Postponed at the North Pole - Sex Stories

Postponed at the North Pole

... need some too."

He was stunned a moment, then took a sip. He wondered how she knew he liked his very strong, with lots of sugar. He thought the added bit of peppermint flavor was nice.

She took the candy cane from the table and unwrapped it. "I've been trying to quit, but it's really hard." She held the candy cane to her lips, puffed deeply, then exhaled a cloud of snowflakes. They fell slowly and melted when they touched the floor. Chester smiled and chuckled as he smelled more peppermint.

He finally asked the obvious question, "Who are you?"

"I'm Delphine, Delphine Greene. There's a serious lack of names containing "Elf", so there's also a Delphine Red, a Delphine Silver, a Delphine Gold ... but you're Chester Davidson, because your father was a fan of President Chester Arthur. I'm you're gift, Chester."

"And, um ... How old are you?"

She giggled, "It's not polite to ask a lady her age, but older than you think, much older than you. I've looked like this since Santa hired me fresh out of high school. If you don't believe me, here's a picture of my first day as one of his helpers."

In the black and white photo, she handed a paper-wrapped package to a little boy. Most of the people in the photo wore formal and very old-fashioned clothing.

The strong coffee started to kick in, and Chester asked a series of questions rapidly. "So, what did the little boy get for Christmas? And the picture looks really old, when was that? And who's the guy with the funny ...

... hat in back? He looks kind of familiar."

Delphine surprised him greatly with her answers. "The gentleman was Hannibal Hamlin, Abraham Lincoln's vice-president. It was Christmas, 1862. People didn't expect overnight delivery then, so we handed out most of the gifts during the day. The little boy's father made some big campaign contributions, and the family got invited for Christmas dinner at the White House. The boy was Theodore Roosevelt. He got some tin soldiers and a toy cannon. Those might have been poor choices, considering..."

Chester's rational mind objected. "But ... but this can't be real! I must be dreaming. Magic isn't real?"

"It's real enough for me to know you're hungry and craving waffles right now." She jingled her hat bell again, and a plate of waffles, strawberries, and bacon appeared on the table.

"Wow! But ..."

"And I know what you asked Santa for, back when you were an 18-year-old boy. A lonely, excited, 18-year-old boy. You wanted a hug from Dolly Parton."

Her form slowly changed to a very shapely, voluptuous woman. "I can't do Dolly's face, but the rest will feel like she did back then. Give me a hug."

Incredulous, Chester stood up and had the most arousing hug of his life. He felt the large, soft bosoms on his chest and stared at the almost cavernous cleavage quite a while.

Delphine returned to her earlier size and shape, and said, "I know the other thing you asked Santa for was a night with Marilyn Monroe." She kicked her shoes ...