just a bit thick in this kind of skirt, especially without any hose or leotards. When she lifted her arms, the red crotch of her panties came into view. But it was the bust that popped out the most. The outfit was styled for a fairly busty woman, but Linda's matronly 40D breasts were pushed up and spilling over the top. "My husband's boss envisioned me in this?" she thought.
Linda was considering discarding the outfit and changing back into her own clothes, when an elf pounded on the door. "Hurry up, the customers are waiting!" Linda stepped out and was greeted by a long stare from the little Red Elf. "Whoa, you fill that out nicely!" He also presented her with three other items - black pointed slippers with little jingle bells on the ends, a thick black vinyl belt, and a red Santa-styled stocking cap that Linda placed on the top of her thick brunette shoulder-length hair.
The Red Elf quickly instructed Linda on her job, as The Green Elf opened the doors and let a line of "customers" in. Basically, all Linda had to do was click a Polaroid camera mounted on a tripod. The awkward part was that Linda had to lean over to look in the viewfinder. Immediately Linda noticed both moms and dads standing around her and watching her, not Santa. Dads were standing behind her and looking up her short skirt as she bent over. Other dads would stand next to the camera, looking down at her exposed cleavage as she bent over.
And that little low-cut strapless dress sure exposed a lot of Linda's large breasts. It only took a slight lean forward, or a shrug of her shoulders, for the dress to gap open enough to expose her cleavage way south the part that still had a little tan from the summer, to the nearly-transparent white flesh of her breasts.
Linda also became aware that while Santa's throne area was out of view from people outside the store, Linda herself was very visible to anybody out in the corridor. There seemed to be a number of male window shoppers eyeing her.
The normally festive Linda might have enjoyed spending an afternoon surrounded by Christmas trees, large candy canes, tinsel, and thousands of Christmas lights. But instead it seemed surreal and gaudy, like a strip club, all because of the embarrassment of posing half-dressed before the customers as well as Santa and the Elves, who couldn't seem to take their eyes off her body on display.
One of the dads asked to have his picture taken with Santa, and Linda. Linda declined, until The Red Elf whispered, "He's a paying customer. The boss'll be pissed if you refuse." Linda stepped to Santa's left side. The Red Elf took the photo, imploring Linda to lean over further so her head didn't get cut off the top of the photo. But Linda really suspected that The Elf wanted her to show more cleavage. Certainly Santa and the dad were looking down her top.
"Come in closer," said the aged Santa. Santa put his left arm around the outside of Linda's left thigh and pulled her close to him. Just before the photo was snapped, Santa slid his hand under her skirt and over her ass, and squeezed her bare cheek left naked by her bunching panties. Linda endured the grope for a moment, and said nothing in front of the dad. Santa wasn't wearing his gloves, she noticed.
A number of moms and dads that Linda knew around town came in and saw her in her sexy outfit, to Linda's mortification. Few of them looked her in the eyes when they spoke to her. One dad she knew from her son's baseball team looked her up and down and quipped, "I didn't know we had a Rockette in our neighborhood."
As he walked away, she heard The Red Elf murmur to the others, "Those legs are giving me a rockette."
When the crowds thinned, there would be moments where they waited for someone else to come into the Christmas room. The elves took these opportunities to get fresh with Linda, making crude comments about her outfit and her body. While standing next to her, the two little men's eyes were about at Linda's hip-level. When working with a crowded room, both elves took the opportunity to slide past Linda and get in a quick feel of her ass. Linda noticed, and got irritated and a little flustered each time, but didn't say anything in front of the customers. Several times she felt a cool breeze on her butt and believed that one elf or the other was lifting her skirt from behind to expose her butt, at least once when a dad that lived on her block was behind her.
During a break in the crowds about mid-afternoon, Linda noticed Santa taking a whisky bottle out of his pocket and taking a swig. Then she saw him sharing the bottle with the Elves. "Two more hours with the little bastards," Santa said. "Then I'm on a bus out of town."
Other male customers demanded photos with Linda, and sometimes with the elves, too. The elves were more than happy to pose with Linda, even suggesting it to customers. As Linda bunched in to pose, there was always at least one hand sneaking feels of her thighs and ass. Sometimes it was Santa's, sometimes one of the elves, often more than one of them. As the afternoon were on, the three men were beginning to get noticeably intoxicated, and their behavior grew increasingly obnoxious. The touches of her ass went beyond a little pat, to bawdy squeezing and shaking of her meaty ass flesh. Santa preferred to slide his palm right down the middle of her butt crack, pressing his finger into her velvet-covered crack. Linda found that these little gooses gave her the shivers. She wondered if that's where the term "goose bumps" came from.
"How about having a drink with me later, Linda?" asked The Red Elf. "Ever done it with a little man? See how big my head and body are? I have a man-sized cock!" The Red Elf pointed to the Green Elf. "'Tiny Tim' over there is proportional. It means he has a little weenie."
"No!" Linda replied, with a feeling of revulsion at the thought of having an affair with a man half her size. But she had noticed that The Red Elf had a large head and body, that only his arms and legs were short, where The Green Elf had a smaller head and body, and looked more proportional. She caught herself trying to picture them naked, and then stopped when the Red Dwarf snuggled his stubbly cheek into her cleavage.
Linda was suffering from "wardrobe malfunctions." She couldn't keep the little red panties from riding up i
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