10 comments/ 30715 views/ 10 favorites Substitute Santa By: Stephanie_Rose Publication of any and all trademarks contained herein are not authorized by, associated with, nor sponsored by the trademark owners. ~~~ "But Mommy? Are you sure Santa's coming this year?" Tia Dickinson looked down at her six year-old son, Brandon. Though several inches of snow were thick on the ground, the early morning Denver sun shone in through the window in their apartment, lighting up his features. She smiled at the innocent look on his face. Having adopted him just after his second birthday, she was ever amazed at their physical similarities: He had her café au lait skin; her sandy-brown, naturally curly hair; her dark, sparkling eyes; her inquisitive, yet bubbly personality. It was as if he were hers biologically. However, now, his dark eyes were still bright, but were now tinged with a bit of sadness. "Of course Santa's coming, honey," she said, buttoning his colorful SpongeBob SquarePants coat. Brandon hated the childish coat, now at the age where he preferred to have a big-boy coat. But for now, his current coat would do well to protect him from Denver, Colorado's bitter cold. Once he was all buttoned up, Tia tweaked Brandon's cute, button nose, causing him to smile; his missing front tooth giving him an impish grin. "It's like I told you earlier," Tia said, "Santa's still coming, but he's just not bringing as much this year. But he's definitely still coming." The corners of his tiny mouth turned downward. "But how's he going to find us?" She sighed deeply, remembering how they had to suddenly move from their large, newly built house in a suburb of Denver to an older apartment in a lower-income part of the inner city. "Santa knows everything, honey. He can find us." "But how?" Brandon asked as she put on his gloves. "Never you mind," Tia said, finishing his winter wardrobe with a warm hat. "Just do well in school today, and Santa will take care of the rest." She shuffled him to the door, grabbing her coat and her keys on the way. "And don't forget what I told you before: Toys are good, but family and friends are what really matter." "I know, Mommy," he said, exasperated. "But how is Santa going to find us?" he asked again as he put his bookbag over his arm. Tia paused at the doorway. "I'll tell you what. After I drop you off at school, I'll go to the North Pole myself and check. I'll make sure Santa has your list and that he knows where we live now." Brandon's eyes widened. "You're going to see Santa today? Can I go? Please?" Tia shook her head as she ushered them out the door and down to her car. "Santa says that all kids have to go to school. So, only grown-ups can go see Santa. But I promise: Come Christmas, you'll have everything on your list." "Promise?" he asked, once he was buckled into the passenger's seat, his dark eyes looking up at her. "I promise," she said. Then she turned on the ignition, and gave him a bright smile, but she couldn't help the tinge of sadness that had suddenly settled deep in the pit of her stomach. ~~~ Later that morning, as she walked into Denver's Cherry Creek shopping center, she was bombarded with the trappings of Christmas. There were brightly decorated trees galore in the upscale shopping center, along with tinsel and miniature bunches of mistletoe. In the center of the mall was the Santa display, with a rotund impersonator cheerfully taking requests from the cute children in the line. More sadness washed over Tia, and she realized that she had to give Brandon a good Christmas. He'd simply been through too many hardships that year. Tia adopted Brandon as a single parent, so there was no father around to help shoulder the load. Her own parents had died years earlier, and, as an only child, the responsibility of raising her son fell squarely on her shoulders. However, from the very first day, she loved him dearly and happily accepted the responsibility. She loved their time together and worked hard to build a good life for the both of them. The same year he came to live with her, she bought Brandon the house with the big backyard that she wanted him to grow up in. For four years, they lived in a nice home in a brand-new subdivision on the outskirts of Denver. Furthermore, she enjoyed her job as an executive secretary at a Fortune 500 company and was making a great living. Despite some tough times as a single parent, life had been good to them. That is, until last year. In January, her department's budget was cut in half, and she'd lost her job, as did her boss and half of their department. Adding insult to injury, she'd had no luck finding another job that was comparable. Over that year, she eventually found a series of part-time jobs, but they just didn't bring in enough income. Luckily, the Denver Department of Human Services office granted them a food assistance benefit card, which went a long way towards buying groceries. Unfortunately, making her monthly mortgage payment proved to be impossible. Her caseworker was as helpful as possible, but the burden became too much for her. This year, faced with foreclosure, she and Brandon had to leave their house and downsize into a smaller apartment. And if things weren't bad enough, her part-time work began to dry up, her hours having been cut, and now even making the rent was uncertain. Additionally, with the move, Brandon had to change schools. Tia's heart hurt at the fact that her little guy had to deal with even more upheaval. To his credit, however, Brandon was a trooper. He