Christmas Spirit.

[Why]

A little seasonal story by Miltone and yours truly, hope folks will read along and enjoy...


Amanda

Amanda sat up and sneezed. “Arrrrr…. Oh hell…” she sneezed again, dust flying from her hair, forming a hazy halo round her head.

“Bless you and watch the language,” A voice said behind her.

“Sorry,” Amanda sniffed and wiped her nose on her sleeve, inhaling another layer of dust as she did so… “Oh God……..” She broke out in a fit of sneezing that almost blew her out of the crypt.

“I said watch the language,” The voice repeated as the owner walked round into Amanda’s line of vision, which was slightly watery, from her streaming eyes.

“I said I was sorry,” Amanda huffed and swung her legs over the side of the open marble tomb, she was lying on top of. “But you would think they would clean this place.” She looked at the cold damp floor and wrinkled her toes, they cracked. “Help, I think I have arthritis!”

The figure shook his head, his mane of white hair flowing out round his shoulders. “Apology accepted. It is the inside 1920's crypt, under the south west corner of St Mary’s, I don’t think it is high on the cleaning list. You are dead, have been for over eighty years, you can’t get arthritis.”

“I am not dead now, it is the first of December, sooooo. I am very much alive,” Amanda glared at the Angel.

“Yes it is; how on earth did you get chosen as a Christmas spirit? Especially of an area so in need as this?” The angel shook his head again and sighed.

“Looks, personality, because no other bugger was fool enough to put up their hand?” Amanda pulled at her clothes, twelve months of dust, mice droppings and dead beetles made for a lovely coating.

“We do not trick the lately departed into becoming bastions of help at this time of love and renewal.” The Angel’s back was up now, but so was Amanda’s

“No you just tempt them with the offer of being alive again from the 1st December till twelfth night.” Amanda finally decided to put her feet on the slimy floor and stood, bringing herself up to her full 5 ft and glaring into the Angel’s countenance.

“We are servants of the Lord, we do not tempt, we allow a helpful soul the chance to continue their work; we offer a just reward for...”

“Got you…I must have been good.” Amanda winked one of her bright blue eyes at him.

“Damn you!” The Angel swore and burst out laughing.

“Language please, “Amanda admonished.

“Yes well, it is nearly 1.00am on the 1st, you best get going.”

“Like this?” Amanda protested.

“All is prepared, go to number 3457a Broad Crown Street.” The angel commanded.

“That’s half way across town.” Amanda blurted.

“The number 17 bus goes right across at this time of night; you won’t be out of place on it. If you hurry you will catch it.” The Angel pressed two coins into her hand.

“You mean it will be full of bums, drop outs and bag ladies? And where did you get the money?” Amanda asked as the Angel began to fade.

The answer floated back. “From off your eyes.”

“Right off my eyes…” Amanda sighed and pulled the party streamers from round her neck. She had been at a party on the 6th January last year, always tried too be at a party or in a good Weepie Film on the last night. It helped or sort of did; anyway there was always some loose end to tie up at last minute. She glanced at the faded rose that had fallen from her hand as she had got up. She bent to pick it up then heard the rumble of a diesel engine “Hell, the bus.” She picked up the hem of her long evening gown and belted up the steps of the crypt and out of the church, just reaching the bus stop outside as the vehicle hissed to a stop.

“Where too?” The driver asked from behind his glass screen.

“Broad Crown Street,” Amanda said sneezed and powdered the bus with dust and mouse droppings.

“Right, errr…”The driver hesitated as he pushed her ticket towards her through the slit. “Where you been?” The question dropped into the nearly empty bus like a stone down a well.

“Halloween Party, late one…” Amanda said, taking her ticket and walking up the bus to her seat.

“What?” Ask a stupid bloody question.” The driver muttered and fiddled with his clip board. It was at that moment a car came fast round the corner, on the wrong side of the road, ploughed into a line of bins and hit a lamppost. The occupants got out and ran as the sound of police sirens sounded.

“Well, well,” Amanda commented “If you hadn’t of stopped for me; you would have hit them full on coming round that corner.”

“Aye… Damn me; bit of luck there.” The Driver said as he shook his head and started the bus, pulling off.

Amanda arrived at Broad Crown Street with nothing else happening, well nothing she could pin to her being around. She mounted the steps of the building looking at the number. 3457, right, she went to the next that was 3458. Ok she thought, where is 3457a. She peered down the narrow alley between the two properties and sighed. Down she walked and there was a small door with peeling paintwork in the side of 3457 with a very festive wreath on the door, looking very out of place.

Amanda placed her hand on the door knob and the door sprang open.

“Oh well,” she said. “Here we go for another year. Best get cleaned up and off down town see what has happened in the last twelve months or not as the case maybe…”

 

[Miltone]

Randy Parker

Damn! Another vacation request form for the three days before Christmas! Ungrateful employees! Don’t they realize that the entire package of software for Delteon Corporation, training and full documentation included, was due the following week, and there was still so much more work to be done. If he approved this one, that would leave only Grady and, um … what’s her name, the weird chick in programming … Leanne? Yeah, right! Leanne. Grady and Leanne would be the only ones left to finish up a project that would make the year for Complete Business Solutions, Inc. Without shipping that project, there might not be any profit sharing or bonuses this year.

Well, to make up for all of that time off, they would need overtime and lots of it. The thought brought a grin to his face. Maybe he could cancel the Christmas party. Fuck, that would be sweet! Imagine the looks on their faces when he made that announcement. He laughed. After two lean years where he didn’t lay anyone off despite the harsh economy, you would think these buggers would display some sort of loyalty. But no! They all wanted to be home with their families and friends while he was stuck spending the holidays figuring out a way to keep the business floating. Did they think that he was supposed to be thankful that they took time out of their precious lives outside the company to spend a few hours a day working for him?

