Message-ID: <27987asstr$977508604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: VBwrites@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: Content-Disposition: Inline Subject: {ASSM} RP:A Visit From St. Nick(ViragoBlue)(MF, oral) Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2000 13:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, gill-bates Of course the standard warning applies. You know the one: If you are not the legal age in your domicile to read this then please don't. I really don't want to be responsible for contributing to more warped minds than I already have. Besides, you never know. Santa could be watching. . . And please, if you want to repost this somewhere, get my permission first. I'm not a grinch. A Visit from St. Nicholas (c)1999 by Virago Blue Kristina pressed her hands deeper into the pockets of her parka. Chill mountain wind ruffled through her hair, stinging her cheeks with each gust. The mountain lay beneath them, its crest still looming several yards ahead. She readied herself for the dismount, as she affectionately dubbed her awkward extraction from the ski lift, gripping her ski poles numbly. "C'mon, sis. Just relax. Watch me." Amanda shushed ever so gracefully ahead of her. Kristina bit her lip and slid from her seat, careening awkwardly towards her older sister. "Shit! I don't know why I let you talk me into this, " Kristina yelped as her backside hit the snow. Skis tangled, poles lost, Kristina winced in aggravation and pain up at her sister. "Honey, just give it time. You're too tense, anyway. I brought you here to have fun, relax, celebrate the season with your old sister and your brother-in-law, so smile. Just a little." Amanda posed with her hands on hips, a brilliant smile directed at her sister. The contrast of her bright red ski suit and the white snow made Kristina's eyes hurt. "Yeah, sure, the clothes are cute but I'm not much of a skier. I guess that much is obvious." Kristina struggled with her tangled skis, eventually pushing herself up into an embarrassing ass-in-the-air position. "Don't get me wrong, Mandy, this place is nice. Beautiful even. But killing myself is not what I had in mind, ya know?" Kristina straightened out, planting her poles firmly in the packed snow. She felt one ski slipping away from her and she tried to adjust her weight. The ski would not cooperate. She floundered to catch herself, only to be dumped again onto the frozen ground. Kristina looked up at her sister from her tangled mess once again, pushing her headband up off her forehead. Her sunglasses now sat crooked on her face. Kristina couldn't manage straightening out her glasses without catching a ski pole in her parka. "Damn-IT." Amanda snickered. Kristina couldn't help it, she began to laugh. "This is SO not funny, Amanda," Kristina said, "I mean, a three-year-old just whizzed past me, I swear!" Kristina's laugh grew louder until both sisters laughed together. Nick approached expertly on his skis, drawing both women's attention. He wore the jacket of the resort, designating himself as a member of the ski patrol. "Hold up, Matthew!" He yelled ahead at the little boy skiing ahead of him. He swooped to a stop in front of Kristina. "Good morning, ladies. Can I give you a hand?" He directed his question to Kristina since she was the only one lumped in a pile on the snow. "Yes, please. My sister is having some problems with her skis this morning," Amanda piped up. He reached for Kristina, "Here, take my hand while I steady your outside foot with mine." Kristina did as she was instructed and in one swift motion she was pulled against his chest. Too much padding between them kept the temptations at bay. He was broad-chested, though. She blushed as he straightened her glasses for her, handing her poles back to her. "There ya go. Have you had any lessons yet? A few hours of private lessons really make a difference," he said. "I keep telling her that but she's so embarrassed. She doesn't want to be stuck in a class with a bunch of little kids," Amanda rattled on despite Kristina's glares. "Private lessons are what you need. One-on-one instruction and you'll be skiing down this mountain in no time. I'll tell you what, the resort has a great ski school. You need to hurry and make reservations as the spots fill up fast, especially for private instruction. Give the concierge this card and you'll get the first hour free." He smiled down at Kristina, holding the card for her to take. She stared at his white