kept a smile and continued to have the bright, sparkling personality he'd always had. As such, she wanted this Christmas to be extra special. But she had no idea how that was going to happen. As she made her way through the mall, Tia kept her head up, and silently wished the happy shoppers a Merry Christmas. "No sense in being mad at someone else's good fortune," she said, as she walked past the upscale stores. Passing by all of the shoppers, she took the escalator to the second floor and headed toward the center display of white artificial Christmas trees. Her heart skipped a beat as she walked to "her" tree. She peered at the very-familiar spot on the middle of the tree and held her breath. Then she gasped. Brandon's nametag was still there. Her heart dropped. Through the DHS office, Tia signed up for the Salvation Army's Angel Tree program. Not wanting anything for herself, she signed Brandon up to receive gifts through generous donors. The day after Thanksgiving, the mall set up trees that had nametags for each of the children in the program. Each child had written a wish list with two or three items, and the lists were attached to each child's nametag. As directed, the mall patrons went to the trees, picked out a name, or names, and bought gifts according to the child's wishes. The donors then took the gifts to the mall office where they were wrapped and prepared for delivery on Christmas Day. She was a bit embarrassed earlier as she walked by all of the expensive stores on the way to the Angel Trees, but as was explained to her, more affluent shoppers most likely had more disposable income to donate to such a worthy cause. Tia then noticed that several of the tags around Brandon's name had been selected, but Brandon's tag was still there. Her caseworker had warned her that girls' names usually went quicker than boys' did, but Tia still had faith that a generous Angel would pick Brandon's name and fulfill his Christmas wish list. With now only two weeks left until Christmas, she sighed as she touched Brandon's nametag. "I need a miracle, Santa," she whispered. "An Angel. A Christmas Angel. For Brandon." Then she thought about her empty apartment building, and more importantly, her empty bed. "And for me, Santa, please send me a Christmas Angel too. Someone to love. And someone to love me. Someone kind and good. And someone who loves kids." Going back to the tree, she silently re-read Brandon's list. A huge wrestling fan, all he wanted was a few WWE wrestling action figures and a miniature wrestling ring. He also wanted a new set of crayons and a new coloring book. And last on his list was a new, big-boy coat. Tia smiled, wanting to give him so much more, but proud and happy at the fact that out of everything that had happened to them, he still had the ability to dream. All of a sudden, Tia heard a soft, feminine voice speak. "There's a lot of needy kids out here, huh?" She spun around and found herself looking into the eyes of the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen. "Ex..excuse me," Tia stuttered. The woman smiled as she picked a couple of nametags from the tree. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. I was just noticing how many more names there are this year than last year." "You've done this before?" Tia asked. The woman nodded. "I own a company and we adopt several children each year. And every year, there are more and more children to help." The woman pointed to Brandon's nametag. "You're going to pick that name?" Embarrassed about her circumstances, Tia took the easy way out. "Yes," she lied. "I wanted to get a boy's name this year." The woman smiled. "I completely understand. I have a son myself. And secretly, it's so much fun to buy for boys!" Tia smiled back. In the moments that followed, she studied the stunning woman next to her, who was now looking at more nametags to select. Tia first noticed the woman's rich, dark skin. The color of deep chocolate, the woman's skin was smooth and flawless. She had long, black hair that was pulled into a long ponytail. The wisps of hair that escaped, perfectly framed the woman's beautiful face and striking features. The woman's lips were full and luscious, and were colored in a rich berry lipstick. She had gold shadow on her eyelids that made her dark eyes sparkle. She wore a simple, knee-length, black wool coat, but had a soft-white cashmere scarf, with a matching beret and gloves. She had an expensive handbag slung over her shoulder, along with a short, black wool skirt and tall leather boots that encased her shapely legs. "Do I pass inspection?" Tia looked up to see the woman looking right at her. Tia's café au lait cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment. "I...I was just..." The woman laughed. "It's okay. I was just teasing." She now had several nametags in her hand. "Well, I have all my names. It was nice to meet you...um..." "Tia," she said as she held out her hand. "Tia Dickinson." The woman's grip was soft and firm all at the same time. "Nice to meet you, Tia. I'm Angela. Angela McKinley." Then she took her nametags and slid them in her purse. "Good luck to you, Tia, and have a Merry Christmas." "And the same to you." Tia, still awed at her beauty, watched her walk away. A sly smirk on her face, she then turned back to the tree. Then she gasped. She was horrified to see that Brandon's nametag was still there. "Oh no!" Tia groaned. "She must have thought that I was taking his nametag!" Her shoulders slumped. "Great job, Tia," she