Holly's Jolly Christmas

12 Nights of Christmas: Holly’s Jolly Christmas Ciarra Sims All rights reserved.

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Chapter One Dear Santa: I need a man. Not a rich one or a perfect lover, just a kind, caring, maybe funny and decent looking guy… Holly watched the kids at the mall clamor for a place on Santa’s lap as she mused over her love life. Hell, she’d take a Neanderthal at this point, just as long as he knew where to stick it and give her a thrill. Holly tried not to laugh out loud… she was tired and just wanted to lug her last minute gifts home, take a shower and catch a taxi to the airport. She had plenty of time, as her watch would show plainly… she glanced and… Oh damnation, it had stopped! How long had she been at the mall? Couldn’t have been more than forty-five minutes. She was supposed to work a half-day today, but a last minute meeting had trounced that plan. But still, she’d had plenty of time when she’d left the office at 4 p.m. Her flight wasn’t until nine. And now it was… where was a clock when you needed one? There -- on the wall above the toy store. 7 p.m.? That wasn’t possible! Holly picked up her pace, half running outside. The cabs were filling and pulling away before she could get to the curb. No cabs came to take their place. This was unbelievable! There were always cabs at the mall! Finally, a single yellow sedan pulled up. Holly barely waited for it to stop before she opened the door and jumped in, throwing her bags on the seat. “Hey, lady. Give it a rest. ’Tis the season you know.” “Yeah, and I’m going to miss my flight.” “To the airport?” “First to my apartment on White and Fletcher. I’ll grab my bag, then to the airport.” “I’ll take you to the apartment, but I’m off in thirty.”

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“I’ll pay extra!” Holly almost shrieked. “Not enough money in the world will make up for my wife’s screeching if I don’t do some Christmas shopping. Nope, you get another taxi for the airport run.” Holly tried a million ways to convince the driver on the ride to her apartment, but just her luck, she got the one cabbie that wouldn’t budge for a hefty tip. She couldn’t believe the bad luck she was suddenly having. These things didn’t happen to her. She was organized, smart and punctual. She knew what she wanted and how to get it. Her job as interpreter for the ambassador to the U.N. was regimented and by the book. She spoke four languages and could make a mean chicken cacciatore. She had a smart apartment downtown in a prime neighborhood and knew how to take care of herself. In all ways. Her sex life was what she made of it. A vibrator she kept hidden in her underwear drawer satisfied her for the most part, if not lacking in spontaneity and imagination. But a vibrator understood late hours and bad schedules, and didn’t make demands and insist she make a choice. She did meet dozens of interesting people at the embassy every day, but no prospective bedfellows. There were rules about mixing work with pleasure, and pillow talk was dangerous with foreign dignitaries. So Holly abided by the rules and kept a sharp lookout for Mr. Right Now. She wanted a friend and a lover on her terms. Once again the holidays had rolled around and she was booked on a flight home to Saint Paul for Christmas. Her family was large and extensive… kids, spouses, significant others and a few tagalongs all converged on the Tanner household to celebrate the holiday spirit. And to grill each other on their lives. If only Holly had a dime for every time someone asked, “How’s your love life? Who did you bring home this year? Time’s passing, Holly. You can’t be too choosy…” Well, the last was her own little voice, niggling her conscience. But really, to settle on something so important as a mate wasn’t Holly’s speed. Her life was full and did she really have time for a relationship? Even on her days off she tutored local high

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school kids in French, German and Spanish. There wasn’t time or much energy left over to hunt down and snare her Romeo. But try telling her family that. They measured success by the suburban standard of marriage, kids and familial responsibilities. It was easier to just pretend she was following the prescribed plan. Two years ago she had brought an unattached neighbor. Barton was well dressed at all times, smart and very talented as an architect. He was also gay. It was a great set-up. No strings attached. Barton was her boyfriend in an easy charade. Her family was impressed and better yet, all intrusive questions on Holly’s personal life had stopped. It began as one of the best Christmases in a long time. But then the unthinkable happened and Barton fell for Holly’s cousin Ben. Damn! The two were caught kissing on the porch swing, by Holly’s mother no less. And that became the Christmas Holly was dumped and her boyfriend turned gay. The tale was legendary in her family, and last year the sympathetic looks grew to a new pity plateau. Ben and Bart were still a happy couple and Holly was about to return home to the grilling she dreaded. Her mind searched for all sorts of desperate solutions. Perhaps she could pay an escort to be the suave new ‘love of her life.’ Or she could troll gay bars and offer cash for a holiday gigolo. It could grow to a new holiday tradition… In pursuit of a pretend boyfriend that wouldn’t wear too much makeup. It seemed funny now and Holly could smile until she remembered her Aunt Frannie’s voice in her ear. “I could fix you up with my best friend Margie’s son. He’s a good catch.” Her aunt would laugh loudly and share the joke. The ‘good catch’ was a lobster fisherman in Maine. Then Aunt Matilda would cruise by with a heaped plate of potato salad and cranberries, balanced with a cup of eggnog wobbling precariously. “You aren’t getting any younger, Holly Bear. Tick tock.” Then she’d try to tap her watch, as if Holly’s biological clock really was about to expire. The eggnog would tip and spill and all eyes would turn to Holly as if it were all her fault for being single and barren.