This had been a tough couple of years. Things hadn’t been the same since he bought out his old partner. Then as he began to spend all his time working, his wife left him and took the dog, the kids, the house. But he didn’t mind entirely. He had his plush apartment in the Carleton Towers, a sleek BMW 7 Series sedan, the Sweet Girl II docked at the marina, and an investment account that had suddenly sprouted eight figures. He had his business, the membership at the swanky Downtown Health Club, and a coveted seat at the Parisien Supper Club. He had worked long and hard for all of it, something that all the ingrates filling his payroll could never appreciate. Ah, Merry Christmas! Merry Fucking Christmas!

Then Randy heard some tinkling music, a Christmas tune perhaps, and he rose up from his chair to see from where it was coming. For Chistsakes! Sarah, his secretary had left on her boom box. He looked for the on/off switch and couldn’t find it. He picked the damned thing up searching for the kill switch. There were switches and knobs and dials to do all sorts of things, but how did you shut the damned thing off? More by accident he flipped a switch and the music ceased. He was about to let out a sigh of relief when he heard the same music continuing someplace else. Jesus!

Randy then walked through the entire office, shutting off each radio that he found switched on to the same station playing the tinkling seasonal music. God, how he hated Christmas! Standing by Rajeev’s radio in the programming studio, he noticed the time and that it was well after 1 A.M. He had only come in on a Sunday night to finish off some paperwork since he couldn’t sleep. Maybe a couple inches of bourbon on ice might help him sleep when he got home. Just as he went to snap off the light in his office, he remembered the vacation request and went to his desk. Leaning down, he grasped a pen and went to initial the “Rejected” box but for some reason his hand moved to the “Approved” box as he pressed down to sign. Oh, what the fuck! It’s the Christmas season, isn’t it? Merry Fucking Christmas!

 

[Why]

Amanda

Amanda was in the shower, sluicing off what had collected on, in and round her over the past twelve months. She was singing along to Bing, Nothing like Bing belting out White Christmas; then the music died.

“Huh? What happened?” She asked into thin air, got out the shower and paddled, dripping water on the polished wood floor towards the CD player. Her “home” for the season was what could be termed a loft apartment, only it was in a basement of an old building that had been stylishly converted into office space.

By the time she had got used to things and figured out how everything worked her time was up. Least they kept a number of things the same. Her beautiful brass bed, though it did seem a little out of place with the rest of the minimalist décor. In fact her whole bedroom was; it was very Edwardian in flavour.

The device had switched itself off. “Better not kick it,” Amanda commented and made to switch it back on when Merry Fucking Christmas trickled out of the speakers.

“Do we have a problem here?” Amanda asked looking heavenwards.

“You do,” The Angel’s voice answered adding, “Get some clothes on and get going time it ticking."

“Rush, rush…” Amanda muttered and dripped her way into the kitchen area, raiding the fridge for milk and a salami sandwich with salad, mayo and pickles. She munched as she dressed in a bright red, roll neck sweater and a pair of jeans, tucked into cowboy boots. Amanda licked her fingers then set about brushing the mass of near white curls that framed her heart shaped face.

“Right…” She said putting down her brush and picking up her shoulder bag and checking the contents. “These cards good?” She asked, she didn’t get an answer and grinned, making her way out the door. Time to check the city.

As she came out the door Amanda felt a chill run up her spine, something was…. Then she heard it a soft, plaintive cry. A cat like cry. “Here kitty, Kitty…” she called and began looking for the cat, the cat was important she knew it. “Here Kitty…Kitty…” The cry came again and Amanda swore it was coming from underneath a car parked toward the end of the alley.

“You there kitty?” She said as she got down on her knees and peered under the BMW, resting her hand on the paintwork as she did.

“Meaow.” Came the answer followed by a faint squeak.

“Goodness!” Amanda explained and reached under, pulling out a small newly born kitten. “Under the so called ultimate driving machine is not exactly the best place to give birth mamma cat.” Amanda placed the kitten down gently and pulled off her sweater then placed the new bundle of life on the fabric. She then reached in and collected the next one that appeared and doing the same snuggling them down in her sweater.

“Come on Mrs Cat, let's be having you...” Amanda said after the fourth was produced. She lay down and wriggled under, grasping the cat, not noticing the approaching footsteps behind her.

 

[Miltone]

Randy Parker

“Hey!” Randy called out loudly as he approached his BMW parked safely, or so he had thought, in the alleyway behind his company. A pair of legs stuck out from underneath. What the fuck? Who else in their right mind would be out at this hour mush less lying under his car? And what were they doing? “Look, buddy, you picked the wrong guy to mess with!” He was going to grab those feet by the ankles and yank whoever it was from under his car and give them the what for!

But then, as he hurried up to the car, he heard some mewing and saw the furry heads of what looked like baby kittens nesting on a blanket or something. For Chissakes! “Hey! What the … what the hell you doing under my car?” Randy demanded. Then he saw a feminine hand appear from under the car holding another kitten. The hand then set the kitten on the blanket and disappeared. He squatted down tried to look under the car.

“Oh, just helping this old mama cat get her kitties to safety!” said a cheerful voice, decidedly female. “Of all places for her to give birth …” Another kitten appeared, being held out by the hand. “Come on! Take it!”

Uncomfortably, Randy took the tiny ball of fur and set it gingerly onto the blanket, which, as he made room for the new arrival, appeared to be not a blanket at all, but a sweater. Jesus! Randy swore under his breath.

“Oh, He can’t help you here,” said the voice from under the car. “Now come on Mamma Cat, come on!” The legs began to move and the woman they belonged to scooted out from under the car, holding a large old cat in her arms. “Oh, hello!” she said, sitting up for a moment cradling the old cat. “This must be your car, right? And you are … don’t tell me, let’s see if I can still do this,” she said closing her eyes tightly. “You … you are Randall?”

“Randy,” he said quickly, but then of course remembered his full name was Randall Gregory Parker. “Well, actually, my name is Randall, but everyone calls me Randy. So are you done here? I’m in kind of a hurry.”

