Finally, we finally make it to a nook behind a Holiday Hot Chocolate stand, and wheel everything into place. I start snapping open the equipment boxes as Cleo marvels, still peering around. But then she shoots me a saucy smile.
“Okay, pardner. I’m going to go change into my Santa’s elf costume!”
“I’ll set up while you’re changing,” I nod, watching as she skips off. “Take your time.”
Once she’s gone, I get the tripod in place and turn on the camera, angling it toward Santa’s chair and readjusting the settings so that everything’s in focus. Then, I make sure that the backdrops look perfect. Thank God the backdrops were assembled by mall staff before we arrived because there’s no way we could have hauled the equipment, plus Santa’s throne, plus all this artificial snow, not to mention the fake stuffed reindeer and red-shingled toy cottage. Just when I’m finishing up, Cleo’s footsteps sound behind me.
“Ta-da!”
I turn around to look at her, and the second I do, my body goes hard because this woman is gorgeous. The sexy brunette is wearing a striped elf top with lacing down the front highlighting her big breasts and the shadowy vee in between them. I can even see her hard nipples if I squint, and the matching green skirt makes my mouth water because it comes to only a few inches below her pussy.
“Sorry, I didn’t put on the striped tights yet because it’s too hot,” Cleo sings, tossing her brown curls back. “I’ll put them on later, I promise. When the kids get here.”
I can’t speak because Cleo’s got me floored and aroused simultaneously. As she spins around for me once more, I can’t help but notice the way her ass bounces out, round and juicy. My fingers literally twitch with the urge to squeeze and then pummel her beautiful bottom. But I can’t, so my expression remains neutral even as the blood surges hotly through my veins.
“So, what do you think?” Cleo giggles again. “The costume’s ridiculous, right? But wait, there’s more,” she adds before tugging on a floppy red elf hat and strapping on green-felt elf shoes with curly tips.
The thing is that the costumeshouldlook ridiculous, and it usuallydoeslook ridiculous. But on my saucy stepdaughter, it looks hot and all I want to do is rip that costume off and bend her curvaceous form over Santa’s knee—
Stop. This is inappropriate. I take a deep breath and then nod quickly, forcing out a chuckle.
“Yeah, ridiculous, but the kids are going to love it. Hold on, give me just a sec. I’m going to go change into my costume now, so I’ll be right back!”
I hope Cleo doesn’t notice that my voice is shaky and my knees wobbly as I practically run off to the men’s restroom. I rush inside, and then slam the heavy door shut.
“Fuck,” I curse, trying to catch my breath for a moment. Clearly, today’s going to be trickier than I thought because my saucy stepdaughter will be prancing around in that short skirt and tight top for the entire eight hours. Fuck fuck fuck. What do I do?
Well, right now, there’s only one thing. With agitated hands, I rip off my clothes, throwing them into a pile before pulling Santa’s costume out of my bag. My dick is throbbing, just begging to be stroked, but I resist the urge and shake my head at myself for even thinking about it. I can’t jerk off in the changing room of a department store while thinking about my stepchild dressed up as an elf because it’s just too wrong, even for an asshole like myself.
Grunting, I pull the pants of the crimson suit on. It looks terrible but fuck it. At least the top goes on alright, and the red fabric hangs low to cover my bulging crotch. The pillow will come later because at the moment, there’s no need to make myself look paunchy and overweight.
Lacing up big black boots, I exit the men’s restroom before heading back to our photography station. I can see Cleo’s form bustling about, and I take a few deep breaths.Stay calm, the voice in my head urges.You can do this.
Pasting a smile on my face, I approach our set-up. Everything looks great, and while I was gone, Cleo set out more of the props. There’s a plate of fake cookies on a nearby table, as well as a tall glass of white liquid (presumably milk?). Plus, there’s a long scroll on a red table with a list of names on it in curly script.
It looks great and I turn to compliment the brat. But at the moment, my stepdaughter is bent over, fiddling with something on the ground. Is she teasing me? I watch, growing hard once again, as that big bottom waggles. Then, she straightens and smiles.
“Do you like it?” she asks, gesturing to the props.
I nod.
“I love it, honey.”
“Perfect!” she chirps. “Why don’t you sit in Santa’s chair, and I’ll make sure that everything looks good in the frame. What do you say?”
“No, it’s fine,” I shake my head. “I still have some work to do.”
The pretty brunette pouts, folding her arms over her generous décolletage. “Don’t be silly, Brody. What work is there to do at this point? The set-up is all done and the mall isn’t going to open for at least another thirty minutes or so. Plus, I need to make sure that the props are positioned correctly, and the only way to do that is to do a test-run with everything in place.”
Before I can protest again, she grabs my wrist and pulls me over to the large chair. Goddamn, the curvy girl is surprisingly strong, and she half-drags, half-cajoles me over to the big Santa chair before pushing me down. Then, Cleo runs back over to the camera, a big smile on her face as she peers through the viewfinder.
“Perfect,” she hums. “Oooh, just one thing.”
The curvy girl darts forward from behind the camera, presumably to adjust some of the tree trimmings or fake snow. But before I can blink, Cleo’s climbed into my lab, giggling and bouncing a bit. She’s fragrant and soft, and unbidden, my hands surround that narrow waist.
“What are you doing?” I growl.
“Just testing different poses,” she giggles, wiggling around and making me groan. I throw my head back, trying to minimize contact but it’s impossible because the pretty brunette is literally grinding down on my erection now. Does she know what she’s doing? A quiet curse slips out of my mouth as I squeeze my eyes shut and imagine her sliding up and down on my length. Fuck she’d look so pretty doing that with her head thrown back as those big breasts bounce in my face.