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Holly knew she was a psychoanalyst’s dream come true. But really, what else could she do? Not show up? Not show up… The idea bounced through Holly’s brain for a moment. What she wouldn’t give to avoid the looks from her two sisters who always seemed to be pregnant. They’d tilt their heads and pat their bellies. “Don’t worry, dear, someone will come along.” Someone? Just anyone then? Her mother was the worst. “So do you even have a boyfriend? You should come home and meet some of these good boys raised right. You can’t find a decent man in that crowded city.” She’d give Holly a look that said it all. Then she would recount the erroneous fact that all serial killers were from big cities and just waiting for “girls like Holly.” What kind of girl was Holly? Thirty-two and unattached. Attractive, in a cute way, with short curly hair just above her shoulders, in a dark shade of chestnut. Her body was plump, a little top heavy but looked great in most clothes and out of them. Holly gave herself some props. She had to be her own cheerleader with her family giving out hard knocks at every turn. She got the feeling her mother would be fine with her dating a serial killer as long as he looked like husband material. In her twenties Holly’d been horrified when her mother began setting her up during the holidays with neighborhood men. No small hints either. Holly would arrive at the airport to find a stranger sent by her mother to pick her up. One year it was Brad, then Jeremy. All perfectly fine except Holly had nothing in common with them. And the holidays became more insufferable every year. Not show up… Holly stopped her packing of last minute essentials. The cabbie had dropped her at her apartment and she’d called for another cab. Her main packing was done except for her makeup bag. A car horn blared reminding her of the cab’s arrival.

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Not show up? What was she thinking? Her family would have a tizzy fit and launch an investigation. They’d call until she had no peace of mind, and if she didn’t answer, they’d call the police, sure she was a victim of some heinous crime. Holly sighed. She was a prisoner of her family.

Chapter Two The traffic was of course abysmal and she arrived at the airport at crunch time. Everyone was rushing about, jostling each other for a place in line at the ticket counters. Holly had her ticket purchased months ago and it was safely tucked in her purse. Patiently, she took her place in the check-in line. Fifteen minutes later, she moved forward. The line was so slow, she’d never make it! By the time she got to the front, the ticket agent’s smile was wearing thin and she merely looked inquiringly at Holly. Holly slapped down her ticket decisively. “Check-in for flight 415 to Minneapolis, Saint Paul.” The agent shook her head. “Sweetie, that flight is booked up and your seat long gone. You have to be here an hour before flight time to check in.” “Oh, but I have a ticket and I was here but this line moved so slow.” “These are the holidays, miss. I’m afraid a standby passenger took your seat.” Holly bit her lip to keep her patience intact. “I need to get home and I booked this flight two months ago. Now I want my seat.” “No can do.” “Then I’ll take the next flight.” “All sold out. I can put you on standby but it’ll be a snowball’s chance in hell that anything will open up this time of year. Sorry. Next please.” “But…” Holly was jostled out of the way by the crowd behind her. She dropped her ticket and scrambled to catch her purse before it slipped from her arm. A hand in a dark blue sleeve scooped up her ticket and grabbed her carry-on. “Perhaps I can be of assistance?” Still crouching, Holly looked into a pair of vivid eyes so dark blue they appeared violet. “I… uh I don’t think so. Not unless you can get me to Saint Paul.”

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“That’s easy to do. Follow me.” He guided her elbow, helping her to stand, then escorted her down the terminal. Without invitation, he grabbed her suitcase and carry­ on, lugging both with little effort. Holly couldn’t help notice his physique wasn’t that tall, perhaps five-eight or ­ nine, about the same height as hers, but he had no trouble filling out the dark blue uniform that almost bulged to cover his chest and shoulders. He was built like a bull! His sandy blond hair was neatly trimmed to his collar and he seemed perfectly happy to fit his fast stride to Holly’s slower one. “It’s quite a ways,” he apologized. “We’re the last terminal beside the South Poule one.” “South Poule?” “Shh! Don’t say it too loud. It may be taken as your wish to go there instead. North Poule is perfect for your first time.” “Huh?” Holly was walking with a madman. “Wait a minute… who are you and where are you taking me? I want to go to Saint Paul, not this Poule place.” “Of course. Sorry. I should explain. I’m Dan, the steward for Polar Flight Express. We are a skip and a beat away from Saint Paul. You come to North Poule and we’ll get you to your destination from there.” Holly considered the facts. He didn’t look like a madman and it was easy to check a flight itinerary. “Are you a new airline? I’ve never heard of Polar Flight Express or this North Poule and I grew up in Saint Paul.” Dan smiled and his eyes sparkled violet. “We’re new to the passenger aspect. We used to fly cargo only. As for North Poule, we’ve always been there, just a spot on the map by Saint Paul’s standards. But if you ask for us, we’ll be there for you. We’re pretty exclusive.” “Pricey, you mean?” Holly looked at her flight ticket. “Don’t worry. We have economy flights too.” Dan caught sight of a peoplemover cart driven by a tiny man headed their way. “Ah, here’s Horatio to take us the rest of the way.”

