elderly couple

As you ready to step out of the magic shop, the clerk calls after you,"don't forget your bag!" You retrieve the red velour drawstring bag, expecting something to be in it. There is nothing other than the white fur trim near the five-gallon-sized bag's open mouth. A little disappointed, you now exit the store.

You wonder if the sexy Santa's helper suit will really work as she said. It seemed hard to believe the world would turn a blind, much less approving, eye toward your nasty, naughty dalliances. There was only one way to find out. You hoped the Christmas magic worked, otherwise you might be removed from the mall, or worse. Though what could be worse than a young woman being banned from the mall?

You smile as you merrily strut down the mall corridor, deciding to help at Santa's Wonderland. On the way, you spot a very genteel elderly couple sharing a bench, apparently resting from a day of Christmas shopping. They were both well-dressed, and quite handsome for folks that looked to be approaching eighty.

"Well, how are you two doing today?" you ask as you approach them, bending over to see if you would get a rise out of the conservative-looking woman. The woman just smiles sweetly and compliments you.

"My, aren't you a pretty young lady!" she gushes, taking in your ornate costume.Her husband just smiles, but you can see him admiring the view your corsetted cleavage affords. You know he sees your little pink aureoles, nestled just above the feathery white fur trim. as well as the nipples, growing harder and longer by the second under this blatant exhibitionism. Your outthrust boobs form a tight little valley in the middle of your chest. You glance at the man's crotch while the woman continues to compliment. It seems he is the one you are getting a rise out of.

You take full advantage. As the woman talks of shopping for their grandkids, you stay interested, turning to lightly rest your barely concealed asscheeks on the old man's lap. You feel an even more delightful development.

"Ooh! I feel something hard against my bum!" you quietly admit, lifting up from your impromptu seat.

"Oh my, Egbert!" the woman exclaims, looking at the large bulge in his dress slacks."You've got wood!"

"You're a miracle worker!" the woman says, almost jumping from her seat to give you a heartfelt hug.

"Oh, no ma'am," you shyly blush, just glad the woman wasn't upset by your blatant cockteasing actions.

"No, no, I mean it!" she continues. "Egbert hasn't been able to perform since his stroke ten years ago. It truly is miraculous!"

You had been prepared to take care of the man, but decided a less selfish scenario.

You put a tight white kid leather gloved hand to your face, one finger over your lips in thought. "You know," you say slyly, casually keeping the man's wood in place with your other working hand, "Penny's bedding department is pretty quiet this time of day. Why don't you two head over there now for a little afternoon delight?"

You smile as the woman practically drags the man in Penny's direction. It is now the old man who gives you a quick hug. "Thank you, honey" he smiles before he is dragged away.

You feel a strange, but not unpleasant, tingling through your breasts. And a jingling in your bag. You look inside. It is empty no more. You pullout a large pack of Viagra and hand it to the man before he disappears.

"We never got your name.." he says as he is pulled away.

"Just little Kristy Kringle!" you giggle as he disappears around a corner.