“That’s right you people nowadays are always in a hurry,” she replied, her hand still stroking the mother cat. “All we need now is a box to put them in. Can you find one?” her voice and manner was so light and cheerful, he thought she must be some sort of nut case. Especially out here in the middle of the night rescuing some kittens.

“A box? What kind of box?” he asked, confused by her request.

“Yes, silly man. Don’t you have a clue? We need a box for Mamma Cat and her Kittens.”

“Right. A box … a box,” Randy replied, getting up and looking around the alley. There was a pile of them behind his building and he rooted through finding the biggest and sturdiest one. “How’s this?” he asked bringing it over.

“That’s perfect!” she exclaimed cheerfully. He set it down beside her and she placed the old cat inside. It was then that he realized that the sweater was hers and that she was half naked. He couldn’t help but gawk at her for a moment, before turning away bashfully. She seemed completely unmindful of her nakedness as she set upon placing the kittens in with their mother. “Of course we’ll need something to line this with, maybe a blanket or cloth or something,” she added.

“Yeah … right!” he said, thankful to have something else to do. He got up and rummaged along the alley looking for something that would work. He didn’t find any cloth, much less a blanket, but he did find some soft sheets of packing material. “How’s this?” he asked as he returned crumpling up the stuff.

“Super!” she exclaimed. “Now help me won’t you?” she asked, kneeling beside the box and starting to take the material from Randy and tuck it around the cat and kittens, which were now nestling up together. “There you go, Mamma Cat,” she purred. Randy stared at the strange woman. In the dim ambient light of the nearby streetlights, he couldn’t figure her age. She certainly wasn’t real young, but she wasn’t old either and her figure was quite trim and alluring, and her breasts were frankly quite spectacular! He realized that he was staring when she had finished stuffing the material around the cat and looked at him innocently. “What?” she asked quizzically.

“You … you … you’re … well, your sweater,” he said turning away, reaching for her sweater, and holding it out for her.

“Oh, how sweet!” she said with a giggle. “You are a shy boy aren’t you!” She laughed. “I would think that a worldly wise man who drives a BMW wouldn’t be so hung up on something like that.”

Randy blushed deeply and watched as she shook out her sweater and then pulled it back on over her head, fitting it to her body. Through it all she smiled, not a coy smile but not a leering smile either; it was an expression that gave him a strange feeling inside, a feeling he couldn’t put a finger on.

“If you’re finished here, then I have to get going,” he said rising up. “Nice meeting you.”

“But wait,” she said, scooping up the box with the cats. “We have to find them a home.”

“Look, lady,” Randy stumbled on. “It’s late … I’m tired … and hungry too … I want to get home … and well, I’ve helped you enough tonight, okay?”

“But we have to find them a home,” she pleaded, her eyes wide as a child’s as she struggled to hold the box aright. She was much shorter than he was, a tiny little sprite of a woman. “At least some warm place where they will be safe.”

Randy did not have time for this. He wanted no part of becoming foster father for a neglected old stray cat and her brood. He looked around himself helplessly. All he could think of doing was jumping in his car and driving home. But when he looked back at the woman, her face filled with a cheerful concern for the strays, he felt powerless.

“So what do you want me to do about it?” he asked harshly. As soon as he spoke he felt badly for some reason. He was a guy who had no trouble with forcing his employees to work overtime, in fact he rather relished that sort of thing. But a lot of strange things were going tonight; the Christmas music suddenly playing on all the radios, his approving the vacation request, the appearance of this pretty little woman, the strange feeling that was brewing inside him. “I really mean, what can I do to help?”

Randy stood up straight. Where the fuck did those words come from? He had never offered to help anyone before. Well, there was that old lady client who had tripped on the rug in their lobby and he helped her up, but only in hoping that she wouldn’t sue the company. What was going on? Randy didn’t know and he wasn’t sure that he liked whatever it was.

 

[Why]

Amanda

“I really mean, what can I do to help?” Randall said putting his hands in his jacket pockets and scuffing the ground with his right foot.

“You could give them a home?” Amanda said smiling up at him, trying not to get a crick in her neck. When people were almost always taller than you, you tended to spend most of your time looking up if you wanted to look in their face rather than their chest region. And Randall had a nice face, from what she could see of it in the faint light from the street light. It was the permanent scowl creasing his brow, that didn’t do anything for him

“No!” He blurted and his right hand came out of his pocket the index finger pointed at her to emphasize his single word.

“Sure? I mean your children might want too…” Amanda began. The scowl lines deepened and ok she thought, sore point, couldn’t care less point, or none of your business point, best drop it for now

“You give them a home.” Randall said and moved towards the car, it was plain he had decided his part in this was finished. He pointed his key card at the car and the lights flashed twice and there was a soft thunk as the doors unlocked.

“Lordy what did you do…?” Amanda exclaimed as she nearly jumped out of her skin.

“Unlocked the car doors?” He said sarcastically as he swung open the door and made to get in. The car interior light cascaded across him, giving Amanda a good view of what she now decided was going to be her major problem this season. Randall was tall, slender, with long blonde hair, tied neatly back, but beginning to thin at the temples. He had a slightly long face, but Amanda was sure if he actually took the time to smile it would be a handsome one. A smile would light up his pale blue eyes and remove the ice chips from them.

“A problem indeed, Mamma cat,” Amanda addressed the contents of the box she was holding.

“Pardon,” Randall said as he slid into the driver’s seat shutting the door and rolling down the window.

“I said; I could give them a home…” The car engine started,
Amanda shouted, “but I am only here for the holiday season and well I can’t take them with me when I leave.”

“Then take them to the city pound,” Randall said putting the car in gear.

“Look on second thoughts if I am going to keep them I need some things, like cat food, and litter and…. Will you take me to the all night store on the corner of Frostmore it’s only a short way… and on your way home.” Amanda’s right eye started twitching. She had this sudden urge to be in that small overstocked store.