said, scolding herself. Sadly, she looked at her watch and realized she still needed to run some errands before picking Brandon up from school. She turned to leave, but stopped cold when she heard the same soft voice. "You know, I don't know what it is, but something made me come back here." Tia looked up to see Angela again standing next to her. "Excuse me?" Tia said. "I was saying, I don't know what it was, but something made me come back to this tree. I think I'm supposed to get another name." "Another name?" Tia asked. Angela nodded. "As I walked away, something told me to check my nametags. When I did, I realized that I only had girls. I guess I'm back to get a boy's name." Tia's eyes grew wide. "Really?" Angela looked at the nametag on the tree that Tia had been looking at. "I thought you were going to take that name," she said, peering at the tag. "Brandon, isn't it?" Tia panicked, embarrassment again rushing up inside of her. But she decided to ignore it, in favor of the truth. "I have a confession to make," Tia said. "I wasn't going to pick that name." She nervously shuffled from one foot to the other. "See, Brandon's my son. That's his nametag. We...we...we need help this year. I was just here checking to see if someone had picked his name yet." Tia's face grew hot, as she stared at her feet. "Well, it looks like someone has." Tia looked up. "Huh?" Angela had a big smile on her face as she held up Brandon's nametag. "Looks like Brandon's nametag's been chosen." Scalding-hot tears welled up in Tia's eyes. "Oh God, thank you! Thank you so much!" Angela reached into her handbag and pulled out the other nametags. "I guess it was a good thing that I came. See, my assistant usually handles this, but she resigned two months ago after she got married and her husband was transferred out of town. So I have Angel duty this year." Angela then took Brandon's nametag and added it to the others in her hand. "Anyway, you can do me a huge favor, Tia." Tia reached for a piece of tissue in her purse and quickly wiped her eyes. "What's that?" "Well, if you have time, can you help me go ahead and get all the gifts right now? We can get everything together, and, that way, you can help me find what Brandon wants too." She hesitated. "That is, if you have the time?" Tia checked her watch again. Her errands could wait. As such, she had plenty of time before she had to pick Brandon up from school. "Sure," Tia said, a bright smile crossing her face. "I'd love to." ~~~ Over the next two hours, they shopped at a number of stores in the mall. Getting along immediately, they laughed and shared funny stories as Angela purchased several items of clothing for each of the children, including Brandon's new coat. As they shopped, Tia was surprised to find her initial attraction growing. Angela proved to be generous, sweet, kind and caring. Not to mention drop-dead gorgeous. Tia found herself wondering if Angela was gay and whether she was single. Taking care of Brandon meant that her dating life had been put on hold for quite some time, so she wasn't quite sure of the current protocol to find out who was gay or not, let alone whether they were single. So Tia just kept cool and admired the beautiful woman from afar. Once all of the clothes had been bought, they went to the toy store and, according to the wish lists, picked out several items for each child. After they were all done, they went to the mall office, and dropped off the gifts, making sure that all of the paperwork was correct and that each gift would get to the right child. "You were a big help today," Angela said as they sat in the mall's food court. Sipping on cups of hot chocolate, the two women got more acquainted. "I couldn't have gotten this done without you." "It was my pleasure. And thanks again for Brandon's gifts. I appreciate that so much." Angela was quiet as she stirred her hot chocolate. "So this year's been tough for you?" Tia took a deep breath. For some unknown reason, she felt a real kinship to this generous woman. Ignoring her natural reticence, she quickly explained their circumstances. "So you see," Tia said when she'd finished, "we've needed a bit of help lately." "Well, so do I," Angela replied. "How so?" Angela pulled out a business card and handed it to her. "I run a construction company here in town." Tia took the card. "McKinley and Associates? And you do construction? Wow. That's impressive." Angela smiled. "I inherited the company from my dad. But I really need a new assistant, since Carolyn left. Would you be interested?" Tia's heart nearly stopped beating. "Me? Are you sure? We barely know each other!" Angela smiled more brightly. "You've been a great companion so far. And a wonderful helper. I'd love to have you on my team." Then Angela grew more serious. "But I will need quite a bit of help. Ever since Carolyn left, things have gotten really backed up. And with Christmas coming soon, a lot of my staff will be taking time off, so I'll need a lot of help getting things organized and back where they were." She paused. "So...I won't be taking you from a significant other, will I?" Tia shook her head. "Brandon's got a great babysitter, so he'll be fine. But as far as a significant other? I haven't had a girlfriend in quite a while, so no." Angela smirked. "Girlfriend, huh?" She plucked the card out of Tia's hands and quickly wrote on the back. "Anyway, here's my cell. Call me tonight and we'll get you started tomorrow, okay?" She handed the card back to Tia. Tia took the card back. She saw