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The cart barreled straight at them then skidded to a halt, mere inches from their legs. Holly caught her breath and Dan grasped her hand in reassurance. “Horatio’s something of a joker. Don’t encourage him by showing fear.” He’s a menace! Holly was about to retort, but Dan’s hand around hers was warm and gave her goosebumps in a good way. She felt his hip against hers and tried not to shiver. Get a grip, Holly. He’s attractive sure, but you just met him. “Climb on board, m’lady.” The little man smiled, and showed strange pointy little teeth. His uniform was hunter green and his shoes some sort of tan slipper with bells attached. A red cap was pulled low over his head. He stared at Holly’s breasts in a way that made her feel dirty. “My eyes are up here, buddy!” Holly glared. “Sorry,” Dan breathed in her ear as he helped her aboard the people mover. “Horatio has a bit of the uncouth about him. It’s in his blood.” They were barely settled before Horatio hit the gas and took off down the terminal. Luckily, the crowd had thinned to almost nothing and Holly watched as the lighted terminal grew shadowed. Dan still had hold of her hand and she did not intend to pull away from his warm grasp. “Where are the rest of the passengers?” “Oh, they’ve boarded. We are running behind waiting for you.” “Me?” “I mean the last seat to be filled.” Up front, Horatio cackled, “Good save, Dan.” Holly wanted to ask questions but the cart halted at a ticket desk. A very low ticket desk with another tiny man standing behind it in the same green uniform as Horatio. “About time, Dan,” the small man growled. “Captain’s getting antsy to take off. Even the South Poule degenerates took off a few minutes ago.” “Shut up, Boris.” Dan’s voice held the first hint of anger. “Don’t mention the other Express. Captain Rudolph will have your ears if he gets wind of it.”

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Boris reached under his red cap to feel his ears as if to reassure himself they were still there. Holly stared, noticing one side of the cap had slipped. A very pointy ear protruded. Boris hastily tucked the cap down then glared Holly’s way. “Well. You got a problem?” Holly gulped. “Nope.” Poor guy, stunted and a birth defect to boot. She noticed Boris was staring at her breasts with the same lascivious look on his face as Horatio’s earlier. Dan cleared his throat. “Stop it, Boris. Take the lady’s ticket and change it for ours. Then let’s get on board.” Boris almost ripped the ticket from Holly’s hand and handed her a thick card with an official looking stamp. Holly read the sparkly writing in fancy calligraphy. “Polar Flight Express to North Poule… one way. Hey, my other ticket was a return trip.” “Sorry.” Dan explained, “We’ll get you the return ticket after we check the flight times from Saint Paul. We’ll get you where you want to go, you have my promise.” Strangely, he kissed the back of her hand, running his tongue over it. Holly should have pulled away but her legs trembled and her thighs grew heated to the point of moisture pooling between her legs. Oh man, I need to get laid! Horatio took her bags while she followed Dan down the ramp into the boarding tunnel where Christmas jingles bounced off the walls in all directions until Holly’s head spun. Loud and boisterous, the fa la la la la’s made her eardrums pound until she wanted to cover her ears. Dan said something she couldn’t hear and she stumbled trying to see in the shadowed tunnel. A pair of strong arms grabbed her and pulled her against him. Then he pushed her back against the tunnel wall, his face close to hers. “Remember this when you choose.” His lips moved against hers, teasing one moment then forcing her to open her mouth. His tongue was warm, almost hot, and slid inside her mouth aggressively. The muscular body pressed into hers and Holly could plainly feel a hard-on against her thigh. She meant to push him away but instead her thighs opened and he moved between them. The smell of bayberry and cinnamon seemed to fill the tunnel as

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Holly’s body responded and her skirt was lifted. His lips against hers paused. His eyes sparkled. “Do you want it?” Holly knew it was madness, sheer craziness that made her reply… “Yes.”

Chapter Three A thick finger slid along the leg band of her panties and crept underneath. He pulled the puff of hair around her pussy gently, teasing wetness from between her cleft. Then the finger felt her softness, played with the small button that ached to be touched. Another finger joined in then delved deeper, sliding inside her cunt, then easing back. Holly rode the motion, gasping for breath. She looked down but could see only shadows as Dan’s voice whispered in her ear, over the crashing of the carol chords. “Let yourself go. No one can hear. Feel it and remember who brought you that feeling.” A third finger entered her, pressing deep, rubbing. She wanted Dan to fuck her with the sound of sleigh bells ringing, the smells of Christmas around her. But the bells were growing close and the vibration of tromping footsteps on the tunnel floor could clearly be felt. “Damn.” Dan swore and let Holly down gently. Horatio and Boris’ voices carried the tunes as they sang to the music, raucously changing the lyrics to filthy ditties. Dan pulled Holly down the rest of the tunnel to the boarding door. A modelperfect blond steward beamed a blazing smile her way. “Good day, miss. I’m Blitz and if there is anything you want, don’t hesitate to ask.” “Back off, Blitz.” Dan spoke slowly, almost menacingly. “You know the rules, Dan.” Blitz laughed. “You had your chance, now it’s time to give her up. You’re the last passenger, miss, so take the available seat and buckle up.” Holly looked into the interior of the plane. It was small and held just twenty-four passengers. She wondered how the airline made any sort of profit. Come to think of it, the majority of the passengers were female and the stewards were very attentive. All

