It would have been an understatement to say that I was nervous that first day. Fortunately, the day started slowly and by the time the lines began to form, I had the butterflies in my stomach flying in formation. All the kids were anxious to see Santa. Most wanted to sit on my lap when they listed their wants for Christmas. Only one little guy had a boisterous breakdown at the concept of meeting Santa. His mother was pushing him to sit on my lap without success. Fortunately, the elves were helpful in calming him down and, when I sat on the floor to talk to him, he stood calmly in front of me and told me his dreams of gifts for Christmas.
On Monday, Simon handed me an envelope. He told me it was an advance against my pay. Later, when I checked the contents, I found fourteen hundred dollars, pay for my first three days less the hundred he had loaned me earlier. I shared my windfall with my landlady. I handed her two hundred for her kindness in helping me get ready for my first meeting with Simon. She responded and I soon had a larger domicile, with a separate bedroom and a larger closet. “You clean up really nice,” she commented.
Payday was Thursday. I got the remainder of my first week’s pay.
The elves and I shared a dressing room to get into our costumes. It was a mostly bare room with several chairs, lockers for our costumes and street clothes and dressing tables for the elves to check their makeup. We were all uneasy the first couple of days, changing into our costumes in front of each other. By midweek, the comfort level was vastly improved and the elves were frequently topless in front of me changing into their elf costumes that didn’t require a bra and I was comfortable in my Fruit of the Looms changing into my Santa Suit. It didn’t seem sexual although several of the elves had breasts I’d love to explore and I had to turn my back several times when my man parts responded inappropriately.
We settled into a comfortable pattern, Santa and his elves greeting wide-eyed children and their proud parents. Tuesday of the second week provided a sudden, welcome change in the routine. Early in the afternoon, I noticed three young women hanging around the North Pole area. They gave me the impression that they were coeds at the local university. They were dishing with each other and seemed to be daring each other to see Santa. After about an hour, one of the coeds, the one with the largest breasts, got into the line behind several five to eight year olds. Her companions laughed and pointed to her and she gave them a sly middle finger salute when she thought no one was looking.
She paid for a picture and eventually stood in front of me. I looked at her, confused by her presence. “Can I sit on your lap?” she asked.
“Of course,” I told her. I’d have been a fool to refuse.
She settled on my lap and squirmed around until she was comfortable. I was decidedly uncomfortable. She had managed to maneuver my penis into the space between her cheeks squeezed into her tight shorts with the expected results. She put one arm behind my neck and said, “Hi, Santa. I’m Sara.”
“Hi, Sara,” I said. “What can I bring you for Christmas?” I asked.
“I think I’ve found it already,” she said and wiggled her ass against my budding erection.
“I’m not sure that’s available,” I told her.
“That’s okay,” she said. “I was just checking if Santa wanted anything for himself for Christmas.”
“And, what did you learn?” I asked.
“That everything about Santa is exaggerated,” she said.
Speechless, I turned her toward the camera for her picture. She smiled for the photo and slid invitingly off my lap. “Thanks Santa,” she said as she left.
Julie, one of the elves whispered in my ear, “That was interesting.”
“It certainly was,” I whispered back.
“I can see that,” she responded. “Maybe I’ll tell you what I want for Christmas some day.”
I was speechless again so I turned to the next kid and her mother. Fortunately, the little girl didn’t want to sit on my lap and the few minutes I spent with her gave me the time I needed to relax my potential embarrassment.
The next day, the three coeds were back. They engaged in the usual banter with each other before the two who hadn’t seen Santa the day before got into line. I had a good idea what was coming and I took a short break to arrange myself into a position I thought would avoid the events of the previous day.
My effort was ineffective. Molly, the first to get to me, sat in my lap and, when she was unable to get as comfortable as she wanted, she brazenly used one hand to reposition me, hopefully unnoticed by anyone nearby. Sara, watching from the sidelines, almost collapsed in laughter.
Satisfied, Molly expressed her desire for Christmas and I told her I was pretty busy that day and I was sorry to disappoint her. She left and I was sure she wasn’t disappointed. Sue, the third coed of my experience, quickly replaced Molly with similar results. When she left the three of them blew kisses in my direction and walked away arm in arm, asses wiggling as they disappeared down the mall.
Next was a woman with her son. He appeared to be about six years old and his mother in her late thirties or early forties. The boy sat on my lap, unaware of my extended body part, and told me his extensive list of Christmas gift requests. After we got his photo, one of the elves led him away. His mother paused in front of me.
“Can I tell you my Christmas wish?” she asked.
“Of course,” I said.
“Great,” she said and she turned to sit in my lap. No way was this going to be comfortable for either of us.
I was wrong, she was very comfortable with what she discovered. I imagined I could feel her heat through Santa’s trousers.
“Those young ladies were a challenge,” she commented.
“True,” I admitted.
“They’re too young for you,” she continued.
“Possibly,” I said.
She laughed quietly. “I’m not,” she said.
“Oh,” I managed to say.
She turned on my lap for her photo. She used one hand on my leg and the other directly on my erection to lift her body to make turning easier.
“I’m not wearing panties,” she told me after the photo. “Do you want to check?”
“Not here,” I said.
“A wise decision,” she said. “When do you get off?” I wonder if she was aware of the double entendre.
“Eight,” I continued with my one word responses.
“Meet me at Applebee’s bar out front when you finish here,” she offered.
“Okay,” I said without thinking.
“Good,” she said. “Then I can tell you what I want for Christmas.”
When she left, my favorite elf was back again. “Are you okay?”
“I think so,” I said.
“Do you need a break?” she asked looking at my expanded package.
“No, I’ll be fine,” I said.
“I’m sure you will be,” she said as she left to attend to the next family.
After eight, the atmosphere in the changing room was noticeably friendlier. I removed the top half of the Santa costume and hung it on a hanger in the locker. I removed my shoes, lowered the bottom half of the costume and sat in a nearby chair to complete the removal. I was sitting in my t-shirt and briefs for a second, when Julie came over and sat in my lap. She was topless and wearing only panties. It was impossible to hide the shadow of her pudenda or my reaction. “See anything you like?” Julie asked.