Flash!
By Chris
Warner
This story is written by Chris Warner, and
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Alison entered
the mall at ten minutes to ten in the evening and headed directly towards
Santa�s Grotto. She wobbled on her high heels and came close to tumbling to the
floor, which would have been disastrous considering what she was wearing. Her
skirt was barely long enough to be decent when she was standing up straight.
The denim jacket she was wearing was only held together at the front by a
single button. You see, what made Alison particularly vulnerable at the moment
was that she was wearing absolutely nothing else. The panties she had been
wearing she had left in the car, while her bra and blouse were at home.
Alison
had come to the mall just ten minutes before closing time because she was
determined to reward her boyfriend, and what she had planned was going to blow
his mind.
Alison
and Steven started going out together when they were still in high school. They
had seemed like the perfect couple. Academically they had been vying with each
other for the top prizes, but both were good enough at sports and popular
enough with their peers to escape being ostracised for being nerds. Alison had
been voted Head Girl, while Steven was Deputy Head Boy. Alison was deeply in
love, and had given Steven her virginity after the senior school ball.
A
year had elapsed since the end of high school, and it had been an increasingly
difficult year for Alison and Steven. Alison had gone straight to university
and had worked hard doing the first year of her law degree. Steven, on the
other hand, had taken a year off to earn some money. However, to Alison�s
frustration, he had spent most of the year out of work, just hanging out with his
new drinking buddies, and he had been talking about not going to university at
all. Alison had been in despair.
In
early December things started to change which gave Alison some renewed hope for
the future. Steven had given his drinking buddies the flick and had enrolled
for next year at university. The icing on the cake was that he had gotten
himself a job. He was working for a company called The Christmas Company, which
supplied Santas and elves to shopping malls and other
places. Steven was in the casual pool, so he worked a variety of different
shifts in different places, sometimes dressed as Santa but mostly just as an
elf. He hated the job, but to Alison�s delight he had shown some perseverance
and stuck with it. For that reason, she intended to give him a special reward.
As
she expected when she arrived at Santa�s Grotto, there were no children to be
seen anywhere at this late hour. A few adults were hurrying past, looking
pressured by their shopping. Santa was sitting on his seat looking completely
bored, almost asleep. His characteristic tall skinny body was dressed in an
oversized Santa suit complete with a cushion for a stomach and a large bushy
white beard. A young woman dressed as an elf lounged on a chair near a camera.
There was no charge for sitting on Santa�s knee, but if you wanted to buy a
photo you had to pay big money.
The
elf looked up curiously when Alison walked up to the Grotto entrance. Santa
also perked up as well as he looked at her long legs and her short skirt.
Alison could see his large smile behind the beard.
The
elf got to her feet. �Aren�t you a bit old to be sitting on Santa�s knee?� she
asked.
�Is
there an age limit?� asked Alison nervously. She wondered if her plan would
fail at the last hurdle.
�No,
there�s no limit,� replied the elf. �Do what you like. Are you going to buy any
photos?�
Alison
thought about this for a few moments. She hadn�t considered getting any photos,
but she realised that it would be the icing on the cake for Steven.
�I
won�t get any for myself, but is it possible for you to take some photos
anyway? Santa will probably want to keep some for himself. You see, I�m his
girlfriend!�
The
elf gave her a smile and waved her through before taking her position behind
the camera. Alison went forward to where Santa was sitting and was made very
welcome by him.
�Ho, ho ho!
Come and sit on Santa�s knee!� he said in an obviously faked deep voice. �Have
you been a good girl or a naughty girl?�
Alison
smiled shyly and answered �I�ve been a good girl, but I�m planning to get a bit
naughty.� And with that she leaned in and kissed Santa on the cheek just as the
elf took the first photo. Flash!
�Mmm,� replied Santa. �This Santa likes naughty girls.�
Alison
looked around her. There were still no children to be seen anywhere. The only
person looking at her on Santa�s knee was the elf photographer. Alison decided
she was safe to be a bit more daring. She opened her legs wide and gave the
camera a clear view up her short skirt. Flash!
Facing
the camera she leaned back against Santa�s chest. She dared herself to lift up
the hem of her skirt to let him know that she wasn�t wearing any panties. She
had trimmed her bush that afternoon into just a narrow landing strip. As Santa
looked down her body and looked at her partly shaved pussy, he struggled to
maintain his character. �Wow!� he said, the deep voice a lot shakier than
before. Flash!
Alison
felt Santa put a hand on her thigh as she hurried on to the next step in her
plan. She wanted to be careful not to take too long. While it was still only
the elf watching, she was extremely conscious of the public place she was in.
She quickly unbuttoned her jacket and allowed it to fall open. Flash!
�Oh,
you are a naughty naughty girl!� said Santa. He was
certainly taking the opportunity to be a bit naughty himself. The hand that was
on her thigh had crept up to her pussy while his other hand was grasping her
breast and was caressing her nipple. Flash!
Looking
up, Alison spotted one of the mall cleaners pushing a cart in their direction.
She quickly turned around on Santa�s lap. She pushed her skirt back down and
started to button her jacket. Santa seemed reluctant to leave her breasts
alone, and she had to playfully push his hand away. �Naughty!� she said with a
giggle. Then she quickly kissed him on his bearded mouth before standing up.
She
turned and walked quickly away. She momentarily glanced at the elf, but could
do nothing more than blush as she hurried past in the direction of the exit.
She jumped into her car and started driving away. She was feeling very horny
and wanted to bring herself off, so she drove in the direction of a dark and
private spot. She had almost arrived when her mobile rang. The display told her
it was Steven.
Alison
obviously wasn�t surprised to hear from Steven, and she immediately
reconsidered her plans to masturbate. Obviously Steven would provide a more
suitable means of getting off. However, she was most disappointed.
�Hey
Ally. I need you to get something from the chemist!�
Alison
was annoyed. If he had run out of condoms, why couldn�t he just get them
himself? Surely he was still at the mall.
�Why
can�t you do it?�
�I
can�t,� he replied. �I�m at home in bed with a migraine. I had to call in sick
tonight��
The
End.
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December 2009
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