teeth. "Uh, thank you." Kristina fumbled with her glove. The glove dangled stupidly from the end of her sleeve. She took the card from him and stared at the writing. "Nicholas Riley?" "Call me Nick. And you are?" Nick asked. "Oh. Yes. Kristina Matthews." Kristina frowned and pulled herself up stiffly, "Kristina Matthews and this is my sister, Amanda Reagan." Nick took Kristina's hand in his paw and squeezed. He did the same to Amanda, turning back to Kristina. "We look forward to seeing you. For now, I've got a class I'm working with. Nice meeting you, ladies!" Nick waved and continued down the slope. Kristina watched him ski down the mountain. Why did she have to embarrass herself in front of a man like that? "Oh my God. Did you see him? Oh my God, if I wasn't married I would go for that one in a second," then Amanda added hopefully, "but you're not married." "Yes, Amanda, he's nice looking, from what I can tell. I know what you're thinking. I could see your mind working just as soon as he stopped in front of us. No. No way. I'm not interested in a boyfriend." Kristina slowly positioned her skis and began snowplowing down the slope carefully. "Who said anything about a boyfriend? I was thinking more along the lines of a date or maybe a night or two in privacy, by a fire, sipping wine . . . you know," Amanda nudged Kristina. "C'mon, just let me live vicariously through my beautiful, single sister." "Stop! I don't want to fall again," Kristina screeched. "Silly. You don't have to fall in love again or anything like that. Just a little recreation to make you feel better. You've been so stressed lately and I can relate. I mean, when I was your age I would look forward to coming to places like this. Men, sex and men. I think you need a little sex. With a man." "I meant falling down. Don't nudge me like that." Kristina inched along. "It has been a long time. I mean, a really long time." "Since you've been with somebody?" Amanda asked. Kristina stopped and looked over at her sister, "yeah," she answered meekly. "What?" Amanda asked. "Ugh, if you must know, I can't even remember the last time I had an orgasm." Kristina smiled, "with a man," she added. "Oh, girl, if only I knew. You are in desperate need of a man right now. And I'm just the one to help you out. This place is rocking with single men. I guarantee--" "No, Amanda." Kristina interrupted. Amanda snapped her mouth closed. Kristina would protest a little, it's just the way she always acted. Amanda knew the real Kristina, though. The one that breaks out every now and then and dances with danger. "Alright, honey. I won't say another word. Hey, whatcha gonna wear to the party tonight?" The two sisters continued inching down the slope talking about the party and other important things like accessories, the right shade of lipstick, where to dine. Amanda had to help her sister up only twice, giggling the whole time. *** White lights shimmered and winked, giving the lodge a dreamy ambience. Fresh evergreen and red ribbon trimmed the doors and tables, draping luxuriously over the mantle. A fire burned in the stone fireplace, casting a romantic veil over the room. Kristina loved this time of the year. She smiled at her sister as she appeared in the lodge. "Kristina, you look lovely," Will, her brother-in-law, said as he hugged her. "Ah, Will. You're just saying that to make me feel good. Keep up the good work." Kristina hugged Will back, smiling at her sister over his shoulder. She flinched when he squeezed her arms. She was sore from her day spent falling on the slopes. "I told you that dress would be a knockout on you," Amanda observed. Kristina had to agree. Not one to dress up often, she decided to take the opportunity to be a little different this holiday. Her dress was china red, body hugging, with tiny straps skimming her shoulders. For once she allowed the neckline to dip lower than was her style, revealing soft mounds of creamy white skin, a shadowed crevice between them. Her legs were long and slender under the short hemline, a trace of the tops of her stockings were discernible when she sat down. She didn't wear any jewelry, just diamond studs. They twinkled brightly in the firelight until a swathe of her silky pale gold hair covered them. Once again Kristina pushed her hair behind her ear, "Thank you both." Will wandered to the bar, leaving Amanda and Kristina alone. "Well? Did you sign up for lessons?" Amanda asked. Kristina nodded, "Yes, I did." "Did you get the hunky guy?" "Gawds, Amanda, you