Randall sighed and said “Get in.” she did handing him the cat box and then just sitting there. Randall sighed again and pushed the box back at her saying “Seat belt.”

“Why you a bad driver?” Amanda asked.

No….” Randall leaned over and pulled at her strap. Amanda grinned and took it off him snapping it shut. The BMW purred in unison with mamma cat as it went down the street. After several blocks it stopped by the brightly lit shop.

Amanda got out, leaving the oil smeared cat box on the passenger seat.

“Errr….I thought…” Randall asked as she made her way into the shop.

“Well, it won’t take you a moment to take us back will it?” She replied as she pushed open the door and found herself in the middle of something.

The something was small, thin and had a small handgun held in a trembling hand. “Don’t move….” The voice came out muffled by a yellow and red ski mask.

“I wasn’t planning too” Amanda answered as her eyes bobbed up and down with the movement of the gun. At that moment she was not sure who was more frightened, the robber or the old couple behind the counter.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone.” The Robber said, their voice hitching as the gun in their hand wobbled more as pointed again at the couple and then back to Amanda.

“Course you don’t” Amanda said and slipped a foot forward.

“Noooo,” The robber wailed and twitched. The gun went off, the plate glass window behind Amanda shattered. The bullet pinged off the BMW, taking with it a long ragged strip of paint and clattered onto the street.

“Oh Dear…” Amanda looked down at her midriff; there was a hole in her sweater, but not her. Being already dead, even though she was alive for the next month or so, she couldn’t really be killed again. hell, she thought and poked a finger through the rough hole her sweater Cats, oil and holes already, oh well,

The robber dropped the gun and fell to the floor curling in a ball sobbing. The old man snatched his shot gun from under his counter and waved it at the robber, shouting at his wife to hit the alarm.

“Put that way,” Amanda ordered. The man blinked and lowered his gun. Amanda walked to the robber and knelt down, pulling the mask from the sobbing, young woman’s face. “Oh Lordy dearie,” She whispered and hugged the girl as the old woman let out a strangled shriek.

“It’s our granddaughter!!!”

“I am so sorry…” The girl sobbed. “But I didn’t know what to do… I thought, I thought… the insurance would pay up it wouldn't hurt and… and… I never meant to harm…..”

 

[Miltone]

Randy Parker

“But that’s my car! My fucking BMW! It’s a fucking Seven Series!! They’re not going to take lightly to gunshots off the paint and the oil on the seat!??” Randy shouted. I know I should have never come in on a Sunday night! I never do! What was I thinking? What was I thinking? Weird shit happens at the most inopportune times. A robbery, gunfire, some strange young woman … this was all adding up to something Randy didn’t want—didn’t need to deal with. “Look! I’m going to call the cops. They’ll be able to sort this all out!” he called out as the young woman knelt by the robber, a young girl. He pulled out his cell phone and rang up the authorities. Someone had to take charge before this became a complete disaster.

Then he watched the strange young woman run her hands over the wounded robber, a strange sort of CPR, he thought. But then a strange thing happened. One minute, the young thief was lying on her back, gasping for breath, her lungs gurgling, her words scattered and making no sense, the next minute she was breathing regularly, her wound seemingly gone. Randy stood over the scene dumbfounded. He looked from the store to his car, to the two women on the ground. The store window was still broken, his car was certainly disfigured, but the people, the people were all right.

“There you go,” the strange young woman said cheerfully to the young thief. “Looks like you got more of a scare than anything.” She looked up to Randy and smiled proudly. “She’ll be all right.”

“But how about you?” Randy asked her, noting the hole in the back of her sweater. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” was the reply. “Just wishing that this Christmas would be …” she began to say then fell silent for a moment. “Oh, nothing, nothing a’tall.”

Just as Randy took a closer step toward the young woman, he heard the sound of a police siren wailing up the street. They cordoned off the scene, talked to everyone, seeming to take twice as long with Randy as was truly reasonable. An ambulance was called and then sent away when it was determined that no one was in need of medical care. It was more than an hour later when he was finally allowed to leave and he found himself walking toward his car only to find the strange young woman in the red sweater leaning against the passenger side door.

“So, you ready?” she asked.

“Ready? Ready for what?” Randy asked impatiently.

“To take me home. I’ve got a cat and some kittens to feed, you know,” she answered. “Surely you haven’t forgotten.”

“Oh, for crissakes!” he groaned. Little Miss Help Em Out was at it again. How come she was helping every living creature out and yet everywhere she went was a disaster zone? He made a mental note to keep her well away from his apartment. But there was something about her smile that set Randy back. Why did she have to be so damned cute? “And just where would that be?”

 

[Why]

Amanda

“And just where would that be?” Randall said opening the door and getting in.

“3457a Broad Crown Street.” Amanda answered as she put in a large bag of supplies on the floor, picked up the cats and slid into the car, placing the cat box on her knee.

“What? There is no such place, I should know.” Randall snapped, glaring at her.

“Yes, there is.”

“No there is not?”

“Yes”

“No.”

“Bloody well is, go back and I will show you.” Amanda almost screamed; then blushed. She was supposed to be a Christmas Spirit not a harpy.

“I will go back and damn well show YOU!.” Randall retorted and pulled away fast from the pavement.

The BMW flew back to where they had started Randall turned into the Alley then stopped hard as something hit the front of the bonnet. A shopping trolley full of bags and boxes, complete with a Jack Russell Terrier bouncing from one end to another rolled past Randall’s side.

“Oh God, look what you have made me do.” Randall said; his knuckles whitening on the wheel as a dark shape lay over the bonnet, groaning.

“God had nothing to do with it, neither did you…” Amanda said sighing loudly.

“I hit, him, her, it…”Randall said and got out the car and made towards the prone figure.

Amanda sighed, this had happened every year for the past five, in various ways. You would have thought Albert would have got the message by now. The Lord had other work for him, than trying to make a living out of insurance scams. She got out the car and peered into the face of the pretend tramp lying groaning
on the bonnet, and smiled.