Angela's cell phone number, and the small heart that Angela had drawn next to it. Tia smiled, growing warm at Angela's affection. "I most definitely will." ~~~ Later that afternoon, Tia pulled up to Brandon's school and cut the car off. As she waited, thoughts of Angela raced through her mind. A few minutes later, though, right on schedule, Brandon bounded out of the front door, over the snow and the ice, and ran to the car. "I told you about running," Tia said, reprimanding him as he jumped inside. "That ice is slippery." He barely got into the car before the barrage of questions started. "What about Santa, Mommy?" Brandon asked, breathless. "Was he there? Did you see him?" Tia feigned forgetfulness as she buckled him in. "Santa? What about Santa?" "Mommy!" he cried, exasperated. "Did you go to the North Pole like you said? Did you see Santa? Did you give him our new address?" Tia smiled. "I sure did, honey." Brandon nearly jumped out of his skin and his face lit up like the Christmas lights in the school windows. "Really, Mommy?" Tia tweaked his nose. "I most certainly did. And you're going to get everything on that list. And Santa got us something else too." "What Mommy?" "Santa got Mommy a new job!" "Yea!" Brandon squealed, his face as bright and happy as she often remembered it. "Santa's great!" Tia nodded, as tears came to her eyes, glad that Brandon was so joyful. "She sure is." ~~~ The next morning, once Brandon was at school, Tia reported for her first day of work. McKinley and Associates was located on two floors of a tall, glass building right in downtown Denver. Fortunately, it was a short commute from her apartment. She found Angela to be a sympathetic boss, but also very sure and confident about how to run her company. As such, Tia fit right in with her and with the other staff. As the days progressed, Tia began to enjoy going to work everyday and sharing in the camaraderie that Angela fostered. Using the skills she'd acquired at her prior secretarial job, Tia first began organizing Angela's schedule, even making suggestions as to how Angela could be more efficient with the office technology she already had available to her. For example, Tia synched Angela's BlackBerry with the office calendar function on both of their computers, which allowed the two women to conduct business even when Angela was out of the office for hours at a time. Angela was so impressed with Tia's first couple of days, that she expanded Tia's job, and her pay, to include a review of the files in the computer system. As Tia began to organize all of the company files, she found that although all of Angela's construction files were computerized, her father's old files weren't. In fact, many of the elder McKinley's files were still in storage boxes. Armed with a definitive purpose, Tia immediately began to catalogue all of Angela's files with those of her father. Fortunately, Tia had a friendly neighbor that had two children of her own that Brandon liked to play with. With her new income, Tia was able to pay the woman to keep Brandon until late in the evening. She used those extra hours to work more with Angela. In just over a week, by working evenings and the weekend, Tia had computerized all of the files, and cross-referenced them by job type, job size and the amount the job brought in. Substitute Santa Authors note: A little holiday quickie for all my avid readers. A longer one is out to the editors and hopefully will be back in time for this contest! Enjoy! * I've always enjoyed the Christmas holiday, and this year was no different. It wasn't just getting presents, because to be honest I gave far more than I would ever receive. That was what Christmas was all about - giving, not getting, so when one of the secretaries at work stuck her head in the door and asked for some Christmas help, how could I refuse? "Michael..." Donna called lyrically as she stuck her head in my door. "Michael, I need some help." "Sure. What can I do for you?" "My husband got sent out of town, and we're supposed to go be Mister and Missus Clause at one of the shelters." "Uh huh. And?" "And I was just kind of wondering, if you'd be a really good sport and fill in for him?" She asked hopefully. "Where at?" I asked, hoping for a bit more detail. "Columbus house," she said. "Oh, I know that one. It's one of the abuse shelters. I don't have a suit or anything though." "Don't worry, I have a suit and everything," she said with a grin. "So it comes down to you having a suit and needing someone to fit into it?" I asked half jokingly. "Something like that, besides, I know you're a good sport. So how about it? Wanna help me make some kids happy?" "Sure. What time do we have to be there?" "Six-thirty. I'll even buy you some McDonalds on the way there." "Ok. How about five-thirty out front. I'll drive if you want." "Sounds great. Thanks Michael!" She said pulling her head out of my doorway and heading down the hall. Donna was one of those wonderful women that always had a smile on her face, even when the office was falling apart around her. At half my age she'd never be a beauty queen. She was only about five foot five or so, and, well let's just say she's big bodied. Not fat, just on the thick side. I've occasionally wondered just how much of her weight was fat and how much was just being big boned. She also had a very large pair of...well...you know. They had to be at least something in the multiple D category, not that I was an expert in sizing breasts other than 'damn they were big'. The rest of