Noelle has always been a good girl, but when she meets a man named Santa Claus, her naughty side is unleashed. She indulges in her sexual desires with this handsome stranger with the very bizarre name.
Santa Claus isn't real—is he? Will Noelle learn to believe in magic and miracles while in the arms of her handsome lover?
Be Warned: public exhibition, anal sex
“Let’s cut the crap, I want to eat your pussy.”
She glanced sharply at him. “Did you. . .” Surely, she just imagined it. This stranger wouldn’t dare say that to her.
“What’s up?”
“Did you just say something to me?”
“What do you think I said?”
There was that knowing smile, and the tone of his voice suggested he was playing with her.
“I. . . I’m just hearing things,” she answered.
“Are you now?”
A car drove by on the expressway and Noelle chose to concentrate on that. Where was that damn tow truck? And did she really want it to arrive?
“What do you think you heard?”
She glanced down, embarrassed. “Nothing. It doesn’t matter.”
He came off the trunk and came to stand before her. Santa rested his hands on her thighs. Noelle’s heart thumped heavily inside her chest when the realization hit her. She had heard exactly what he said. He wanted to eat her pussy. She wanted him too. But. . . But she wasn’t Wendy. Wendy would have had him in every hole by now, but that just wasn’t her. Could she really let a stranger get this intimate with her?
Santa inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. “I can smell your arousal.” He opened his eyes and bent forward, kissed her knee. “I want you.”
“We’re strangers. We’re in public. Someone could see us.” Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!
He put his finger to her lips. “Relax, no one will see us.” He moved the finger from her lips and rested his hand on her hips. The other hand started on her knee and slowly traveled up her thigh. “Uncross your legs,” he ordered.
Her knees shook as she uncrossed her legs. She wasn’t sure why she did it and why she let this stranger do what he was doing. Was it the thrill of possibly getting caught fucking a stranger? Or was it that she hadn’t felt pleasure in so long she would take it any way she could?
She spread her legs a few inches away from each other and breathed deeply. What was she doing? She was crazy.
“Relax,” he whispered. “Don’t be nervous.”
How could she not be? A complete stranger was feeling her up in public.
As Santa’s hand slid under her dress, Noelle’s heart pulsed inside her chest. The thump, thump, thump of it rang in her ears, drowning out all other sounds. Her pussy soaked with desire juices.
His fingertips grazed her cunt. He hooked a finger into her panties and groaned. “Your panties are soaking.”
