“It was a thousand,” I corrected.
“Yeah, I'm seriously underdressed,” she said under her breath.
“Do you want to take off your coat?” I asked.
“I'm not wearing much under this,” she said.
“What are you wearing under it?” I asked, sipping the wine.
“I'm all wrapped up like a present.”
That got my dick's attention.Wrapped up how?it wanted to know.
“Buuuut,” she drawled, smirking at my expression. “Now that you mention it, maybe I do want a five-star evening. Wine me. Dine me,” she said, swirling the goblet. “Give me the true Owen Frost treatment.”
She speared one of the olives on the plate and slowly stuck it in her mouth, her lips making a little O shape.
“Yum! I love the feeling of balls in my mouth.”
My pants were uncomfortably tight.
“But the bigger question is,” Holly continued, “is sausage the next course?”
I set my wineglass down and stood up. “You know, I was trying not to treat you like a sex object but rather like a woman with thoughts and feelings.”
“Yeah, and I appreciate that, except all my thoughts and feelings revolve around sex and Christmas, which is why I really needed you to answer the door in nothing but a Santa hat,” she countered. “Maybe Santa’s utility belt too.”
“I don't have a utility belt.”
“Next time,” she told me. “Now about that dinner. I'm starving for some meat.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “You can't just say you're wrapped like a present underneath that—I hesitate to call it a coat since it barely covers anything—and then just want to sit here eating dinner.”
“But you planned it so nicely,” she said, taking a sip of the wine. “I don't want to steal your thunder.”
“Steal it.”
“Santa baby,” she sang as she slowly removed the red coat. “I want you coming in my chimney tonight!”
The coat dropped and revealed Holly literally wrapped as a present. It was like a one-piece bathing suit with eighty percent of it missing. The single ribbon between her legs hid not much at all. It made a red line up to her tits, wrapped around her back, and made a bow in the front.
I swallowed, my cock aching.
“Do you know why Santa's so jolly?” she cooed. “It's because he knows where all the naughty girls live!”
45
Holly
Iloved costumes, especially Christmas costumes. I wondered if I had gone a little overboard on this one, though.
“You look like you're going to combust,” I said. “Fire and ice don't mix, Mr. Frost. Could be dangerous.”
“I assure you I will not spontaneously combust,” he said, undoing his tie and hanging it, along with his jacket, carefully over the chair. Then he stepped up to me. His fingertips lightly caressed the bare skin that was not covered by the ribbon. It was supposed to be a fun, sexy outfit. As such, it did not cover much. I shivered as he ran his fingers lightly over me.
Two fingers hooked under the ribbon that went from my tits straight to my pussy. Owen pulled on the ribbon, and I gasped as it rubbed against my clit. He smiled slightly then pulled me to him by the ribbon. I fell into his arms, stumbling on my tall heels.
I moaned as he kissed me, his tongue tangling with mine, one hand gripping my ass as the other toyed with the ribbon, giving me delicious friction between my legs.