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very handsome male stewards. Not that she was complaining -- it was just obvious the airline catered to a certain clientele. The seat was in the middle of the plane on the end of the row, and somehow Dan managed to be her steward as he made sure her seatbelt was buckled, taking a long time testing its fastener, his hand lingering in her lap. A sapphire ring on his pinkie finger winked at her. Funny she hadn’t noticed it before, but then, she’d had other things on her mind. Dan smiled and gave her shoulder a pat before walking down the aisle to prepare for takeoff. Something about him was different. Holly wasn’t sure but there was something… A deep voice over the loudspeaker came on and she forgot everything. Like thick dark molasses, the voice coated her ears, making her toes curl. “Good day, ladies and gents. I want to take a moment to thank you for flying Polar Flight Express to North Poule.” Holly swore there was a trace of an accent in the tone. It might have been Australian and it was certainly the sexiest thing she had heard in her life! The voice continued. “My name is Captain Rudolph and if there is anything I or my crew can do to make your stay more pleasant please do not hesitate to ask.” Holly wondered if he would comply if she requested the captain talk dirty to her. Chances of his looking as scrumptious as he sounded were impossible but just the voice alone could make her orgasm. She was feeling mighty hot already and it had nothing to do with Dan’s earlier flirting. “My crew is always at your beck and call, so don’t be shy. And if you can’t remember their names just remember, on Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer, on Blitzen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Vixen. You guessed it, we’re Santa’s reindeer and my job is to guide this sleigh right to North Poule, so sit back, relax and prepare for a time you’ll never forget.” The passengers chuckled at the monikers and sighed with relief as the plane took off and gained altitude. The captain knew his stuff and the plane’s takeoff was the smoothest Holly could ever remember.

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Once in the air Dan was back, this time carrying a beverage tray. “Cocktail? Soda? Tea?” “Tea, please.” “It’s spearmint flavor.” “Fine.” Holly sipped her drink, as her eyes grew drowsy. Suddenly her eyes popped open. It was dark both inside the plane and out. How long had she been out? Her tea glass was gone and in its place on her tray was a note. Meet me behind the curtain. Whatever had come over Holly earlier in Dan’s arms was gone. She certainly wasn’t about to get it on in the corner of an airplane. This was not some Mile High Club. Or was it? A giggle from the back of the plane called attention to a buxom blonde exiting the restroom with a handsome dark-skinned steward in tow. Holly had second thoughts about the nature of her newfound travel plans. Well, she was an adult and could just behave herself. Fending off Captain Rudolph’s hunks couldn’t be that difficult. The cockpit door opened and a halo of light from the flight cabin outlined a curly-haired man with cherubic cheeks. He walked by Holly and smiled, his cheeks dimpling. Was that the deep-voiced Captain Rudolph? Cute… very cute. He stopped and turned back. “You are the only one awake it appears. I like to stretch my legs a bit and chat with a passenger or two during flight. Are you game?” No accent that Holly could pick up. This must be the co-pilot. “Sure.” “Come with me.” The dimples appeared again and Holly was putty to his request.

Chapter Four He obviously knew his way around the plane in the dark as he led her to a curtained area with stairs leading down. “Don’t worry, this is a converted cargo plane. We’ve had it pressurized down here too. Makes for quite a cozy lounge area for both the crew and a few select passengers.” He opened a door, and to Holly’s amazement, the converted hold was a complete compartment of chairs and couches, with a bar to boot. The light was muted but sufficient and showed not only furnishings but another door at one end. “That goes to where Horatio and the other staff have their flight quarters. To go in there would be unadvisable… very unadvisable.” Remembering the leering gazes of the little men, Holly shuddered. The co-pilot missed nothing. “Cold? Here.” He took off his jacket and put it over her shoulders. “Have a seat. I’ll warm you up some mulled wine.” He wandered to the bar just as Dan appeared, looking none too happy. “So there you are.” “She’s mine now.” The co-pilot continued mixing her drink, obviously not worried. “Oh, no. I didn’t get much of a chance.” “Not my fault you put her to sleep, Don.” Holly stared… Don? Wasn’t it Dan? “Blame my bungling brother. He heated her up but failed to follow through. I still get my shot.” Holly’s head whipped around to stare closely at the sandy-haired steward. There was something different about him. The eyes were lighter. “Twins?” she gasped.

