My sister Kay found out the other day that I was going to be playing Santa Claus on the same evening that she was going to be travelling through town. I told her she should stop by and get a picture on Santa’s lap but she replied, “My idea of sitting on Santa’s lap might not work with a crowd around.” Yeah, that got my north pole as hard as polar ice!!

Anyhow, that evening it seemed like every mother and grandmother that came to get their precious little one’s picture with Santa also wanted to make Santa smile, because the tits were all out and every time they leaned forward, I was treated to spectacular views of cleavage and tits! More than one of them caught me looking and called me naughty! They could have called me whatever they wanted, I was still having a hell of a time looking at their tits!!!

The gig finally was coming to an end around 9:00 and the girls, I mean elves, all climbed on my lap and hung over my shoulders. Right as they were getting ready to take the last picture, the red-headed high school senior leaned near my ear and whispered that she hoped I had enjoyed my evening. “We were telling the Mom’s that Santa was naughty but smiled bigger for Moms that gave him a reason to smile!” Everyone burst out laughing and they each gave me a hug and headed for their cars. I turned from watching all of those sweet young bodies walk away, eager to get to my dressing room so I could stroke off the erection that the Santa coat barely hid.

That was when I saw Kay, standing near the escalator up to the second floor where the store that I was using as a changing room was located. I walked over toward her as she slowly clapped her hands. “Some guys will do anything to get girls to sit on his lap.” I looked around quickly and held my finger up to shush her. There was not a person near enough to hear, but still.

Kay is a few years younger than I am, and while only a credit card thickness over 5 foot in height, she has tits that turn men’s heads and have since she was 11! She hugged and rubbed her tits into me. I thought about rotating my hips forward and letting her know just how glad I was to see her, but then saw a small boy come out of a store holding his mother’s hand and thought better of it.

We stepped onto the escalator, she was a step ahead of me and I found myself staring at her form under her long winter coat and wishing I could just bury my face in her ass. I know, Santa is not supposed to be evil, but after watching so many naughty girls over the centuries, I have definitely become a Santa that you would not want coming into the apartment of your daughter late at night!!! I was really glad the fur lining of the Santa coat padded things lower on my torso because by the time we reached the next floor up, I was ready for action.