the day zipped by, and I met her at the door heading to the parking lot at five-thirty. We walked to her car and got out two huge duffle bags, carrying them the few rows to where I was parked. A quick trip to McDonalds drive through, and we were on our way across town. We would have been more than early enough if it hadn't been for some idiot in front of us who decided that he just had to force his way through the intersection after the light turned red, leading to a messy little accident. That little incident meant that we were not early but actually fifteen minutes late getting to the shelter. "Sorry we're late," Donna apologized as the lady in charge of the festivities led us around the hallways to a doorway. "Not a problem. We're stalling the kids, so the quicker you get ready the better for us. I'll come get you in...say...fifteen minutes?" "Sure thing. We'll be ready!" Donna answered, opening the door to our changing room. "Oh, nice." She muttered as she led the way into what seemed little more than a large walk in closet. "Um. We're both supposed to change in here?" I asked a bit surprised. "Uh, I guess so. I suppose they were expecting my husband and me so sharing a room wouldn't have been a problem." "Yeah, I guess. I'll wait outside while you change then." "No, not if we have to go on in fifteen. Come on, we're both adults. It's not like we have to get completely naked or anything," she said, setting down her duffle bag and unzipping it. I closed the door behind us and set my bag down, unzipping it and pulling a few items out to see what I had to work with. "You're kind of thin like my hubby. There's a padding set down in the bottom you want to put on first," Donna said as she turned her back to me and pulled her knee length sweater dress up and over her head, leaving her in an industrial sized bra, based on the strap across her back, and a pair of large white panties. I stood staring, holding onto the padding thing while she bent over to start pulling on her tights. As she bent her white panty covered ass pushed out at me, stretching the material tight across her firm butt and also across her pussy, snugging against her rounded lips and creating a small cleft where it tried to pull in between them. I couldn't help but start getting a hard on, which was a bad bad thing. Not that I was overly afraid of Donna seeing that I had a hard on, but because of what I had on under my Dockers. My wife has always enjoyed seeing my almost nine inch cock, and because of that she has insisted that I wear Jockey men's bikini briefs. These very snug and skimpy underwear are her favorite choice because they utterly fail to contain my long fat cock when I get a hard on, something she encourages any time she sees me in nothing but my underwear or less. I doubted that Donna was expecting to be flashed, but if things kept going the way they were, that was exactly what was going to happen. "Come on, you better hurry. I need to help you get that strapped on," she almost hissed as she looked over her shoulder at me. "Uh yeah," I answered, turning my back to her and undoing my pants. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my pants off, tucking my cock into my underwear as far as it would go, which at the moment was mostly hidden, thankfully. "I can't find my bra. Would you check your bag please?" Donna asked from behind me. "Your bra?" I asked, turning to see her completely naked from the waist up, one arm across her chest, a hand cupping one breast so that its nipple and areola were covered by her hand and her other arm covering her other breast. Even then there was a LOT of breast visible and, well, I have a thing for breasts. Needless to say, as I bent over to dig in the bag for her bra the stretching of my underwear and the additional growth of the view she had afforded me made my cock pop out of the waistband. With no free hand to cover myself, one holding the padding and the other her white satin and fur bra, more than half of my cock was exposed to her view. "Sorry," I said sheepishly, holding the bra out to her. She stood staring at me for several long seconds before reaching for the white satin bra. "Not a problem. We're both adults here." She said reaching absent mindedly for the bra with her right hand, exposing her massive breasts. Each one hung teardrop shaped - large fat, nearly a quarter of the front of each one covered with a dark pink areola and a nipple that was nearly as big around as my pointer finger and which seemed to be growing taller with each passing second. She took the bra without taking her eyes off my protruding cock and then finally seemed to realize what she had done. "Oh sorry," she said suddenly, trying to cover her breasts with the white material and put her arms in the straps at the same time. "Um Michael?" "Yeah?" "Um, do you always wear underwear like that?" "Uh, yeah." "And do you always stick out like that?" "Only when I get turned on." I answered with an embarrassed shrug. "Um do you want to help me with this?" I asked holding up the padding. "Um sure. Let me get this buckled." She said as she reached behind her back to clasp the bra and finally got it in place. She fastened the fat strap and then reached into each side of the bra, cupping her breasts and pulling them up to settle in the bra, resulting in a nicely squeezed cleavage. "Turn around," she said, taking the padding from me. I felt her step up close to me, her tits pressing into my back as she reached around with the padding and tried to grab at the