Fun Under the Christmas Tree - Sex Stories

Fun Under the Christmas Tree

... peeking at her midriff and wishing I could see what was a few inches lower. "How late are you here 'til," I asked. "Until closing time at seven. Not too bad. So if no one is home what are you doing?" "You're scanning my plans," I said. "Make myself dinner, drink some beer and relax." The fantasy part of my brain was ready to take over and blurt out 'why don't you come on over', but instead I swiped my debit card, wished her a Merry Christmas and went home. Out to the parking lot and on the way home my fantasy brain had visions of Ria dancing in my head and me nibbling on her nice sugar plums. Damn, I was getting a little stiff just thinking about it. But humbug. It's just an old man's fantasy, I said to myself. I wouldn't cheat on my wife. Dinner was good if I do say so myself, and there wasn't much on TV I cared to watch. I started thinking about Ria again. PG rated thoughts about kissing her. X-rated thoughts about coming up behind her and sliding my hand down the front of her pants. I looked at the clock on the wall. The supermarket was open for another twenty minutes. What the hell. As I walked back in the store for the second time that day I heard someone on the PA system announce "the store will be closing in five minutes." I grabbed some eggs, half-and-half, cheese and tortillas and got behind another customer in her lane. She saw me, gave me smile and a curious look, and finished checking out the other customer. "Welcome back," she said when it was my turn. She turned ...

... off her light, meaning I was her last customer. "Forget some things?" I figured I'd tell the truth, but wrap it in a joking tone of voice. "Well, if you must know, I don't really need any of this stuff. I just needed an excuse to see you again so I rushed over here before you closed. What do you think about that?" She laughed. "I'm not sure whether you're joking or not." I just smiled. "But since you're here and I think I can trust you, maybe you can help me out." "Sure," I said seriously. "What's up?" "My co-worker who was going to give me a ride home left early and I'm stuck for a ride home, so..." "...So say no more. Be glad to give you a lift. My Christmas gift to you." "Thank you," she said happily. She had to finish closing her register so I went outside and warmed up my car. I must admit all kinds of fantasies were running through my head at this point, but I told myself, 'Down boy, this is just you doing a hot looking girl a favor.' She was out in five minutes and climbed into the car. "Thank you so much." "No problem. Where to?" She gave me her address. It wasn't too far away. "So, what are your plans for the holiday?" I asked, trying to keep my eyes on the road and not stare too long at her lest she think I'm some perv. "Not much. My roommate is off skiing with her boyfriend, and my parents are in Mexico, so I'm not going over there. It's just me and the Christmas tree." "Sounds like me this year," I said. We chit-chatted a bit more about nothing, listened to Bruce ...