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“Does that turn you on?” Don was at her side in a second. “Sit here on the couch. I can have my brother Dan here in a second if you want a double shot.” Laughter sounded and the co-pilot handed Holly a mug of steaming cinnamon spiced mulled wine. “I think you’ve struck out, Don. The lady wants a man, not an animal with rutting instincts. Be a good reindeer. Go back upstairs and try your base charms with another passenger. This one’s mine.” “Vixen, you’re a real bastard, you know that?” Don stomped off. The co-pilot guided Holly to a sofa as he apologized. “Sorry about Dan and Don… they have some sort of bet to see who can seduce the most passengers. It’s partly the captain’s fault for encouraging their reindeer games. I’m Vic by the way, Vixen if you’re in the Christmas spirit.” Holly laughed. “You really do have reindeer monikers?” “Yep. Eight reindeers, some randy and some just horny. Plus the captain. He doesn’t…” “Join in any reindeer games?” Holly giggled. The wine was strong. “You guessed it.” Vic sat next to her and stretched his legs to the coffee table. “Tell me about yourself.” “I’m Holly Tanner, on my way home to Saint Paul for the holidays.” “Holly? That’s perfect for this crowd.” Vic watched her drink down the wine and Holly liked the way his brown eyes looked at her. They were like a deer’s -- limpid pools she could drown in. “Don’t look at me that way unless you want me to join the others’ horny ranks.” Vic’s dimples deepened. Holly swallowed. He was adorable. As Vic took the empty mug from her, his hand covered hers. He caressed her fingers lightly then withdrew, setting the mug on the table. “So, Holly, have you been a good girl this year that Santa should reward… or a bad girl to be punished?” Holly stared mesmerized. What was it about these Polar Flight Express men that made her hot and bothered?

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Vic smiled. “I can guess.” Still smiling innocently, his dimples drawing her eyes, he pulled Holly onto his lap. Without a word, he tilted her chin until her lips were easily accessible. “Tell Vixen what you would like him to do for your Christmas present.” His lips pressed hers, then retreated almost shyly. “Do?” Holly breathed. “What do you mean?” “There’s this…” Vic nibbled her neck below her ear lobe. “… or this.” He slid the jacket from her shoulders and let his hand wander to her chest. It cupped her breast through the material of her blouse, finding a nipple barely concealed by her bra and stroking the nub until it hardened. Holly arched forward. This was too much! But she didn’t protest, rather, she reached between them to where an obvious erection pressed against her backside. Vic’s breath came in a rush. “You are a bad girl. There’s only one cure for that.” He tipped Holly backward, flipping her onto her stomach, lying over his knees. Her skirt was lifted high, her backside bared. Without a word, he slapped her butt with the palm of his hand. “Ouch!” Holly squirmed as another smack against her ass came down harder. But Vic held her and continued spanking her, the hard strokes making her ass grow hot till each paddle brought her nerves to the surface. With the next spank, her cunt felt a twinge and she caught her breath in excitement. She actually felt an orgasm building! Holly didn’t require any restraining now as she looked forward to the paddling. She sighed as another stroke teased her pussy into unbelievable wetness. The spanking stopped and Vic slid his hand between her ass cheeks to the apex of her thighs. He crooked a finger against her pussy and felt the wetness. “Yeah, baby. You like that.” It wasn’t a question and Holly wanted to feel far more. She rubbed against Vic’s lap, encouraging him. “No, pet. I want you on your knees, that beautiful ass offered to me.” He rose, causing Holly to slide to the floor on her knees. The sound of a belt jangling was apparent and Holly began to sweat in anticipation. It had been so long since she’d had

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sex other than with a vibrator and never like this! She wanted it and she deserved it… after all it was her holiday! Hands caressed her ass, reached under her to cup her breasts. A hard cock pressed against her but missed her cunt and thrust wildly. Vic tried again and slid between her butt cheeks instead. Holly stiffened. She’d never had anal sex and wasn’t too sure. But Vic missed that hole too and suddenly came with a rush, spraying jism all over Holly’s backside. “No! No!” Vic screamed in frustration. “This never happens! One night with Cupid and suddenly I can’t make it with a woman! Damn it!” The sound of a satisfied grunt was heard and a dark-skinned steward appeared. “Told you, Vic. One night with me and women would seem blasé. Now be a good boy and let Cupid take care of that frustration.” Holly watched amazed as the dark-skinned Cupid helped Vic up and sat him on the couch, kneeling between his legs. Vic’s flaccid penis was already rising and a few fistings by Cupid brought on a full erection. “Sit back,” Cupid breathed. “You’re all mine and don’t you forget it.” “Yes. All yours.” Vic groaned as Cupid took his cock into his mouth and began sucking. Holly couldn’t believe she’d been thrown over for another man again, but damn they were hot to watch! Vic sunk down further on the couch, his hips moving in time to Cupid’s mouth action. Cupid palmed his balls and squeezed until Vic warned, “I’m coming!” He began to spasm, his hips trembling as the sound of Cupid’s swallowing could clearly be heard. Holly watched mesmerized, aware her own legs were sticky from her own excited juices. Cupid raised his head. “Sugarplum, there’s a shower inside that cubicle over there. Go ahead and freshen up. Your suitcase is in the cargo hold. If you want to change, I’ll have someone bring it to you. I’m not quite done subjugating Vixen here. On your knees, Vic.”