straps. I felt her reach around and grab at the swinging strap in front of me, her hand missing and briefly grabbing my exposed cock instead. "Oh damn! I'm sorry," she said as she finally got hold of the errant strap and then pulled it around my waist. "Uh huh. Heard that before," I said trying to joke the issue away. "I suppose you get lots of women grabbing that fat monster," she answered, trying to do the same. "Uh huh. Just before they sit down on it!" "Men. Always thinking their cocks are the world's gift to women." "Uh huh. Women. Always trying to get into a guy's pants and then pretending they aren't." "Maybe they have a good reason," she said with a laugh as she stepped back after fastening the last buckle on my "fat" and picked up her fuzzy red dress. "Better get some clothes on. She'll be back in a couple minutes, and I don't think you want more women checking that out." "Not exactly," I mumbled as I bent over to get my pants and pull them on. It only took a few more minutes to get all dressed and my beard in place, with us just finishing the last touches as the door opened to get us. "Here's your bag," the woman said quietly. "There's a present for each one of them, and the names are on the packages. You can come in as soon as they finish singing Jingle Bells, ok?" "All set," I answered confidently. She threw me a smile and led us down the hall toward the main room, the kids busy singing Rudolf. "Looks like we got a present for almost half the world," I whispered to Donna. "Yeah, almost. If we're short one for her, I know what you can give her," Donna joked quietly. "Uh huh. And I suppose you want a sleigh ride with Santa too?" "Yeah, right! You forget I'm Missus Clause, I can get that sleigh ride any time I want." "Uh uh. This sleigh only runs on Christmas day," I kidded back as I heard the Jingle bells start. "You are so full of it!" "Not for long. It's damn hot in here. I'm going to be sweating it out." "Yeah, I hear that. I'm dripping under this dress." "I didn't need to know that." "Why? Too personal?" "Uh uh. Sweaty women turn me on. Last thing I need is some kid sitting on Santa's lap and feeling a candy cane in his pocket." "God, you're hilarious," she said as I took a breath and started for the door with the big bag over my shoulder. It took almost an hour for me to work my way through all the kids, giving them a chance to tell Santa what they wanted and to give each their package. We worked generally from the smaller to older kids, based on the order we pulled things from the bag. The last to go were the older kids, including a few teen agers who, all but one young lady, weren't about to sit on Santa's lap. As much fun as it was, I was glad when it was over and I could get out of the sweltering outfit. "Good lord I'm hot." I mumbled as we walked to the changing room. "I can get you a towel or two if you'd like," our guide said as she led us back to the closet. "That would be nice, thank you," I answered with a smile. "Be right back," she said as she turned and headed quickly away, leaving Donna and myself standing at the door to the closet. "Come on. I'm getting out of this," I said, walking in and leaving the door open for Donna to follow. "Uh huh. I'm dripping wet!" She said as she came in and closed the door behind us. I wasted no time in pulling the whiskers and hat off and dropping them into the big duffel bag. I peeled the heavy coat off followed by the pants while Donna began tugging off her red dress. I had just gotten my boots and pants off and was standing in just my underwear and padding when our guide returned with the towels. "Here you go," she said as she stepped into the closet, holding the towels out and staring at me." "Thank you! I need this!" I said taking the towel from her and wiping my face. "Um. Uh huh," she said, backing away and then ducking out the door, closing it behind her. "Wonder what was with her, hasn't she ever seen Santa padding before?" "That kind maybe but probably not the other," Donna said with a grin as she started undoing the white bra. "What kind?" Donna dropped the bra off, leaving her in nothing but her tights and panties. "The kind that's bulging out of your soaked underwear, which by the way isn't hiding much." "Huh? I can't see with this thing on," I answered her honestly. "Here let me help you then." Donna said, stepping behind me. She started undoing the straps around the back and then went for the waist belt, reaching around me to get to it. I felt her sweaty breasts pressing against my back, sliding around slightly as she tried to undo the belt. "I can't get this. Turn around," she said quietly. I turned around to face her as she sunk down to her knees. Her face was practically at crotch level as she worked on the stubborn buckle. I looked down and saw sweat trickle down between her huge breasts as she concentrated on getting the belt off. I couldn't help it, and the more I tried to prevent it the faster it seemed to happen. Looking down at those sweaty breasts after having them pressed into my back had my already mostly hard cock filling the rest of the way until it suddenly slipped out the waist band, releasing about half of it to her view. "THERE!" She said finally, pulling the last buckle loose and allowing the padding to drop away from my body. I looked down and saw exactly what the young lady had seen, my white bikini briefs were practically see through they were so soaked with my sweat. Donna stood up and surprisingly turned around as if she were intentionally ignoring