FabSwingers.com forum: caught santa

By *ig1gaz1 OP Man
over a year ago

bradford

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse…

Chloe lay tucked up in her bed,contentedly sleeping a heavy and warm sleep.

As she dreamt of the lovely long lollipop she hoped someone would slide between her lips for Christmas.

In the distance a church bell began to chime and on the twelfth stroke…Chloe awoke.

“Mmm,” she purred, stretching out like a cat before the hearth, reveling in the cosiness of her quilts and the dream she had just experienced.

She was just about to settle herself back into sleep, willing herself to dream of Christmas day and being filled up with something warm and sticky inside of her when she gasped aloud…

A floorboard had creaked. It could have been just her imagination, but then it happened again…and again. No…someone was definitely creeping towards her bed.

Chloe was terrified and she hugged her quilt tight against her chin.

But as she peered out with wide eyes she could just make out the form of a tall man dressed in red coming closer and closer all of the time.

“Oh no it’s Santa!” she thought. “And everyone knows you don’t get any presents if you are caught awake when Santa comes.”

Chloe quickly shut her eyes feigning sleep.

She tried to steady her breathing, but it was so hard as her heart was hammering like a big hammer that was being hammered very fast indeed. She attempted to occupy her mind with happy thoughts.

However, all this dreaming was no good, she couldn’t help herself from listening as Santa rummaged about at the bottom of her bed, no doubt filling her…

“Oh my God! My Stockings!”

Chloe thought. She had forgotten to hang her stockings at the foot of her bed! She loved the feeling of them hugging tightly against her smooth thighs and they looked so cute alongside the tiny, baby-doll nightie that she was wearing.

She had danced and twirled so much before her mirror - admiring her reflection as the nightie billowed and showed off her bare bum - that she had quite exhausted herself and had flopped into bed without removing them.

“Damnit girl! Where are your stockings?” She heard Santa grumble to himself.