are so blunt. I didn't request anyone in particular," Kristina winked slyly at her sister. "Here you go ladies," Will passed champagne to Kristina and Amanda. "'Tis the season." They clinked their glasses together in a toast, sipping the choice champagne. "Awww, look. How adorable," Amanda pointed to a string of children wearing antlers and painted-on red noses leading Santa into the room. They watched in delight as Santa took a seat on the floor with the children and began reading to them. Occasionally the group would laugh, Santa along with them. After a while, Santa looked up from the tangled hair of the little ones and greeted newcomers jovially. Once, he looked at Kristina and nodded. She lifted her glass to him and sipped, not breaking eye contact with the brilliant blue eyes of Santa. A slow burn started deep within her body. Tempting, she thought. She had a thing for men in uniform. Santa gathered the children and led them from the room to meet up with their parents. She turned and continued the dull conversation she was having with an insurance salesman from Arkansas. She would nod occasionally, smiling between sips of champagne as the man went on and on about starting his own business and buying a boat, or some such nonsense. Kristina rolled her eyes once or twice every time his eyes fell to her slight cleavage. Finally, not able to stand it any longer, she prepared to remove herself from the claws of the lech. Backing away, uttering words to the effect of "more champagne, ladies room . . . ", she planted the heel of her red stiletto smack into the middle of a shiny black boot. "Oh! I'm so --" Kristina was suddenly lifted off the ground. She looked down at the arms that were wrapped around her waist and noticed with hazy vision the contrast of long tanned fingers and white fur. She was turned in his grasp and pulled against a thick chest, the movement cushioned by much padding. "--so sorry." "Merry Christmas, young lady. No, no, don't apologize. I have another foot. Ho ho ho," he winked. Standing on solid ground once again, Kristina could only stare and smile in dazzling wonderment at the intense blue eyes smiling back at her behind the Santa suit and synthetic beard. "But maybe if you tell Santa what you want for Christmas, I would feel much better," he winked again. Kristina blushed. "Ah . . . er . . . well. I just don't --" "C'mon, Kristina, sit on Santa's lap," Amanda's voice rose above the dwindling crowd. Her suggestion was echoed a few times by others in the room, no doubt drunk from the free- flowing liquor. "Oh, I don't think that---" Kristina sputtered. "Santa won't bite. Unless you want me to." She could have sworn Santa was smirking behind his beard. Someone pulled up a chair between the festive tree and fireplace. Santa sat down, patting his heavy thigh teasingly. Kristina stepped closer to the man, debating on whether or not she should sit on him. The cajoling group made it difficult for her to turn away. Besides, what could happen anyway? There weren't that many people left at the party. Many seemed too inebriated to care what she did. Besides, this WAS Christmas, Santa was a part of the season and the champagne had loosened her inhibitions somewhat. Decision made, Kristina lowered her bottom onto his thigh, perching herself near his knee. His arms snaked around her waist and pulled her closer. Her bottom slid up his thigh creating a delicious tingle from between her crossed legs. She was now firmly planted on the very top of his leg, very near his . . . his . . . candy canes. Santa carried a velvet bag of candy canes which now hung between his legs. Kristina giggled. Santa snuggled her closer to his broad chest. His beard tickled her cheek. He smelled of peppermint and spices. She inhaled, a smile teasing her lips. "Tell me, lovely lady, what can Santa do for you this year?" He asked. Feeling bold and a little flirtatious, Kristina answered, looking into his eyes salaciously, "I'm afraid it's nothing that would fit under a tree, or in a stocking. . . " She could have sworn he purred. "Not even the stocking on that delicious leg of yours?" Santa growled into her ear. Kristina glanced down and blushed at the sight of her leg. Apparently when he slid her up his leg, her skirt twisted and rose to reveal a healthy portion of naked thigh above the lace topped stocking. "Oh my." "Shhh. . . leave it. You have no reason to be embarrassed," he said. His words were beginning to have an effect on her. The buzz of