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Holly didn’t need to be told twice. She did need a shower. But she wanted to watch the action. She waited a moment as Vic scrambled to his knees and Cupid knelt behind him, spreading his ass cheeks. The dark cock against the smooth white flank was enough to make Holly shudder with delight. And the sight of Cupid burying himself inside Vic’s ass made her bite her lip. She wanted that! To the cries of Vic and Cupid humping, Holly found the shower inside a small tiled room and shed her clothes. The water was tepid but warm enough and she cleansed herself, rubbing soap over her heated skin. With each touch, her skin grew more sensitive. Damn! Talk about a cat on a hot tin roof, she was about to explode! A voice came over the loudspeaker, clear as day. “Would my co-pilot please return to his station. The captain would like to walk about.” That voice! Holly moaned and touched her breasts, pressing the nipples and rolling them between her fingertips. The deep tones played over in her head, like black velvet mixed with whiskey. Smooth yet raw. Her hands traveled lower, down her belly, skimming over the shape and smoothing a path through her pubic hair. Her clit was puffy, the blood concentrated in the area with unfulfilled release. Like so many times before when Holly would find her own satisfaction, she slipped a finger inside her pussy and massaged her clit. It felt good to know she would come for sure and be rid of this pent-up stress. Family be damned! As if the shower had dowsed her with cold water, her hand stilled. Yep, even the thought of her upcoming family reunion was enough to kill passion. A deep voice from outside the stall spoke slowly. “Continue. It pleases me to watch you pleasure yourself.” Holly knew that voice; it was thick molasses coated with honey, a slight accent discernable. Captain Rudolph! Mortified, Holly froze.

Chapter Five “No, no. This will never do.” The shower door opened and a giant of a man blocked the entrance. His coat was off and his white shirt open to the throat. His skin was deeply tanned like a native of the Baltic countries but his golden-green eyes were feral. His dark hair was thick and neat but the five o’clock shadow on his face was handsomely scruffy. He spoke slowly, seductively. “I came for a shave and what do I find? A water nymph.” His eyes ran over Holly’s nude form. “I would that I had time to join you.” He ran his tongue over his bottom lip as if contemplating a decision. Then he yanked his shirt from his pants and unbuttoned it before dragging it over his head. Holly stared at the massive chest with well-defined muscles. But when he kicked off his pants and she saw the bulge in his briefs, it was her turn to lick her lips. The captain smiled, his voice a mere growl of seduction as he peeled off his briefs. His cock was big and thick, dark and erect, pressing upward, straining toward Holly. It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen! She wanted it so badly, tears gathered in her eyes. The captain seemed taken aback. “No. No tears, just fantastic feelings. Shhh, I’ll show you.” He knelt before her, face level with her pussy, and parted her dense curls. His tongue traced the outer ridge of pinkness, then dipped inside. Holly shivered and rocked forward. Large hands grasped her ass and kept her steady as the tongue delved deep and licked her slick walls. His finger teased her clit over and over. Holly moaned, literally quaking on her feet. “I… can’t stand it. Please… No more.” Captain Rudolph halted at once. “You want me to stop?”

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“I… I want you deeper. I can’t take another moment without feeling totally full. I want to remember what it’s like to feel a man inside me, all the way.” The green-gold eyes stared up at her. “Time is short. I want you but not until I can take you as a woman should be taken. Over and over, leisurely and completely. For now, this will have to do.” He buried his face deep against her cunt, his tongue flicking in and out, rubbing her clit rhythmically. Holly cried out and spasmed against his mouth. He kept hold of her ass and continued to lick, siphoning every last drop she had to give. When she stopped shaking he rose and held her tightly to him. “Until later…” he promised. Bemused, Holly watched as he exited the shower. Holly found her suitcase miraculously placed outside the cubicle. She chose a simple white dress, decorated with red and green ribbons at the sleeves and hemline. Very Christmassy for someone who hated the holidays, but Holly felt pretty damned good. When she heard Captain Rudolph’s deep tones over the loudspeaker announcing landing time was near, she couldn’t help the shiver that coursed through her. His voice still had the effect of making her hot, not to mention what his tongue had done to her! A red-haired steward attended to her during the last of the flight. Except for noting he was handsome, Holly paid him no mind. She knew what she wanted and he was well over six feet and had her body and soul in his keeping. If she couldn’t have him then she damned well wasn’t settling. Her family could just go fly a kite! The plane touched down easily and the passengers began to debark cheerily. A steward tried to insinuate himself on Holly’s arm and she wasn’t sure if it was Don or Dan, but it didn’t matter. She quickly gave him the lowdown. “I don’t want to be a prize in your competition. I think it’s best we parted ways. Besides, I think I have found someone and no one else will do…” The voice over the loudspeaker was low and velvety as it thanked the passengers for flying Polar Flight Express. Holly sighed without realizing it. Don or Dan shook his

