Find Santa

You make your way across to the makeshift Santa's grotto. Y your new heels clatter across the mall floor, drawing the attention of the few customers that are around this morning - which is kind of the idea. The heels make your legs seem longer and your dress seem shorter as it swishes about your bare ass.

Inside the grotto sits a bored looking Santa. There are no kids here yet. You lean against the fake entrance to the grotto and strike a pose.

"Hey Santa," you say, "got something you can put in this girl's stockings?"

Santa looks up, noticing you for the first time and his eyes go wide.

"Y-you're not wearing stockings," he says at last.

"There's a few things I'm not wearing, Santa baby," you say, thinking of the panties that are still folded neatly in your purse and the bra that didn't even leave your dressing table that morning. You walk nonchalantly towards him.

"Shall I tell you what I want for Christmas?" you ask, "When you come down my chimney?"

Santa licks his lips but seems lost for words. You sit yourself down on his lap, flipping the hem of your dress, so that your bare ass and pussy drop on to his lap. The course material of his big red suit gently scratches you in pleasurable places. You scrunch your hips right down into his crotch and feel a pleasant hardness pushing back.

"Oooh, Santa," you say, "is that the north pole in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?"

"Look, miss, I really don't think you should be doing this," he says at last, "what if somebody should see us."

"Maybe I want to be seen. Does that make me a bad girl?" you pout, "does that mean you've got no presents for me? Because I'm such a bad girl?"

"Look," Santa whispers, "I've got a break in half an hour. Maybe we could meet somewhere private?"

Do you want to meet Santa later?

Explore the mall some more?

Stay and continue to mess with Santa's head?

Help Santa empty his sack, right here, right now?