She shrugs and points to a coat I didn't see on the other couch.
"Come closer, Jacob."
"I don't think I should. You look too…"
"Too what?"
"Too delicious for words. I might do something we'll both regret."
She starts tugging at the laces of her red corset and steps towards me. I reach to put my hand on top of hers to stop her.
"You need to sober up, baby girl."
Her eyes shine at the endearment, and I curse myself for letting it out.
"It seems that being drunk is the only way I can talk to you. I've tried several times and failed."
"I know, but…"
I get her coat from where it's lying and help her put it on.
"I'm going to melt with this on, Jacob."
"I can get you some of my clothes to put on if you want."
She takes off the damn coat and tosses it back onto the other couch.
"I'll drink my coffee if you sit beside me and keep me company."
I clear my throat because there's a big knot that's almost choking me.
"Give me a few minutes. Just keep on drinking that coffee."
I rush to my room and close the door behind me. I take off my Santa suit and the padding that I've been going around with. That's why the clerk at the front desk looked at me funny.
I turn on the shower and get the water to just the right temperature. The warm water feels wonderful against my skin.
I'm tense, and my cock is aching for release. I might be able to give it that release here in the shower. I feel it pulse as my thoughts return to the blond beauty awaiting me in the living room.
She's perfect. How can one tiny, curvy beauty be so perfect? I soap myself up and quickly wash my body, except when I reach between my legs, I give in to my animalistic side. In my mind, I am claiming my baby girl on that bed full of rose petals, and she's begging me for more.
It's not long until the images in my mind cause me to spill my load onto the shower wall and down the drain. I haven't come so hard in my life. This is what that woman does to me. I rinse myself off and reach for a towel.
As I dry myself, I keep a check on my greedy cock that still wants the angel in the other room. I put on flannel PJs I've never worn. Before I leave the room, I grab a t-shirt and two pairs of socks for me and Marci.
When I enter the suite’s living area, I find Marci scrolling on her phone.
"You've got reception?"
"No, I called the front desk for the Wi-Fi password. I hope that's okay."
"Yeah, sure."
I kneel down in front of her and pick up one foot. I cover it with a wool sock and do the same to the other foot. Then, I toss the t-shirt onto her lap.
"Put this on."
She eyes me curiously, but does as I say. When she sits down, she pulls her throw over her legs. Did she bring that with her? I've never seen it before. She grabs the cup of coffee again and keeps on drinking. I relent and sit next to her.