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head. “You can’t be serious. The captain? Don’t fall for him. He’s not one to play with. He’s from South Poule originally and he was a trainer there. He’s dangerous.” “A trainer?” Holly was curious. She saw the identifying ring on Don’s finger. “What do you mean, Don?” “South Poule is for the dark side in people. They want to be dominated, taught their strengths and weaknesses. The captain is… well, was… very good at his job.” “You mean sexually? This is crazy. You are saying these towns are polar opposites? Good and dark, North and South Poule?” “Exactly!” Don looked relieved. “I don’t believe it. Don, you are not going to dissuade me with tall tales. That would make these cities some sort of sexual odysseys. I’ll say goodbye and wish you well.” North Poule was really quite quaint. A horse drawn sled picked up the airport passengers and carted them to the hotel through a layer of snow that fell in light flakes. It was almost surreal, like the perfect holiday ambience with colored lights strewn above lighting the way in the night. The hotel was a large wood lodge, rustic on the outside but very modern on the inside. When Holly walked up to the hotel desk, she was given a key that was carved from wood and had an evergreen smell to it. The desk clerk smiled. “Yes, we have a Holly Tanner assigned to one of the lodges. Please allow the bellboy to take you to your room.” The time with Captain Rudolph seemed as surreal as the rest of North Poule and Holly was brought back to reality with the desk clerk’s next words. “Your flight to Saint Paul leaves late tonight. In the meantime enjoy the hospitality of our city and may your request be granted.” “Request?” The desk clerk smiled knowingly. “Your wish to Santa. Everyone has one, you know, and that’s what North Poule is all about, making wishes come true.” “Uh, sure.” Holly had wished for a man, but Santa had nothing to do with it. She followed the bellhop down a corridor to a separate section of the hotel.

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When she looked confused the bellhop explained. “These are the special lodges. You requested something special?” “No.” “Well, someone must have. Here we are.” He took the key from her and opened the door with a flourish. “Voila!” Holly looked around the room with disbelief. It was decorated to the max with Christmas. A tree in one corner was brightly lit and decorated. There was a basket of chestnuts and sugar cookies on the dresser. Garlands hung on the walls in elaborate patterns and the bed… It was king-sized, the comforter decorated in green and red with a large heart in the middle that said I love Christmas! Holly looked at the bellhop. “You’ve got to be kidding? I don’t love Christmas, it’s not even on my like list.” “Well, someone requested this room for Holly Tanner. The Christmas suite… see right here on my ticket.” Holly groaned. “All right.” She could pull off the comforter, put the lights out and ignore the tinsel and garland. It was no big deal. After the bellhop left, Holly realized just how tired she really was. It would do her good to rest up for her family. She undressed and grabbed her oversized sleep shirt from her suitcase. After making sure her teeth were brushed and she had scrubbed her face, she confronted the bed. With a grimace, she grabbed the comforter and yanked it back. “Oh hell no!” Holly stared at the blanket scene of snow falling over a meadow, children caroling on a sleigh. She yanked this back too. The sheets smelled of pine and jingled when she moved them. They had bells sewn on them. No way! Holly crawled onto the bottom sheet, happy it made no sound, only smelled of pine. She drifted off, ignoring the rest of the room’s brazen decorations. She heard the jingle of bells and opened one eye. She had forgotten to turn off the tree lights and the room was lit in colors. From somewhere the sound of music played and traditional carols filtered through the room. Holly cringed and tried to cover her ears with the covers. Bells sounded as she pulled up the sheets and pine scent cloyed

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her nose. Finally, Holly couldn’t stand it anymore and covered her ears with her hands, shutting her eyes tightly. She felt the covers sliding off. Was it some sort of Christmas nightmare? A pair of large hands clasped hers and slowly lowered them. The deep velvety voice was impossible to ignore. “Holly. Listen to the music, feel it.” “Captain Rudolph? I don’t understand. Why are you here? And this room, did you book it?” “Of course. I’m going to teach you to love Christmas in every way. From your head to your delightful toes.” His hands drew her fingers to his lips where he slowly licked each one, lingering over the last and sucking it into his mouth.

