“What are you looking at?” She asked as I furiously browsed on my laptop, mouse in one hand and leftover pumpkin pie in the other. “Doing a little Black Friday shopping. Think you might need some festive outfits.” I shot back sharply. “What do you think of this one?” I questioned as I flipped the laptop screen her way revealing a scantily clad model donning a Santa cap and little else. She chuckled back at me presuming this was merely a temporary obsession.
Two days later, while sitting on the couch enjoying a drink, the ring of our doorbell pierced the air. “Perfect. I have be waiting on a package.” I exclaimed as I bounced to the door. “What did you get?” She asked as I reached for a nearby pair of scissors to slice open the package. “A fashion show.” I said calmly back to her. “Huh? A fashion show?!?” She questioned. “Of course. I told you that you needed some festive outfits.” I retorted as I tossed her the contents of the package and reclined into the couch. “Go on. I’ll be waiting here.” A sheepish and devious smirk made its way across her face as and pushed off from the couch and slinked towards the bedroom. I got up and poured myself another glass. This was going to be a show to enjoy.
Outfit #1:
She strutted down the hallway in her ivory boots with 1 inch heels. Her legs, exposed from her mid-calf to just below her finger tips, shined effortlessly in the fading twilight sifting through the living room window. The sky blue oversized waffle knit sweater hung gleefully off of her shoulders as the bottom hem danced invitingly along her upper thigh as she walked. “Did think to buy any pants?” She mused into my ear as she leaned over in front of me to tantalize me with the outline of her free hanging breasts. “Oh, I thought about it. You look better this way.” She turned around and walked slowly towards the bedroom with the sweater riding up her back just enough to reveal the lower outline of her ass as she transversed the room.
Outfit #2:
The fire engine red color of this corset perfectly accentuated her fit figure as she marched towards me out of the bedroom. The spaghetti staps crisscrossed on her back pulling her voluptuous breasts forward as the bounced effortlessly on her journey. A hourglass lace pattern adorned her midsection and waist revealing nearly see through cutouts of her taut frame. Suspenders hung from the waist attaching equally red stockings enveloping her legs. The outfit was polished off by classic 2 inch nude heels. Had there not been one more outfit I would have certainly taken her right there and then.
Outfit #3:
Finally, Santa’s little helper arrived in front of my eyes. Clad in a Santa cap, skimpy red bra with frilly white lace embossing the cups and the world’s shortest red and white silk skirt she emerged down the hallway and strided towards me with her minimalist black stiletto heals clicking against the hardwood floors. The bra, exceedingly low cut, revealed a hint of her nipples with each step forward as her breasts bounded up and down. As she reached me I flicked my finger around in the air and she spun willingly. From behind, the skirt covered no part of her. Her pussy, clearly engorged, starred at me invitingly. As she turned back to face me I couldn’t help but to grab her hips and pull her towards me. I ran my tongue along her waist as she let out an exasperated and sexually frustrated sigh. “Time to sit on Santa’s lap and tell me what you want for Christmas. I’ve heard you have been a good girl.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/k52qzw/a_black_friday_splurge_mf