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Not So Secret Santa - by Charlotte
With only seven shopping days left until the fat man on the sleigh makes his appearance, the local malls, and all roads leading to, are complete chaos. I am halfway through the shopping I am determined to finish today and still feeling quite chipper and excited, although my mood has little to do with the mundane errands; no, I am on another mission, as well. Plus, have I mentioned I am very, VERY horny?
It was mostly X's fault; doing something a bit naughty always gets my juices flowing, and X knows just how to make me do very naughty things. Two days ago, I received an early Christmas present from him in the mail. It was more of a gift for the both of us, and he included a steamy note that flooded back memories of our last night together, plus a second note detailing what I was to do with the gift. Sitting in halted traffic, I lean my head back and squirm slightly remembering his words. I am also doing exactly as he wants me to; I'm wearing the tiny, blood-red velvet thong with white lace that threads through the top and has a mistletoe ornament tip hanging down in the front. I have on the thong, black pantyhose and nothing else underneath my red sweater dress. The thong is totally adorable, and completely soaked. The mixture of my own scent with the velvet and pantyhose is fueled by the heater in my Jeep and quite intoxicating to me. I decide to forego the trip into the mall and drive to the post office instead. X's instructions are for me to return the thong to him once I have it coated in my musk.
I find a parking spot at the end of the lot, a somewhat mixed blessing. It affords me the privacy of sliding up my dress to reach inside of my pantyhose to untie the drenched thong and pull it free; I place it into a Ziplock baggie and then into the pre-addressed, padded envelope I brought with me. The other side of the coin is the long walk to enter the building with my juices running down my inner thighs. Then again, just knowing how outageous what I am doing is, I'm already invigorated before I step out into the chilly air. Nothing is discreet about this dress now with my nipples poking against the fabric and the back hem barely pulled down over my ass; I practically strut from feeling so pleased with myself.
Once inside, I place a kiss on the envelope and drop it into the outgoing mail slot, then I round the corner to check my PO Box. There is another small box inside from X! Grinning from ear to ear, I grab it and hurry back to my Jeep. True to his sense of humor, I'm not the least surprised to find the "Old St. Prick Santa Vibe". He also knows me so very well, because the instruction note he's enclosed reads.... Char, I know you are reading this in the post office lot. Now be a nice girl and slide it deep inside of you, baby... and call me to listen...
I flip open my phone and dial. No point in trying to convince Santa this little ho-ho-ho isn't naughty now.