my now exposed cock. I suppose it was for the best. Seeing each other dressed, or undressed, like this was bound to make things at work a bit difficult, or at least that was what I was thinking as she bent over, pushing her tights down, the soggy material rolling down her legs and taking her panties with it. "You know, I really hate when that happens," Donna said as she stayed bent over to work the tights down her legs, completely nude from the knees up. Her bare ass stuck out at me and her now bare pussy pushed out between her legs at me. "Oh God," I mumbled as I stared at her working the tights the rest of the way off. She finally pulled them off her feet and stood up, turning to face me, letting me see her completely shaved pussy. "You like what you see?" She asked as she worked to unroll the panties from the tights. "Hell yes." I answered honestly. "I had no idea you were so good looking." "So what are you standing there for? We're not going to have all day in here." "What?" "You're horny as hell, I'm horny as hell, I owe you for helping me out here, what better way than a little mutual enjoyment?" She asked with a grin. "Now just for the record, I LOVE getting it from behind." "You sure?" "Uh huh. Give that monster to me!" She said as she turned her back to me and bent over. She reached out to hold onto the wall in front of her, spreading her legs to fully expose her pussy. "OH damn!" I breathed. "Come on. We only have time for a quickie, so don't dawdle," she said, looking over her shoulder at me. "You're serious?" She gave me an exasperated look. "You wanna fuck me or not?" "Uh sure," I answered, stepping over behind her. I pushed my underwear down to my thighs and then rubbed my engorged head up and down her slit before pushing into her obviously wet pussy. "Ohhhh fuck. I've been thinking about this since we got dressed. Geez you have a big cock." "You have a pretty damn tight pussy too," I grunted as I started stroking in and out of her, my cock being caressed and held snugly by her tight tunnel. "Yeah, my husband isn't half the size you are, so it doesn't get stretched too much. Damn, I always wondered what a big cock would feel like." "How does it feel?" "Fucking incredible," she answered as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations of my body banging into her ass. I looked down around her as best I could and saw her ponderous tits swinging like pendulums, swaying in time with my strokes. "God. I think I'm going to cum!" she moaned quietly after only a few minutes of my cock sliding in and out of her. "Fuck. Go for it." I groaned. "Shit!" she squeaked as her body began to tremble. "Sooooo fucking good!" "Uh yeah." I grunted as I felt my own orgasm starting to grow. "SHIT!" she squeaked again as her whole body shook and jerked, her pussy clenching me so tightly I could barely push into her. As suddenly as her orgasm seemed to hit, she pulled off my cock, spinning around and dropping to her knees. "Cum on my tits. Please, cum on my tits!" She begged as she wrapped both hands around my cock and started stroking it feverishly. "Oh shit. Almost!" I groaned as she worked me closer and closer to climax. "You guys ready to go?" Our guide asked as she opened the door almost at the exact same time as my cock started spewing out all over Donna's tits. My body jerked and spasmed as it spewed shot after shot of white cum all over Donna's face and chest, our guide standing at the door staring at us. "Sorry!" She squeaked quietly, backing back out and closing the door behind her. "I'm going to have some explaining to do to Suzan," Donna said with a laugh, my cum dripping off her face onto her massive tits. She stood up and wiped what she could off her face, rubbing it into her tits like it was lotion. "I love the feel of cum on my tits. Thanks for doing that!" "Uh yeah. Thanks for the fuck too. This isn't going to cause a problem at work is it?" "I don't know, are you going to give me a hard time if I ask you to fuck me again?" "You want me to fuck you again?" "With that cock? Are you kidding? Let's just call this our Christmas present to each other. A little holiday fuck now and then to keep the Christmas cheer going." "Good lord." I groaned as I stepped back and pulled my underwear up over my shrinking cock. "I wouldn't be surprised if Suzan wants a piece of that too." Donna said with a laugh. "I might have to bribe her with it to keep this quiet." "You wouldn't!" I said in shock. "In a heartbeat!" Donna said as she stepped into her panties and pulled them up. "Now get dressed before she comes back again or I might have to offer you up right here." I shook my head and stepped into my pants. I wondered how doing a good deed ended up making my life soooo much more complicated. Substitute Santa It was a difficult undertaking, but she felt a great sense of pride and accomplishment when she finished. Tia felt that because Angela had been so generous in granting Brandon's wish list, the least she could do was help Angela just as much. In the days they worked together, Tia tried to ignore the growing attraction she was feeling for her boss. Angela was a consummate professional, but Tia couldn't help but wonder if they had a chance together. Angela was strong, competent and very capable, but had a deliciously feminine side that Tia found attractive. Though Angela had a steely determination that was useful in dealing with the mostly male contractors and construction workers, she still wore ladylike skirts and suits that showed off her shapely