The Lonely Salesman Chapter Three Part Two - Sex Stories

The Lonely Salesman Chapter Three Part Two

... that served as Santa's workshop. There was a short cobblestone path that led to the front door. Lined with lighted candy canes, the smell of burning firewood made the scene look and smell very inviting. I pulled the door open, and we stepped inside. To our left was a small gift counter and a grandmotherly-looking woman offering trinkets and other cute little gifts. We glanced at them but didn't see anything that caught our fancy. On the other end was a big stone fireplace. The open hearth and burning logs inside gave off warmth and glow that made every visitor feel very welcome. Of course, the centerpiece of Santa's Workshop was Santa himself. He carried on just like any Santa would, Ho Ho Ho ing and laughing whenever anyone spoke to him.

I said, “Well, Connie, here's your chance to tell Santa just what you want for Christmas.”

She giggled and said, "I'm too old to sit on Santa's lap."

"Oh, come on, sweetheart, give the old guy a thrill," I said. "And while you're treating the jolly old elf, I can get a picture of you on his lap."

She smiled and said, "Okay, maybe he'll give me what I really want for Christmas."

Connie approached Santa; his eyes got as big as saucers. She carefully sat down on his lap, and his smile got even more prominent.

"HoHoHo, What's your name, little girl?" Santa said, keeping in character.

“I’m Connie.” She replied.

"Have you been a good little girl this year, Connie?" Santa asked.

"Oh yes, I've been especially good this ...

... year, Santa," Connie said. Her devilish grin gave away just how good she'd been.

“I’ve checked my list and saw that you’re on the very good girl side.” He replied.

I was happily snapping pictures of Connie sitting on this jolly old gentleman’s lap and could zoom in for a close-up of her face with that devilish grin she had just flashed him.

"So, tell Santa what you want for Christmas?" Santa asked.

Connie thought for a second, then leaned close to Santa’s ear and whispered something. I snapped a picture of her as her lips spoke softly in his ear.

Santa smiled broadly and said, "That's a pretty tall order, Connie. I'll try my best to see that it makes its way under your tree on Christmas morning."

"Oh, thank you so much, Santa!" Connie replied. She leaned over and kissed him on his rosy cheek and whispered something else in his ear.

"HOHOHO" Santa exclaimed after Connie finished telling him something very private. "That would make Santa very happy," he concluded.

Reaching beside his chair, Santa presented Connie with a little candy cane and said, "You have a Merry Christmas, Connie!"

She slid off his lap and smiled widely as she walked toward me. I was dying to know what she had asked him for and what she promised him to make him very happy. I'd have to ask her, but I doubted she would give up her secret with Santa.

Santa smiled widely as Connie and I left his quaint little workshop.

Returning outside to the frosty night air, I slid my arm around ...