champagne filled her mind and squeezed out any sense of propriety. She left her skirt alone. He placed his hand on the top of her leg, the leg that was crossed prettily and showing skin. Slowly, as they spoke, his hand massaged her leg and slid up. . . up . . . but not too far. Just enough to raise the goosebumps on her arms and make her nipples tighten. "Santa can fill nearly any order, you know." "I'm sure you can. But mine is a difficult order to fill. You see, it requires time. As I understand it, Santa doesn't have a lot of time to spare," Kristina quipped. "Santa is magic." Kristina giggled again, "We'll see." "You've been a very good girl. Santa will see if he can fill you . . . your order. Now, reach down between my legs and snatch a candy cane,"he winked, chuckling a little. Kristina's hand felt down his padded belly, spreading her fingers wide. She slid lower. She passed her hand over his apparent package, only lightly touching, before putting her hand in his bag to collect her candy cane. "Thank you." "My pleasure." He said, his eyes following her as she stood, adjusted her dress and stepped out of his reach. Kristina walked towards the ladies room feeling hot, flushed and a little giggly. The crowd was reduced to a few small groups of people talking among themselves. It was time to find her room, and quickly before someone handed her more champagne. *** Amanda smiled as she handed Kristina her evening bag, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Kristina frowned, studying her sister's smug expression. "What's that supposed to mean?" Amanda feigned innocence. "Nothing. Why don't you go to bed now, honey. You've had a long, hard day and tomorrow is likely to be even harder. Goodnight now." Amanda kissed Kristina on her cheek, sliding the strap of Kristina's purse on her shoulder, turning her sister to the elevator. Kristina entered the elevator, still giving her sister the eye when the doors closed. Alone for a moment, she opened her bag and began fumbling through lipstick tubes and credit cards for her keys. She pressed the button for the fourth floor. On the fourth floor, Kristina left the elevator and turned right, looking for her room. Glancing at the key, she frowned. "I thought I was in room 431." She chalked this one up to champagne memory loss and reversed direction, looking for her room. Only two tries and she was able to unlock the door. Kristina looked around the room, sensing that something was not quite right. For one thing, Kristina was almost positive she had left her ski clothes on the radiator to dry. Perhaps housekeeping removed them. How nice of them, she thought. She headed to the bed, turning the coverlet down. She tossed her handbag on the nightstand and turned to the bathroom, ready for a hot bath. They both startled at the sight of each other, Kristina letting out a dreadful little squeak. He stood at the bathroom door, a towel draped around his hips. He was fresh from the shower. Water was still beaded on his smooth chest and his damp hair curled at the nape. Kristina was speechless. "Oh! Oh, my . . . please forgive me. But this is the key the hotel gave me. I'll take care of this right away." Kristina quickly turned away from the nearly naked man, shaking with shock. "Haven't we met?" He said. Kristina paused. She nodded to herself, biting her lip in deep thought. Amanda. She turned back to the man and studied him. A smile spread on her ruby lips. She loved her sister and her practical jokes. But this time, instead of Kristina tricking Amanda into the room of Butch Rameson from college, Amanda had tricked Kristina into the room of Adonis. "I don't know. Have we?" He stepped closer. Kristina couldn't help but worry that the towel was going to fall from his straight hips and so her eyes flashed to the only piece of material keeping him from being totally naked in front of her. The outline of his penis was evident against the terry cloth. "Kristina. Am I right? Nick. We met on the slopes. It seems you needed some private lessons." "Nick. How could I forget?" She nodded, a playful gleam in her green eyes, "private lessons? Yes, I could definitely use those." She took a tentative step back towards the bed. The down comforter caressed the back of her knee. Kristina knew what she wanted from Nick. She knew the first moment they met. Of course, she fantasized about many men she met. Only a choice few were able to make it this far. Although she had a healthy appetite for sex, she wasn't one to pursue a man