Fun Under the Christmas Tree - Sex Stories

Fun Under the Christmas Tree

I usually don't mind working the Christmas holiday (thank God I don't work in retail). The work is usually light and this year I planned to telecommute from my home office so it didn't seem like work all that much. Plus, I was going to be a bachelor for the holiday anyway so why not work. My wife's youngest brother Jerry -- he's a jerk and I refuse to refer to him as a brother-in-law -- had invited us over to his cabin for the holiday and following weekend. I work at a small firm and this was my year in the holiday rotation to work Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Since I was stuck working I told my wife we'd celebrate early on Christmas Eve, then she could take the kids and enjoy a nice long weekend with her family. After a morning of opening presents and a hearty breakfast feast I cooked up for them, they piled into the minivan and took off for the next several days. I think I spent more time on PokerStars than I did on my job, but I got done what needed to be done by quitting time. There was nothing in the fridge I felt like eating for dinner, and going out for Chinese seemed too Christmas cliché, so I decided to hit the grocery store and make myself something nice. It was a couple of hours before closing time and there were quite a few people grabbing items from the gift card rack or poking around the holiday aisle for last-minute gifts. I grabbed some duck breasts, Brussels sprouts, baby red potatoes, and a nice locally brewed ale. I rolled my cart to the shortest line ...

... I could find and to what to my wondering eyes should appear, but this dark-haired young woman I had seen many times before. Her name tag said "Ria". She's about 5'5" with dark hair and dark eyes that were usually accentuated with dark eyeliner and dark make-up. The first time I saw her a few months ago she didn't seem very pleasant, but on later occasions she was more friendly and would even said 'Hi' to my 6 1/2 year old son. Today was quite different. Same straight dark hair, but the makeup was brighter, lighter, more festive, with cranberry lips that sparkled when she smiled. The non-descript clothes I remember she usually wore under her clerk smock were replaced by a tight fitting sweater and low-rise hip-huggers that showed some skin and gave my imagination a lot to think about. "Hi," she said with a big smile. "Merry Christmas. How's your little boy?" "Merry Christmas to you," I said. "By now he's at his uncle's cabin enjoying his second Christmas of the day. Like you, I had to work today, so I sent the family off for a long weekend." "Awww," she said. "Did he open presents with you?" "Yeah," I said. "He's fascinated by technology and building stuff, so we got him a computer and things like that to play with. If he were here right now I'm sure he would be looking at the scanner watching you read the bar codes." As I said that I stood on my toes and leaned over the register. Hopefully she thought I was imitating what he would have been doing, and not realize that I was ...