Stocking Fillers - Erotica by Mouna Lott, T.H.Rusty

 
     
    Christmas Cracker
     
    by
    Mouna Lott
     
    I am going to
make this the most memorable Christmas ever. He said let's do a
really special surprise for each other on Christmas day. Anyway,
he's popped out, I think to get my present. So I've got everything
ready.
    One very large
box which I've carefully wrapped in sparkly paper and added a huge
bow to. I'm just getting the finishing touches on. I've wriggled
into the red fur edged peekaboo bra and tiny red fur trimmed thong,
suspender belt and red stockings, six inch black stiletto heels. I
look pretty hot. I love these kind of undies, they make me feel
really sexy. I'm getting wet just from feeling how my tits are
caught in the tight squeezey bra and the patsies with the long
tassels that cover my nipples. When I take the bra off I can twirl
the pasties like I do when I'm working at the lap dance club.
That's where I met Keith. He's a bouncer there. It was lust at
first site when he started two months ago and now we're a hot
couple and I'm ready for some good Christmas stuffing! He knows I
don't muck about with the clients. Just do my job and get out of
there. It's enough money. I don't do the back room sessions.
    I've just put
on the furry christmas hat. I've been performing the Christmas
routine for the last few weeks with the other lap dancers but
Keith's never seen it because he's on the door. There, that looks
perfect! Now I have to move the huge box down stairs into the front
room.
    Here we go.
I'll put it right here in front of the Christmas tree, I love all
those lights flashing away. It'll add a nice background stage to my
one-on-one show for him.
    Oh! I can hear
the key turn in the lock. I'll just clamber into the box and if I
pull on these two strings I can close the lid down. There we are. A
bit of a squash, especially with the boogie box in here. Ouch! I've
sat on one of the spiky heels which is sticking in my ass, but I
can't change position now.
    He's saying
hello. Tee hee! He's going to be so surprised. Now he'll get to
experience the joy I bring with my work. He'll love it! I think
that's the living room door opening. Yes! He's calling my name. I
can hear him breathing heavily.
    OK here goes,
I turn the boogie box on and...
    'Surprise!' I
say, springing up like a jack in the box, my firm tits jiggling up
and down from the movement, the pasties twirling, arms above my
head, big smile on my face.
    Which freezes
as I look from Keith to his best mate struggling to bring in a huge
Plasma TV screen in the door. Never mind that it's an amazing
telly! It's off the back of a lorry no doubt! What about me? How do
you think I feel standing here showing my assets off to more than I
bargained for. They're both standing goggling! My face is now as
red as my costume.
    The music
keeps playing the old Jackson 5 number I've chosen: 'Give Love on
Christmas Day' and I've got this fixed smile on my face that's
turning into a grimmace. I suddenly know exactly what am I going to
do. The show must go on! I do my hip swaying provocative dance,
step out of the box and begin the whole routine. They’ve put the
telly down and are sitting on the sofa gaping like fish with
unblinking eyes. Bra off and the pasties take the guys' eyes with
them, round and round like playing with a toy in front of a kitten.
I don't have a pole but it doesn't stop me high kicking, bending
and gyrating.
    I move in on
Keith's mate, giving him the slow crawl down his body 'til I'm
level with his crotch. I go through that sexy tease suggesting I
want his cock out in my mouth, sliding my hand across his enormous
bulge, feeling him quiver. I move back up and squeeze my tits
together right in front of his face, straddling him and rubbing my
hot little pussy against that manhood of his trapped inside his
jeans. Standing up above him I rub my pussy through the fabric and
then step lightly across to Keith. My thighs are level with his
mouth and I release the fastening and whip the thong off to show
him my neatly