Story 1- Chapter 2

Beth sat the frosted cold bottle on the counter and twisted the corkscrew into it. She was not a

strong girl. She didn't quite get the corkscrew far enough into the cork before too much

resistance built up and she stopped. She clamped the metal arms down around the edge and

tried to pull the cork out. It didn't budge.

She took the bottle under her arm and pinched it between her arm and breast trying to get better

leverage. It still didn't budge.

"I'm no good at this." She giggled, as she handed the bottle to Chris. He took it from her and

noticed some condensation from the bottle had wetted her thin top making it more see through.

The coldness of the bottle had perked her nipple as well. Chris tried not to stare, but he couldn't

resist. If Beth noticed his stare, she didn't acknowledge it with any attempt to conceal.

"When are you going to decorate your tree? She asked, as he poured them each a full glass.

"I don't think I will."

"Why not? Got decorations?" They both walked into the front room. Chris pointed to the boxes

labeled 'XMAS STUFF' beside his CD player.

"Yeah I got lots of stuff. But I just can't get that holiday spirit going." "Aw come on. You should

decorate the tree. I can help."

"What about Jacob, your boyfriend?"

"He's gone. He left last week to go home to Florida and stay with his parents." Chris perked up

higher than a playground slide knowing Beth's boyfriend was far away.

"Well maybe we can have fun with it. It might be just the thing."

"I know just the thing to get us in the mood." Beth became animated and exuded energy. "Why

don't you find some Christmas music and I'll be right back. With that, she bounded out his door

and hurried up the stairs.

Chris took a big swallow of his wine. The holidays were looking much brighter to him now. The

season of joy was brighter and full of possibilities, if only for a few hours ahead. Little did he

know how sexually joyful this night would be.

Chris didn't waste any time while Beth was upstairs. He opened boxes and began revisiting his

little holiday decoration collection. In one box there were strings of small electric lights. The

other two had ornaments and little table knick knacks. He finished his wine, and poured another

glass. When Beth finally opened his door, he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Ho Ho Ho...What do you think?" She gleefully announced as she smiled. She had changed her

clothes upstairs. She stood before him dressed as the sexiest Santa Claus he had ever seen.

She wore the oversized top only of a bright red Santa Claus outfit.

The fluffy white trim around the Santa shirttail floated just below her ass and showcased her

long legs. Black sheer stockings and shiny black latex boots took his eyes on tour. As a finishing

touch, she had put on a matching bright red lipstick.

She was quite the vision of holiday cheer. In her hand she had a sack that was quite full of

something.

"Wow. Wow. You look great." Was all he could say as she spun around for him. "I couldn't do the

pants. They kept falling down." Chris liked the sound of her voice mentioning pants falling down.

She thrust the sack forward breaking his stare at her legs. "Here. Your turn." He took the sack.

Inside was another Santa Claus suit. "Put it on." She urged.

Modesty suddenly entered Chris's mind. He took the sack into the bedroom, pulled out the

Santa suit, and laid it on his green bedspread.

The color contrast made his whole bedroom look festive. He was really excited and totally into

the holiday spirit. The wine was helping too. Without bothering to close his bedroom door, he

took off his sweatshirt and stepped out of his sweatpants leaving him standing in his tiny white

briefs as he unbuttoned the Santa Claus top.

His apartment connected the kitchen to his bedroom with a short hallway and as Beth went to

the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine, she had a clear unobstructed view of Chris's

back to her.

She admired the shape of his firm ass and the sculpted hamstring muscles extending down until the Santa top destroyed her view.

Chris stepped into the pants next and pulled them up. They were way too big in the waist for

him. There was a belt, but he would have to almost wrap it around twice to make it useful. Beth

surprised him as she came up behind him holding her glass of wine. "Oh my." She laughed.

"Those pants fit almost as bad as they did on me." He turned to face her.

"At least they aren't too long." Then she got an idea. "Here." She reached for a pillow. "Pull your

pants out."

He hesitated. Pulling his pants out would give Beth a clear view of the front of his underwear.