“Hello, Albert, still at it I see, one day your dog is going to end up flattened and you are going to miss the jump.”

“You know him?” Randall asked totally confused, running his hand through the front of his hair, pulling strands out of the ponytail.

“Oh our paths have crossed once or twice.” Amanda laughed.

“No, can’t be… you….” Albert opened one eye and stood up, his “injuries” forgotten, his face blanching.

“Boo! Yes me!” Amanda put a thumb in each ear, wiggled her fingers and stuck out her tongue.

“Noooooo…”Albert backed off and began to run, catching hold of his shopping trolley as he went, going sideways as the front wheels locked “Didn’t mean it…..I…”

“Albert, I don’t want to haunt you all Christmas again. Just get a bath, put some clean clothes on and go see Holmes, Sinclair and Jarvis, put that bloody law degree to work, helping those you should be doing…” Amanda said dusted her hands and picked up the box of kittens.

“This is not happening…”Randall began to ramble. “I must be asleep, yes that’s it! Fell asleep at my desk.”

“No you didn’t but you should get some sleep, come on.” Amanda walked towards the door of her temporary home; it swung open as she approached spilling a soft warm, welcoming glow across the alley. “You want a night cap, hot chocolate with marshmallows, brandy, sherry, or there is eggnog. A bottomless pitcher of the stuff in the fridge; can’t stand it myself but still."

Amanda shuttled back and forth putting cats and supplies in then beckoned to Randall. He came through the door a frown on his face. The door shut by itself behind him and he jumped looking round the apartment.

The mamma cat started meowing. Amanda began sorting her some food out addressing Randall as she popped out the contents of a tin of cat food onto a plate. “Bathroom, that way.” She pointed left. “Bedroom that way,” she pointed right. “Fridge” She stuck a thumb backwards. “Drinks” she waved in the general direction of the lounge area. “Make yourself comfortable, get some sleep, you are going to need it.”

 

[Miltone]

Randy Parker

And bossy too! Kind of strange, very cheerful, sort of mystical, more than a little bit cute, and now bossy. But for some reason Randy didn’t really mind. Maybe it was because he had spent all day at the pub drinking and wagering on football and then went to work to get a head start on the week. He had stayed at work far too long, now long enough to get sucked into the workings of this mysterious young woman. But for some reason he didn’t object due to fatigue more than likely. He washed up; he made some drinks; he settled down into a comfortable chair; he watched as the merry little woman finished what she had to in getting the cats taken care of, then took up the drink he had mixed for her and settled onto the sofa opposite him. She curled her legs up and tilted her head back proudly.

“Now don’t you feel better?” she asked. “Are you hungry? I can whip up a sandwich fit for a king if you’d like.”

“No, not hungry,” Randy said vacantly.

“Mmm,” Amanda hummed. “This is good. What did you put in it? No, let me guess … whiskey, rye maybe … and something sweet, triple sec perhaps?”

“It’s called a Big Orange,” Randy replied, then added matter-of-factly, “Two shots of bourbon, shot of Cointreau, dash of bitters.”

“I don’t drink much but this is very good,” she purred. “Very festive for this time of year.”

“Funny thing too,” Randy said as he sipped from his drink. “When I first looked in your liquor cabinet, I didn’t see the stuff to make it. But then as I began to really feel the taste for one, I found the makings right there in front of my eyes. Weird isn’t it?”

“Well, strange and wonderful things can happen this time of year, you know,” Amanda said her voice so very musical. “One just never knows.”

“For me this time of year is a big fuc----, er, big headache,” Randy said, sipping again from his drink and rubbing the furrow on his forehead. “Running your own business at a time when some big projects are due and all the employees can think about is that holiday trip to Aunt Susie’s can be a real bit--, um, real tough.”

“What’s the matter?” Amanda said with a soft chuckle. “Holiday mood hasn’t struck you yet?”

“Nah,” he said dismissing the thought. “I haven’t much in the couple years since my wife—my ex-wife, took the kids. I usually head to some mindless warm port down south to take my mind off it all.” He felt a tightness gnawing at his neck and shoulders and he tried to swivel his head side to side to alleviate the obnoxious sensation.

“Aww, poor thing,” Amanda said. “You look very tense, do you need a little massage?”

“Nah, I should be going,” he said getting up.

“Oh, I can’t send you out into the night all grumpy and out of sorts,” Amanda said, getting up, reaching for his hand, and pulling him toward the couch. “Besides I haven’t finished my drink and it’s rude to make a lady drink by herself. Now why don’t you sit down and relax and let me chase away that tightness?”

Randy regarded the little woman for a moment. Her little hands were warm and tempting and the ache in his shoulders was dull and throbbing. Maybe he should take her up, but just for a little while. “All right,” he relented with a sigh. “But just for a little while. I have a staff meeting first thing tomorrow morning.” Randy sat on the couch and then shifted as she positioned herself behind him and manoeuvred him around so that she could massage his shoulders.

“Oh, my! You are a tight bundle of nerves!” she said and her warm little hands began to knead the tight muscles of his shoulders. She brushed her fingers over the ponytail that hung down his back, slipping it over his shoulder. “You have such pretty hair, sort of long for a businessman isn’t it?”

“I hate haircuts, always have,” Randy replied, closing his eyes as her hands moved on him almost hypnotically. “It’s not uncommon in the computer software business though … gives you kind of a creative look that businesses expect.”

“Interesting,” Amanda sighed as her hands worked the back and his neck and then out along his shoulders. “You know this would go a little better if you took off your shirt.”

“What?” Randy said, caught offguard. “Oh, yeah, right!” He dutifully pulled down the zipper on his fleece shirt and pulled it up and off over his head. Then he felt her hands settle upon him again, taking a quick tour down his bare back and up again.

“You keep yourself in good shape, Randall,” she observed.

