Flash!
By Chris
Warner
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Flash!
Alison entered the mall at ten minutes to
ten in the evening and headed directly towards Santa’s Grotto. She wobbled on
her high heels and came close to tumbling to the floor, which would have been
disastrous considering what she was wearing. Her skirt was barely long enough
to be decent when she was standing up straight. The denim jacket she was
wearing was only held together at the front by a single button. You see, what
made Alison particularly vulnerable at the moment was that she was wearing absolutely
nothing else. The panties she had been wearing she had left in the car, while
her bra and blouse were at home.
Alison had come to the mall just ten minutes before closing time because she
was determined to reward her boyfriend, and what she had planned was going to
blow his mind.
Alison and Steven started going out together when they were still in high
school. They had seemed like the perfect couple. Academically they had been
vying with each other for the top prizes, but both were good enough at sports
and popular enough with their peers to escape being ostracised for being nerds.
Alison had been voted Head Girl, while Steven was Deputy Head Boy. Alison was
deeply in love, and had given Steven her virginity after the senior school
ball.
A year had elapsed since the end of high school, and it had been an
increasingly difficult year for Alison and Steven. Alison had gone straight to
university and had worked hard doing the first year of her law degree. Steven,
on the other hand, had taken a year off to earn some money. However, to
Alison’s frustration, he had spent most of the year out of work, just hanging
out with his new drinking buddies, and he had been talking about not going to
university at all. Alison had been in despair.
In early December things started to change which gave Alison some renewed hope
for the future. Steven had given his drinking buddies the flick and had
enrolled for next year at university. The icing on the cake was that he had
gotten himself a job. He was working for a company called The Christmas
Company, which supplied Santas and elves to shopping
malls and other places. Steven was in the casual pool, so he worked a variety
of different shifts in different places, sometimes dressed as Santa but mostly
just as an elf. He hated the job, but to Alison’s delight he had shown some
perseverance and stuck with it. For that reason, she intended to give him a
special reward.
As she expected when she arrived at Santa’s Grotto, there were no children to
be seen anywhere at this late hour. A few adults were hurrying past, looking
pressured by their shopping. Santa was sitting on his seat looking completely
bored, almost asleep. His characteristic tall skinny body was dressed in an
oversized Santa suit complete with a cushion for a stomach and a large bushy
white beard. A young woman dressed as an elf lounged on a chair near a camera.
There was no charge for sitting on Santa’s knee, but if you wanted to buy a
photo you had to pay big money.
The elf looked up curiously when Alison walked up to the Grotto entrance. Santa
also perked up as well as he looked at her long legs and her short skirt.
Alison could see his large smile behind the beard.
The elf got to her feet. “Aren’t you a bit old to be sitting on Santa’s knee?”
she asked.
“Is there an age limit?” asked Alison nervously. She wondered if her plan would
fail at the last hurdle.
“No, there’s no limit,” replied the elf. “Do what you like. Are you going to
buy any photos?”
Alison thought about this for a few moments. She hadn’t considered getting any
photos, but she realised that it would be the icing on the cake for Steven.
“I won’t get any for myself, but is it possible for you to take some photos
anyway? Santa will probably want to keep some for himself.
You see, I’m his girlfriend!”
The elf gave her a smile and waved her through before taking her position
behind the camera. Alison went forward to where Santa was sitting and was made
very welcome by him.
“Ho, ho ho! Come and sit on
Santa’s knee!” he said in an obviously faked deep voice. “Have you been a good
girl or a naughty girl?”
Alison smiled shyly and answered “I’ve been a good girl, but I’m planning to
get a bit naughty.” And with that she leaned in and kissed Santa on the cheek
just as the elf took the first photo. Flash!
“Mmm,” replied Santa. “This Santa likes naughty
girls.”
Alison looked around her. There were still no children to be seen anywhere. The
only person looking at her on Santa’s knee was the elf photographer. Alison
decided she was safe to be a bit more daring. She opened her legs wide and gave
the camera a clear view up her short skirt. Flash!
Facing the camera she leaned back against Santa’s chest. She dared herself to
lift up the hem of her skirt to let him know that she wasn’t wearing any
panties. She had trimmed her bush that afternoon into just a narrow landing
strip. As Santa looked down her body and looked at her partly shaved pussy, he
struggled to maintain his character. “Wow!” he said,
the deep voice a lot shakier than before. Flash!
Alison felt Santa put a hand on her thigh as she hurried on to the next step in
her plan. She wanted to be careful not to take too long. While it was still
only the elf watching, she was extremely conscious of the public place she was
in. She quickly unbuttoned her jacket and allowed it to fall open. Flash!
“Oh, you are a naughty naughty girl!” said Santa. He
was certainly taking the opportunity to be a bit naughty himself. The hand that
was on her thigh had crept up to her pussy while his other hand was grasping
her breast and was caressing her nipple. Flash!
Looking up, Alison spotted one of the mall cleaners pushing a cart in their
direction. She quickly turned around on Santa’s lap. She pushed her skirt back
down and started to button her jacket. Santa seemed reluctant to leave her
breasts alone, and she had to playfully push his hand away. “Naughty!” she said
with a giggle. Then she quickly kissed him on his bearded mouth before standing
up.
She turned and walked quickly away. She momentarily glanced at the elf, but
could do nothing more than blush as she hurried past in the direction of the
exit. She jumped into her car and started driving away. She was feeling very
horny and wanted to bring herself off, so she drove in the direction of a dark
and private spot. She had almost arrived when her mobile rang. The display told
her it was Steven.
Alison obviously wasn’t surprised to hear from Steven, and she immediately
reconsidered her plans to masturbate. Obviously Steven would provide a more
suitable means of getting off. However, she was most disappointed.
“Hey Ally. I need you to get something from the chemist!”
Alison was annoyed. If he had run out of condoms, why couldn’t he just get them
himself? Surely he was still at the mall.
“Why can’t you do it?”
“I can’t,” he replied. “I’m at home in bed with a migraine. I had to call in
sick tonight…”
The End
December 2009