Matt
Knowing Merrie was just down the hall in the living room made it impossible to sleep last night. Every time I closed my eyes I had visions of her on top of me, riding my cock. I tossed and turned in bed, trying to convince myself it was not a good idea to go down the hall, slowly inch up her skirt, and watch her spread her legs for me so I could press my mouth to her pussy, which I was sure would be dripping wet.
I was thinking about calling off work when I went out into the open kitchen living area in my workout clothes. I would spend the day with her, make out with her, maybe convince her to let me eat her out.
But she wasn’t asleep on the couch. Instead, the blankets were neatly folded.
I let out a frustrated breath and sent her a text message.
She didn’t respond to my texts or calls all day.
You probably took it too far yesterday.
But my dick thought I hadn’t taken it far enough.
It wascold but not snowing when I took Kringle out for a walk early that afternoon. The dog made a beeline for the Christmas market, and for once, I didn’t try to convince him otherwise.
It was the perfect excuse to stop by Merrie’s shop.
What would I say to her? What if she didn’t want to see me? Why wasn’t she responding to my calls?
But she wasn’t there. Her shop was packed, though, and a line stretched out the door. People seemed more interested in taking selfies in front of the pretty displays than buying ornaments.
Figures. You can’t sell Christmas ornaments in a small town. It’s insane.
They were all over the trays of cookies Merrie had left out. One guy reached for an impeccably decorated cookie, opened the wrapper, and took a bite.
“You need to pay for that,” I snapped.
“But they’re free,” he sputtered.
“The hell?” Cookies like that were not free.
He pointed at a box with a sign that read, “Donate what you can.”
“For the ornaments, not cookies,” I said sharply.
He fished in his pants for a credit card while people jostled in line behind him. I picked up the donation box and stepped around the counter with it. Merrie had an off-brand tablet and a credit card reader. I fired it up. It asked for a password.
1225. Easy.
“How much?” the guy asked.
I inspected the cookie. Looked expensive. “Ten dollars.”
“For a cookie?”
“It comes with a free ornament.” I bared my teeth in a smile.
He swiped his card and selected an ornament from the
display.
Matt:Where are you? Are you OK?
Matt:No one is in your shop.
She had clearly meant to leave if she had set out the donation box. However, I didn’t want to leave her shop unattended. A lot of people were trying to get a cookie.