“Randy … call me Randy,” he said. “Yeah, I try to work out a few times a week. Sometimes it’s the only pleasure I get to enjoy.” The warmth was chasing the stiffness and headache away and he found himself leaning back into her little hands plying the muscles of his back. “Uhhhh, that feels good … really good!”

 

[Why]

Amanda worked her hands down Randy’s spine and back again, teasing the tense muscles in his shoulders and back. She felt him relax back into her hands and gave a small smile, beginning to sing softly, not completely in tune, but not far off.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas.
Let your heart be light
From now on our troubles
Will be out of sight.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the Yule-tide gay,
From now on our troubles
Will be miles away

Randy snorted at the words and his back stiffened slightly. “You believe in that?"

Amanda stopped massaging Randy and slid a hand over each shoulder down on to his chest, bringing her lips close to his ear and her breasts tight against his back. “I believe in loving and giving,”

Randy snorted louder now and took a large mouthful of his drink. “You mean you like the shop till you drop and fighting for the latest toy with half of the city on the steps of a department store.”

“No… I believe is showing someone you love them and giving them love, hope and a showing them the world is not as bad as it seems" and a helping hand or kick in the butt as the case maybe, Amanda added in her thought.

“No it’s worse…” Randy retorted as his neck tightened up again. “I really should be…”

“No… look…" Amanda began massaging again and running her hands not only over his back but across his shoulders and dipping forward.

“Errr, yes well…..” Randy mumbled as he again relaxed his eyes closing as he began to drift off to sleep.

“That’s it Randall, time to sleep.” The Angel’s voice said behind Amanda.

“What?” Amanda exclaimed and Randy’ head dropped forward and he snored gently.

“You are sailing a bit close to the wind Amanda?” The angel tutted as he walked round into Amanda’s eyesight.

“He needs a bit of TLC, he is a big part of the problem. It is within my remit!” Amanda huffed.

“Remit, oh, going all modern on me are you? Just make sure you don’t make a bigger problem and remember he has a staff meeting tomorrow.” The angel said as it faded away.

“I know and he will be late I can promise.” Amanda gave a chuckle and wrapped her arms round Randy and thought very hard of her brass bed, complete with feather mattress.

They both sank into the silken covers as they appeared on the bed. Amanda inched out from behind Randy and moved down, undoing his left shoe.

“What?” Randy mumbled and blinked; half sitting up.

“Well, you were falling asleep so…. You might as well stay the night?” Amanda said a michivious smile on her face.

“Do you often do this sort of thing?” He asked.

“Depends, some years I don’t others I do… Got to be a special problem, sorry person… and even then…..”Amanda said as she pulled of his shoe and gave a grin of triumph.

 

[Miltone]

Randy Parker

He looked at the little sprite of a woman dropping his shoe to the floor and then expertly removing his other. He was tired, but hadn’t thought he was sleepy enough … yet he had fallen asleep, or at least that’s what she had said. And now here he was in her bed, and how did he get here anyway? She wasn’t that strong to lug him in here, or was she? Maybe? Could it be? What the hell! Maybe, she’s a witch or something. Randy laughed to himself as she dropped his other shoe to the floor and climbed up onto the bed to attack his belt and trousers.

“Wait a second here,” he protested as she pulled open his belt and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers.

“Such fine material … don’t want to get them all wrinkled while you sleep,” she said grasping them by the waistband and trying to tug them down from his hips.

Randy felt his hips move but wasn’t sure that it was his own intention. She quickly had him de-panted and climbed from the bed to carefully fold them and place them over the back of a chair. Then she glanced back at him smiling and was quickly on the bed again, her warm little fingers prying at the waistband of his briefs. He did have to be wearing his skimpy little black cotton pair that barely concealed his “boys.”

“Now wait just a minute,” he said, grabbing her wrists to keep her from pulling down his briefs and keep his “boys” covered. “I usually sleep in my underwear.”

“But maybe that’s why you’re always so grouchy,” she giggled, obviously eyeing the bulge in his briefs. “So much manhood and so little space! Your ‘boys’ don’t have enough room in there to move around at night. You know the average male gets an erection as often as four times an hour during deep sleep …”

“Hold on … how did you know I call them my ‘boys’?” Randy said as they wrestled over the position of his skimpy black briefs. “And another thing, why are you so intent on getting me naked? Are you trying to seduce me or something?” She let go of his shorts and sat back, laughing out loud.

“Oh, dear, if I was trying to seduce you, you would already be seduced,” she said with a cute little grin that caught Randy by surprise. Then she quickly sprang forward and reached for his briefs again, tugging them down to his knees and heading straight to his ankles.

“But you … I mean, your bed … and you are … and … I … um …” Randy rambled through his thoughts, trying to fit them to words, but she was quick and now had him completely naked, twirling his briefs around for a moment before they flew off her finger and went flying off into a corner of the room. Randy clutched at the sheet and pulled it up to cover his nakedness. “But what are you … er, where are you going to sleep?”

“Silly man! Why right in here with you,” she said matter of factly, kneeling beside him on the plump bedcovers. She crossed her arms reaching down to the hem of her sweater and then pulled it up and off over her head.

Damn! Did she ever have a gorgeous little pair of breasts! Not real big or anything, but certainly not small and with a deliciously firm round shape and perfect little nipples. Randy felt a twinge vibrate between his legs. Still kneeling, she undid her jeans and began to peel them down her legs and off. The rest of her body was as trim and sexy as what he had already seen. She was so uninhibited about her nakedness that it stymied Randy’s thought processes. Within a second she was beside him under the covers and cozying up to his back.

“Now isn’t this so much better?” she said, her arm looping around him and her hand coming to rest on his stomach.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Randy replied, lying down on his side, feeling the warm woman fitting herself up behind him. “It does feel pretty nice.” Then her hand moved lower over his belly until it brushed up against his growing erection. He felt her fingers curl ever so gently around his girth.