greedily. But this time the fates were smiling down on her. This time she would get exactly what she wanted. And it was Christmas, too. How convenient. Kristina snaked her foot around her lower leg, teasing up and down the tensed muscle of her calf with the sexy red shoe. This made her hip cock slightly to the left. The allure of an exaggerated curve drew his eyes downward. Her eyes fell to his rising cock threatening to loosen the towel from his body. She could only hope, anyway. Nick gripped her around the waist, still admiring her lithe body. He stepped closer. With each approving look from his smoldering eyes, she felt more luscious, ready, blood pounding with anticipation at what would happen next. "You said you had a wish for Christmas, but that it took time . . . " he murmured in her ear, brushing his clean shaven chin against her earlobe. " . . . I have a lot of time." Kristina purred in his arms, pressing her hips wantonly into his. She recognized the baby blue eyes of Santa from that evening. She arched her neck back and growled in delight as he began to nibble, bite and suck. Her skin was so pale, nearly translucent. No doubt he could see the blood pumping hungrily through her veins, the rhythmic pulse at the base of her neck. His hands traveled up and down her back. She writhed a little in his grasp. She moaned softly when his hands traveled from her slender waist to cup her ass in his large hands. She wanted to open her legs for him right there, wrapping them around his waist, grinding into him. By her actions Nick continued his attentions. Gently he lifted her against him, easing her onto the bed. Her deep green eyes fell to the towel which had slipped from his waist and now lay forgotten and useless on the floor. For now. She took in the size of his cock. The circumference was enough to choke her. She was dying to find out if she was right. The flirtatious smirk left the handsome planes of his tanned face. She smiled at the way his hair stood straight up, blonde and stiff. Probably the way his hair was cut, she mused. No matter what he did, it would always lay the same. Her attention traveled to his long arms and muscled shoulders. His chest was broad and bare, not one hair grew across the expanse of warm skin. Brown fur grew between his legs, his huge erection standing proud, a drop of moisture glistening on the tip. Gold hair dusted his large thighs and calves. Adonis in a Santa suit. Or out of it. His palm glanced her thigh, easing the hem of her dress higher. He stroked her skin there, the skin above the stocking, plucking casually at the straps holding her stockings up. Nick lay on his side, slowly feeling Kristina's legs, drifting to her belly, feeling her breasts beneath the fabric of her red dress. His thumb dragged across her erect nipples a few times before he lowered his mouth onto hers. Their lips touched, warm and soft, pressing into each other. She nibbled at his lips, licking with the tip of her tongue, groaning her pleasure. She loved to kiss. Lips touched and whispered, a tongue slid into a mouth, being met and caressed by another tongue. Kristina moved beneath him, eager to feel him inside her. Nick took his time, bringing Kristina into a frenzy with his hands. His thumb eased beneath the crotch of her panties and stroked her golden mound. She was alive, like a spark eager for its life breath to explode into brilliant flame. He stoked her fires with each kiss, each touch, each sensuous glide of fingers over engorged and slick pussy flesh. She was wet and oh-so-horny. It didn't surprise her when he inched lower and buried his head between her legs, teasing her panties with his teeth and hot breath. She writhed. And groaned. This was going to be so good, she thought. She opened her legs even wider, pulling the hem of her dress well above her waist. Knees bent, she looked down at the top of Nick's head and eased her fingers into his short hair. Those long, tanned fingers had pulled the crotch of her panties aside now, exposing her glistening sex for his admiration. He wasted no time in lowering his head and glorious tongue into her cunt. He tongued her clit, tracing circles before dipping into her wet tunnel. She could not keep still. He pulled on the soft V at the very top of her slit, sucking it deeper as his tongue frantically flicked over her creamy and sensitive bud. She cried out as his rhythm became faster, her hips rocked harder, his tongue flicked faster and faster and faster . . . sucking and sucking . . . harder . . . faster . . . "Oh Nick . . . I'm going to come!" The deep vibrations started, warming her thighs and bottom, creating a quake from the center of her being radiating to each limb, each fingertip. She eased her grip on his hair, relaxing her thighs. Her breath came in ragged puffs. Nick looked up from between her legs, a sultry smile on his wet face. Languidly she pushed herself up to her elbows, eyeing him hungrily. "That was so . . . incredible. But I have something for Santa." "Now tell me, St. Nick, have you been a bad boy this year?" Kristina slowly rolled to the side, pushing herself up into a half reclining position. The strap of her dress slipped from her shoulder and exposed most of her breast and a barely perceptible smudge of pale areola. Nick sat back, resting on his elbows. His cock was very erect, very hard and very thick. "Oh yeah. Very naughty." Her dress, now unzipped, was pulled over her head and tossed aside. Her small breasts and upturned thick nipples drew his attention. She cupped each breast in offering to him. But not too quick. First she touched her finger to Nick's lips. "Suck it." Nick sucked in her finger. Her green eyes darkened, the lids became heavier as she continued her seduction. She traced her wet finger around one of her nipples, then the other, watching in delight as they hardened. She loved touching her breasts, rolling the nipples around her thumbs and forefingers. She pushed them together, rising up on her knees. Nick untied the strings holding her red silk panties on, tossing the bit of fabric to the floor. Kristina knelt before him, lusty, legs spread, pale bush and stiff little clit. Her hands continued to work her breasts. Nick groaned and touched himself. Kristina smiled and began to crawl towards him. He watched her approach, his hand still slowly pumping his cock. "No, no . . . that's for me," Kristina purred, going down on Nick. His thick cock barely fit into her mouth. She tongued the glistening head, sucking up the salty precum while one of her dainty hands worked his shaft, the other hand massaging her own breast. Nick leaned farther back on his elbows and watched, a groan or two escaping between words of encouragement. Kristina worked his shaft, pumping and moaning, opening her mouth and inching just a little more of him deeper into her throat. She could feel his release building. His hips rose off the bed and tensed. Kristina bobbed her head up and down on his shaft and expertly worked her mouth and throat. "Look out. . . I'm coming." Nick groaned out in warning. Considerate of him, but she just happened to like swallowing. She buried her head deeper into his crotch, stroking and pumping until the first spurts of semen hit the back of her mouth. Suck, swallow, suck, swallow. She devoured him. They both lay back in each other's arms, coming down from the afterglow. Kristina continued to stroke his shaft lightly, splaying her fingers across his belly and testing the weight of him in her palm. Nick ran his fingers along the sensitive flesh on the side of her breast. Up and down he touched, rubbing his thumb over the hard nipple. Before long he took the erect point in his mouth and began to suckle and rub his body against hers. Kristina opened her legs for him easily. Nick smiled down at her with a wolfish grin. "You have definitely been a good little girl this year," he said before thrusting himself deep, deep inside her. *** Kristina gathered her skis. She was having a difficult time juggling the poles and skis. "Excuse me, Kristina? Here, let me help you," Nick pounced on her, taking the skis. Kristina smiled, a little flirtatiously. "Are you ready for your lesson today? It seems that I will be your instructor." He paused a moment seeing Matthew running towards him. "Whoa, whoa, don't run buddy. You'll slip and fall." Nick knelt down and clasped the little boy around the shoulders, taking a minute to zip up his coat. "Guess what? I'm going to the blue slopes today with my dad. Remember? You said I could," Matthew grinned, skipping after a man waiting for him by the lift. They both waved at Nick. Nick waved back. He turned back to Kristina with a smile. "You see? I taught Matthew to ski. We'll have you off the bunny slopes in no time." He guided Kristina to the new snow. Oh yes. This is definitely the best Christmas ever, all thanks to St. Nick. Merry Christmas to all and to all a very good night. <1st attachment begin> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+