Yezall Strongheart A Christmas Wish 
 
 
   
 
Lori had worked late almost every night for the last few weeks.  End of the year files to be closed, statements to be mailed kept her busy.  It was getting down to the wire before Christmas; she had to make it to the mall after work tonight.  She would have at least an hour before they closed, she would have to do some serious speed shopping! 
Shooing everyone out and locking the door behind her, she ran to her car and jumped in.  The mall was minutes away.  Lori drove around trying to find a close parking spot.  She settled for one not too far from the main door.  The parking lot was packed so the mall would be full as well.  As per her expectations, it was crowded and noisy.   The line to see Santa was a mile long even at this late hour.   Crying babies, who should be home in bed, squirmed in their mother’s arms, as they waited to get a picture on Santa’s lap. 
Lori avoided the area like the plague, walking quickly down a spoke of the mall toward a favorite store.   She found some great gifts for the people on her list.   She even tried on a few things for herself.  She looked at her watch and realized the mall would be closing soon.   Paying for her choices, she hurried from the store. 
As Lori spun into the center area of the mall her packages flew from her hands; her purse skidded across the floor.  She stopped a groaned, looking at her purchases spread in many directions.  Lori noticed that everything was very quiet now. She looked up the stairs and over the balcony area to realize no one was there.  The lights went out except for the dim security lights and the Christmas tree in the center.  She was in the process of gathering up her items and calling out, ‘Wait! Wait! Someone’s still in here!” hoping to alert someone locking the doors.  
Her voice echoed, as did her footfalls as she stumbled toward the doorway.  Realizing defeat she dropped her things where she stood.  She let out a load groan.  She heard a noise behind her. 
Turning, she saw Santa rise from his chair with a list in his hand.  “It seems like you’re on my naughty list, Lori.” 
Dumbfounded, she stared at him, “What?” 
Santa held up the list, “Naughty list, you’re on it.” He paused and when she just stared at him in disbelief he continued, “Thing is…if you expect to get anything for Christmas, we’re going to have to rectify this.” 
Lori walked closer to the man she knew was not Santa, since there was no Santa.  “How do you know my name?” 
He shows her the list, “It’s right here…” 
She smiles, “Right, Santa, now how do we get out of here?  I have to get home.” 
He chuckled and his portly belly jiggled.  “I’m sorry but we are here until morning.”  He then turned back to the chair he had been sitting in.  He had his back to her and began to shrug off the big red furry coat.   
Lori saw that beneath the coat was a well-muscled back, it rippled as he moved.  She was openly admiring the view when she noticed his hand shot out to the right, throwing a white beard in a box.  When he turned to face her again, there was a young, good-looking guy standing there, bare-chested, in Santa pants.   She cleared her throat and looked away. 
“What do you say, Lori, naughty or nice?” he said seductively. 
“You can’t be serious….” She mumbled, embarrassed.  She began to back away. 
“I’m very serious, the one way to get off the naughty list is to please Santa, Lori.” He grinned at her. 
Lori laughed nervously, “Ya… that would be great if there was a Santa.” 
“I’ll make you a believer, if you let me.” He took a step toward her, holding out his hand. 
She laughed loudly and it echoed.  She took a step back. 
“Lori, this could be a night you will never forget, or you have the choice to deny yourself and just wait until morning.” He explained. 
Surprised that she was even considering it, Lori sat down on a candy cane chair meant for one of Santa’s elves.  She was definitely attracted to him.  “So…what do I have to do to please ‘Santa’? “She asked playfully. 
The ‘Santa-Man’ came closer and kneeled in front of Lori.  “I’m immortal, Lori.  I live at the North Pole with a bunch of elves, Mrs. Claus is a myth.”  He laughs softly, “I don’t get out much. I’m pretty easy to please.” 
She looked into his sparkling blue eyes and saw he was telling the truth.  Lori nodded. 
He took her hand and she rose from the chair.  He was able to open the locked stores with a wave of his hand.  They helped themselves to some Christmas cookies and some cartons of milk.  Giggling like children, they entered a media store turning on a romantic movie.  They curled up on the huge couch in the room made to look like a living room.  They snuggled and ate cookies, and encouraged by the movie they watched, they kissed. 
Lori didn’t resist when he began to remove her clothes.  She wanted him.   
He was slow and gentle as he teased her nipples.  They rose hard under his touch.  He moved his hand down her smooth skin, over stomach, to her most intimate place. 
She drew in a sharp breath and let it out slowly, ending in a moan.  She explored his body slowly as well, finally reaching his throbbing cock. 
The movie had ended and the silence was filled with sounds of satisfaction.  The heavy breath from his heaving chest fell on her moist thighs.   His tongue pleasured her clit as she licked and sucked his cock. 
He stopped long enough to turn while still positioned above her.  He looked down, smiling.  He eased into her slowly. 
Lori closed her eyes briefly savoring every inch.   As he sped up his pace, she matched it thrust for thrust.  The peak of their mating was explosive, their voices echoing their pleasure throughout the entire mall.  They lay spent in each other’s arms. 
When he was able to speak, he merely held her chin in his hand and said, “Thank you.”   
She smiled, “My pleasure…”  She leaned against his strong chest and fell asleep. 
“Miss...Miss?  Oh my gosh are you alright?”   
Lori’s eyes fluttered open and two young girls were standing over her.   She sat up and saw her packages scattered around her.  Looking down she could see she was fully dressed.  She looked around her wide-eyed and confused. 
“Are you okay?” one of the girls said, “You may have hit your head. We just found you here when we opened the stores.” 
Lori looked toward the center of the mall where Santa’s chair was.   “Where’s Santa?” she inquired. 
The girls looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders, “He’s not here yet.  Would you like us to call an ambulance?”  
Lori shook her head in hopes of clearing it Of course; I hit my head and dreamed all that Santa stuff. “I’ll be fine, thank you.”   
The girls helped Lori with her packages and walked with her to the main door.  Just before they reached the door a very jolly man in a red suit entered.  The girl’s called out, “Hey Santa!” 
As they passed by him he winked at Lori, “Remember to be a good girl.” 
 
 
 
 
 
 Publication Date: December 10th 2011 https://www.bookrix.com/-yezall