Postponed at the North Pole - Sex Stories

Postponed at the North Pole

... off and slid a stocking down, as she changed to Marylin's shape. "I can't make my face look like her either, but the rest will feel the same."

"But ... I ... I can't!"

"It's okay. I'm not a girl, I'm an elf. A nearly 200-year-old elf. Can you have some bedtime fun with a cute but very old lady?"

"No! I just ... no!"

She started to shrink again. "I'm a naughty elf, but you're a good man Chester." She put her stockings back on, then her pointed shoes. The bells on the ends of them jingled a bit. She patted his arm. "Truly, a good man."

She took another puff from the candy cane and exhaled a cloud of snowflakes again.

She reassured him, "You've had so much sadness in your life, but Christmas is about joy. I'll give you something to make up for your letter being so late." She spun in a circle as the bells on her shoes and hat rang crazily. To Chester, they sounded as loud as church bells, hurting his ears.

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He was standing on the sidewalk holding a wood and wire fruit box full of clothes and wearing a backpack full of books. His back and his knees didn't hurt! His hands and arms looked like they did when he was a young man! He felt his face and there were no wrinkles!

He remembered the location well. His girlfriend had broken up with him at the beginning of their second year of college. This was where he had stood ...

... and cried, just outside their apartment building.

Annie, or Amy, or whoever, wasn't good looking; but she had loved him, at least for a little while. He was so upset she rejected his marriage proposal that he would never date again.

Chester didn't think it was a gift! It was the worst day of his life!

A beagle puppy walked up to him and whimpered. He remembered that in his grief he had ignored the puppy and just carried the clothes to his car. This time he set the box down and petted the little dog, scratching behind its ears.

A beautiful redheaded woman 19 years old, Chester's age at the time, ran over and happily said, "There he is! Thank you! I was so worried!"

"I'm glad you found him, he's a cute little one. I'm Chester."

She picked up the puppy and held it with one arm, then shook Chester's hand. "I'm Julie. Are you moving? My old boyfriend moved out yesterday. I think nobody rented his apartment yet, if you need a place?"

Chester happily nodded. "Yeah, that would be great."

She smiled and said, "Follow me, it's only two blocks."

It was the end of August, but Chester saw a single snowflake falling. It melted as it touched his lower lip, and tasted like peppermint.

Julie would kiss Chester under the mistletoe that Christmas, and Delphine would start delivering gifts to their children in three years.

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