Chapter Six Holly shivered. Her whole body burned with a slow fire. He sat next to her, the echoes of carols in their ears as he drew off her sleep shirt. His head lowered to her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth and pulling on it gently. His hand crept down her body to her panties and eased beneath. Long fingers sifted through her curls and found her soft center, delving within, gauging her wetness. Holly couldn’t deny the twin sensations above and below. Her cunt moistened to the point of blatant wetness as both her nipples pruned. “Hear the music, Holly,” his deep voice insisted. “Give into the rhythm, ride it.” His finger was joined by another and probed inside her. He stroked her clit as he finger fucked her, still laving her nipple, before switching to the other. “Ohhh, I’m going to come. I feel it. I want you inside me, Captain. I want to feel you fill me until I can’t take anymore.” “Patience, Holly, patience,” he breathed against her breast. “You asked for a man, but what do you offer in return? Trust? No, you’re low on that. I am going to teach you how to give and take in a relationship. So give yourself to me. Show me what you want.” Holly wasn’t sure what he meant. She reached for his waist. He was naked and hard. Very erect and huge! Carefully she stroked his cock, reveling in the pulse as it flexed eagerly. “Open yourself to me, Holly. Show me you trust me to take you and not just fuck you, but make love to you.” Holly opened her legs, feeling his fingers within her as he stroked her clit. “Please, Captain. I want you so bad it hurts.”

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But his fingers withdrew and Holly bit her lip as he abandoned her breasts. “Holly, look at me. Watch me and trust me.” The captain sat on the edge of the bed still, his cock positioned as he rolled on a condom. He really had booked the room and stocked it too, it seemed. Holly stared at his erect cock. Jeez, she wanted it so bad her legs kicked restlessly. Captain Rudolph rolled over her, settling between her legs. “Take what you want, Holly. If you want a man, show him.” His erection was against her belly, hard but not pressing further. Holly reached to grasp him in her hand, positioning him against her cunt entrance. “But you know what I want. Fill me.” “A man likes a woman to take the initiative at times. Let the holidays be that time. Make it special in ways to forget the issues that make it such a tough time of year. Take me inside you, Holly. Show me I’m your man.” “I… I don’t think I can take the initiative. I don’t have much experience.” But Holly really wanted him. A large hand covered hers and guided her actions. The mushroom head of his cock pressed against her cunt and slid inside, stretching her. “God, you’re tight.” Embarrassed, Holly whispered, “I told you I wasn’t very experienced. I mean, there have been men, and my vibrator, but never like this.” “Then we’re both in for a treat. Remember this on every holiday and whenever you hear a Christmas carol. Feel the heat of my cock as it slides deeper.” Holly shuddered as he flexed inside her, the feeling of fullness growing with every inch that penetrated her. The sound in her ears changed, the carols sounding sweeter, clearer. Then Holly did something she never thought she could do. She locked her legs around the captain’s hips and slowly forced him deeper, taking him at her own pace. The deep voice grew raspy. “That’s it, my sweet Holly. Do with me what feels good.”

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Holly humped against him, feeling the hardness of his belly. He was all the way inside her and it felt wonderful! She sighed with contentment. “I’ll take it from here.” The captain chuckled gruffly, obviously losing his breath. He drew back and flexed forward, sending sparks through Holly that made her cry out. His strokes became light as Holly felt her clit tingle in a pre-orgasm warning. “You feel so good. Go deeper and make me come… Now!” She was impressed she could voice her wants so boldly and was rewarded with strokes so deep they made her pant. Holly cried out as her cunt contracted and shards of energy charged through her body. Peering over the broad shoulders, Holly saw the lights on the tree were beautifully bright, the garland swaying like a rainbow in her vision and just as the captain groaned and climaxed, Holly heard the ringing of bells. It was a gloriously merry Christmas season!

Chapter Seven Holly awoke as the plane touched down at the airport in Saint Paul. Jeez, how long had she been out? Long enough to dream the wettest dream she’d ever experienced. And it would sustain her through the trial of her family and their holiday sympathy. Holly grinned. At least if she had to dream up a man he was excellent in all ways, especially in the sack. One thing was for sure, she was never going to find someone equal to Captain Rudolph and his wacky hunk of a crew. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at her preposterously wild dream imagination. Her ticket to Saint Paul had been honored and her flight caught with time to spare. Holly was after all always on time and organized. Miss a flight? Never! And who didn’t know to be at the airport early these days. A wild and wonderfully flawed dream, Holly mused as she collected her baggage from the carousel. She was on her way to find a taxi to take her to her parents when a deep velvety voice at her elbow jolted her. “Holly? Holly Tanner? Your mother described you perfectly. I think I’m supposed to be your escort.” Holly looked up into a pair of golden green eyes that took her breath away. A very tall, dark and muscular man reached for her bags. “I’m Captain Rudolph from North Poule here on layover. My mom is a friend of your mother’s and she thought we might enjoy each other’s company for the holiday. I’m game if you are.” Holly tried not to stare as he hailed a cab and propelled her into the back seat. His thigh pressed against hers and it felt so right and so familiar, it was like coming home. Holly laughed under her breath. Thank heavens for family and meddling moms.

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Ciarra Sims Ciarra Sims leads a deceptively quiet life in Southern California. Between work and her dogs, cats, and horses one might think she’s quite normal… but we know better. When the writing bug bites, watch out! It’s a sure indication she’s hatching a bizarre horror story or some wacky comedic adventure. One thing you can always count on -- whatever her current writing mood, Ciarra never fails to entertain!