“See, what did I say?” she giggled as her fingers stroked him ever so lightly. “Four times an hour … and you aren’t even asleep yet.”

“But that’s hardly fair … I mean it’s been quite a while since I’ve been with a woman.”

“And it’s been much longer for me,” she said, her hand gliding up and down the length of his cock, her firm little breasts pressing up to his back, her breath falling warm and light on his neck.

“Over a year,” Randy remarked.

“What?”

“Over a year since I’ve been with a woman.”

“Oh dear, far longer for me,” she said. “But then, we are just here to sleep, aren’t we?”

“I thought so,” Randy said slowly. “But as you can see … er, feel, I’m not sleepy now.”

“There’s something we can do about that situation,” she said snuggling up even closer to him.

Something about what situation? Being sleepy or being … being … being turned on by this strangely exciting little woman?

 

[Why]

Amanda

Amanda pressed closer to Randy’s back. Her nipples became like hard pebbles, digging into his flesh. She giggled to herself and almost wallowed in the sensation. It felt good to hold someone again, someone that needed a little loving rather than just sex.

Oh Amanda loved sex, but when it was just wham, bam, thank you mam, it was cold, she was after all a Christmas spirit, loving was part of what she was. She began to nibble behind his ear and run her hand from the base of his cock up his groin and back down, each time she went back down she inched up his length just a fraction, smiling as he expanded and gave a little shudder.

Then as she moved her hand nearly to the top, Randy’s hand closed over hers lifting it off. He squirmed in the bed until he was facing her, his hand still in his. Amanda frowned as Randy’s mouth worked and he said “Is this… I mean wise… I mean… safe… I mean it’s not that…. I don’t know what I mean????”

“Course you don’t you are tired and it has been over a year.” Amanda said kissing his nose.

“Right,” Randy answered and found his arms pulling her close.

“Right,” Amanda replied and let her mouth slip down to his. Amanda felt as if all the Christmas lights in the city had gone on in her head as Randy, now reciprocated, plunging his tongue into her mouth. He kissed her hard, his hands seeking her breasts.

Amanda gently, but firmly pushed him onto his back, a glint in her eye and whispered, “Just lie there and enjoy this is for you…..” A look of puzzlement crossed over Randy’s face as Amanda’s drink appeared in her hand.

Carefully she drizzled the drink onto his chest. “That’s cold!” He exclaimed, laughing.

“Is it cold now?” Amanda asked as she lapped up the drink from his skin.

“No...” Randy said softly as his fingers ran through her hair teasing the white curls with his fingers, then letting them stray to her neck.

Again she tipped the drink, watching it run round Randy’s belly button and vibrating as he chuckled. Again she sucked the liquid off. The third time she applied the liquid to his “boys” or rather his balls, just underneath the base of his shaft. Randy groaned out loud as her small tongue nuzzled round the base and licked and teased its way up to the purple crown.

Round her tongue swirled as her mouth stretched and took him in. Randy raised his hips to meet her and Amanda glanced up, Randy’s eyes were half closed as he savoured the sensation of her mouth. She also glanced sideways as the clock on the side. It had begun tick a bit faster; in fact the “ticks” had become one soft long drone. In fact as she took her time and worked her tongue and mouth on Randy’s shaft it had gone from 4.00am to 6.00am.

Amanda smiled it was time to increase the pace. She let go of Randy’s cock watching it bob for a second then climbed on top of him. This time was not so much about her enjoyment as about him, his needs. And Randy needed some love. He also needed to be late and not quite with it for the staff meeting later that morning. In fact totally fuddled and looking like mamma cat and the kittens had played with him would do nicely.

She straddled Randy, taking his cock in her hands, and rubbing it against her slit, parting the lips, teasing her clit and allowing it to surge into her. Randy swore as he felt the tightness of her. Amanda closed her eyes and eased her bottom from side to side, as she pushed down.

Randy’s hips bucked up, his sac slapping against her bottom, his hands reached for her breasts, gasping the nipples. Amanda’s hands closed over his and she began to “ride” him. As the passion built, getting hotter, faster, so did the clock, time was flying by, in fact the device began to smoke a bit as 8.00am came and went. In fact time wasn’t the only thing coming. Amanda bit her lip and groaned as she became aware that she too was beginning to fly.

 

[Miltone]

Randy Parker

He knew--he could tell that the lively little woman on top of him was getting off by the way she writhed and wiggled and rocked her hips. Watching and feeling her bounce up and down on top of him was bringing Randy closer as well. His cock felt so long and hard, and her pussy felt so hot and wet and tight! He seemed to forget all about the time and the need for sleep and the important staff meeting in the morning. It had been so long since he had been with a woman being so caught up in his business and it felt so good to have sex … No! This wasn’t just having sex for there was something loving in her touch and her movements and Randy was swept up on the flood of long denied pleasures.

He tried kicking his feet to roll them over but his foot was waggling in the air helplessly. It was then he realized that they were actually floating in the air as they made love … Yes! They were making love and they were … they were … floating in the air, like angels or something. But as he moved they began to turn in the air until he was on top and he held onto her tightly for a moment. Her voice was laughing a delightful sexy giggle, and the way she felt to him and the heated passions that were taking hold of them both made him forget where they were. All that mattered was the sensation of the intense pleasure taking root in him.

They clung tightly to each other until their bodies began to reach a climax. Randy could feel himself erupt inside her, each spectacular powerful shower sending a heavy shiver through his body. Their bodies ground firmly against one another until they collapsed back to the bed.

“Oh … my … god!” Randy said all sweaty and out of breath. “Oh my fucking god!”

“Watch the language!” she laughed, though her tone of voice seemed to say that she meant her words.

“Sorry! But that was un-fucking-believeable!” Randy then looked over at the clock on the nightstand. Hold on a frigging minute! They had just been having sex—erm, making love, and the clock now read after 8 am. How the fuck could that happen? He hadn’t had any sleep yet he felt rested—in fact, he felt terrific and it just wasn’t the great sex, which had been almost otherworldly. But he knew he had to get to his staff meeting and lay down the law about getting the Delteon job finished up and shipped off before anybody took any vacation for the holidays. Curtly he tried to extricate himself, but she held him fast. “I have to go?”