frame. She also had a womanly confidence that Tia found irresistible. Tia found herself studying Angela when she wasn't looking, and quickly realized that her small crush was growing stronger by the day. In their talks, Tia found that Angela was a lesbian as well, and wasn't currently dating anyone. Tia found that she would have loved to try for more; however, she just as soon brushed it off, not wanting to jeopardize her job by having a relationship with her boss. Two weeks later, on Christmas Eve, Tia was sitting in the office's lunchroom. Wanting to save money, she brought her lunch everyday, which consisted of the prior night's leftovers. Angela walked in just as she was taking a bite of her sandwich, turkey on wheat bread. "You're doing a great job, Tia," Angela said, as she got a cup of coffee from the coffeemaker. Tia chewed and swallowed quickly. "Thanks!" "Sorry about that," Angela said as she sat down at Tia's table. "Go ahead and finish eating." "I'm fine," Tia said, then took a sip of water. "Anyway, I'm glad you're pleased with my work. I like working here, so I guess I want to do a great job." "And I appreciate it. You've done a lot of good so far. And setting up that computer system is going to save me a lot of time since I'll finally be able to easily reference all of Dad's old construction projects. That'll help us with the new projects we have coming in next year." Tia nodded. "I thought so. Next, I'm going to computerize all of the bid files. If my plan works, you'll be able to reference your dad's bids right along with your own. I'm even going to set it up so that when we're completing a bid, our standard company information will fill in automatically. That'll save us some typing." "That's great," Angela said, smiling. "Thanks." Then she cleared her throat. "Anyway, I was wondering...would you be interested in having a cup of coffee sometime? I mean, out of the office?" Tia hesitated. She wanted to oblige, but she really needed her job. She chose her next words very carefully. "I'd love to, Angela. I admire you and what you've done here. I just don't want to complicate things." She paused. "I really need this job and I'd worry if things went wrong between us." Angela's face fell, but she recovered quickly. "Of course. Of course, I understand." Angela got up to leave. "Well, I'll see you after lunch." In seeing Angela's disappointment, she was shocked to realize that it echoed her own. In that moment, Tia made a decision. She decided on love. "Angela, wait." Tia left her seat, went to Angela's side and her words just tumbled out. "Tomorrow, Brandon and I were going to spend a quiet Christmas together. If you're not busy, maybe you and your son can come over? That is, if you don't have any other plans. Which I'm sure you do, but --" Angela smiled. "Well, I may have to come over to your house tomorrow, anyway." Tia frowned. "Why's that?" "I got a call from the Salvation Army, yesterday," Angela said. "They told me that I had the option of delivering Brandon's gifts myself or they could do it for me. I hadn't given them an answer." Tia smiled as she placed her hand on Angela's. "Go ahead and tell them yes." ~~~ "They're having a good time, aren't they?" Tia peeked out of the kitchen to look at Brandon and Corey, Angela's seven year-old son. They were sitting on the carpet, next to Tia's modest tree, happily playing with Brandon's new wrestling action figures. "They sure are," Tia said as she brought Angela a slice of pound cake with whipped cream on top. "And thank you. Thank you for everything." "You're very welcome." They sat next to each other, enjoying the sweet treat, each lost in her own thoughts. Tia glanced at her small tree and noticed the shining Angel at the top. Then, all of a sudden, a thought hit her and she started to giggle. "What is it?" Angela asked. "Angela! Your name's Angela!" Tia cried, nearly dropping her fork. "How come I didn't see it before?" Angela frowned. "What is it?" Tia giggled even harder, but tried to compose herself before continuing. "Back at the mall, right before we met, I asked Santa for a Christmas miracle. A Christmas Angel for me and for Brandon. And he sent me you. You're my Christmas Angel...Angela." Angela began to giggle as well. "You know? I guess you're right." Tia snuggled next to Angela, drawing warmth from the beautiful, smart woman. "Now, about what I said earlier?" Tia said quietly so that the boys couldn't hear. "About us? Well..." Angela shook her head. "You've been through a lot this year. And I know that you need your job, and I would never jeopardize that. I'm attracted to you, incredibly attracted to you. But for now, let's just take it slow. And we'll see where it goes. Okay?" At Angela's tender words, a feeling of calm and peace washed over Tia. In that moment, she knew that no matter what happened, she and Brandon would be all right. "That's fine by me," Tia said, snuggling even closer. "That's fine by me." Suddenly Brandon looked up from his toys. "You were right, Mommy," he said, his dark eyes twinkling. "About what, honey?" "Toys are fun, but family and friends are funner!" The women laughed at Brandon's enthusiasm. In moments, the entire room had erupted with laughter. Soon, Brandon and Corey were holding their sides, bursting with giggles. "You're right, Brandon," Tia said, her heart filled to the brim with joy. "You're absolutely right!" ~~~ Author's note: This holiday season, please consider making a donation to one of your local charitable organizations. Thanks!