“Do you?” she asked cheerfully, her arms and legs entangled with his. “Do you really want to go?”

“I really do,” he said as she began to kiss his shoulder and neck lovingly. “And you have to stop doing that.”

“Why? You don’t like it?” she said, her kisses spreading down to his chest.

“Well, um … actually I do kind of like it,” he said as her hands glided up and down over his back. “But someone has to play the heavy in this little drama.”

“Whatever for?” she asked, her lithe little body still holding his still erect cock deep inside her tight little pussy—wait a minute! He wiggled his hips and felt his long stiffy draw back and forth in her hot wet little twat. “See? You don’t really want to go, do you?”

“I have to!” Randy said, working his cock in and out of her a little more. “Someone has to be responsible, and if that means canceling Christmas vacations, then so be it!”

“But wouldn’t you rather?” she cooed, letting him slip from inside her and spinning about so that he could take her from behind, her hand guiding him again inside her.

“Just this once more,” he said, not too reluctantly. This time they didn't end up floating in the air, although they did tumbled fromt he bed wildly, dragging the bedcovers with them onto the floor. By the time they had both cum again, quite spectacularly to be sure, the clock read 10 am and he was more determined than ever to get going. But as he went to slip away, she held onto him.

“But are you sure you have to leave?” she asked, her little hand running up and down his proudly erect cock. “Someone else doesn’t look like they want to leave.”

“I … Have … To … Go!” he said firmly, brushing her hand away from him and tossing off the covers.

“Well, suit yourself,” she chuckled, sitting up in the bedcovers.

On climbing from the bed, Randy slipped on the covers, his feet shot out from under him, and he fell smack on his ass to the sound of her bright laugh.

“You should slow down, Randall,” she called out as he headed toward the bathroom.

“I don’t have time to slow down,” he said glancing back at her for a moment. When he turned his head and took a step forward and ran right into the door jamb, eliciting another laugh from her, although this one wasn’t quite as hearty.

“Are you all right?” she asked, suddenly standing beside him, her warm hand rubbing the growing bump on his head. “Maybe we should have this looked at?”

“NO!” he bellowed. “I have to get out of here!”

“All right, all right,” she said. “Guess I’ve done all I can.”

As Randy looked at her checking the time, she smiled in a very self-satisfied manner.

“Arrgghh!!” he growled.

There was the moment in the shower when he dropped the bar of soap and almost slipped and fell on it. Then a button on his shirt popped free. And of course his shoelace had to break. Each little mishap brought a giggling outburst from this little woman. Eventually he found himself passing through the door and walking toward his office. He looked a shambles, unshaven, his shirt open at the waist, and a huge know growing in the middle of his forehead.

He breezed through the front office, blowing off the receptionist who called out, “Mr. Parker! Mr. Parker! Wait!” He headed directly toward the conference room. He could hear laughing, loud boisterous laughing.

“Yeah! And who isn’t happy that he isn’t here?” came the voice of James, one of the project leaders. “Maybe we’ll actually get something accomplished!”

Randy paused for a moment.

“What could be keeping him anyway?” said Carol, his loyal executive assistant. “He’s always on time.”

“Rehearsals for ‘The Christmas Carol’ probably ran over,” cracked Gilmour. “Heard he’s playing Scrooge this year.”

“Just like last year!” piped up Grady.

“And the year before!” added James. “Perfect example of typecasting!”

“Yeah, but hey had to warn him to ease up,” said Gilmour. “Nobody in the audience would believe that Scrooge was so mean!”

They all laughed while Randy stood just outside the open conference room door steaming. Then he saw Carol’s face peer from around the corner.

“Good morning, Mr. Parker!” she said very loudly.

“Shit!” came Gilmour’s voice. “Well, been nice knowing you folks!”

Randy took a couple of steps and stood square in the doorway. “Scrooge is it, eh? We’ll see about that! As of this moment all Christmas leaves are cancelled and everyone is working overtime, until the Delteon project is finished … Saturdays included!” That will fix them, he thought. Insufferable ingrates! Then he heard a strange voice calling to him. Was it that strange little woman? How did she get in here?

“Randall? Randall? Are you sure, absolutely sure?”

He turned but didn’t see her anywhere. What the fuck?

 

[Why]

Amanda.

Amanda lay on the bed, running her fingers down her stomach. Goodness that was good! Better than any she could remember. Her pussy twitched as if asking for more. “Later, darling,” she said patting herself, “got work to do.” Amanda looked at the clock and sighed deeply, it jumped back an hour. She swiftly moved from the bed as two blurred figures writhed as they flickered through time, having sex at a brisk pace.

“Damn…” she swore, then giggled as she watched Randy and herself falling from the bed. Still she needed this time to get herself ready for the meeting.

Amanda showered and dressed in a sharp pale grey business suit with a knee length skirt with a large side split. A white blouse, just a fraction too tight with the top buttons undone, just enough to show the top of her black lacy bra. The lace matched that on the top of her stockings, which Amanda checked could be seen when she crossed her legs. A clipboard and a pair of dark rimmed glasses completed her outfit.

She then closed her eyes and listened into the conversation in the conference room, waiting for the outburst she was sure Randall was going to make.

“Scrooge is it, eh? We’ll see about that! As of this moment all Christmas leaves are cancelled and everyone is working overtime, until the Delteon project is finished … Saturdays included!”

“Randall? Randall? Are you sure, absolutely sure?” She answered as she appeared in the large swivel chair at the far end of the conference table.

“Yes I am sure…” Randall couldn’t help himself say, causing his employees to exchange looks. Amanda was tempted to stay hidden, but it wouldn’t help things if Randall’s employees thought he had flipped his lid.

“I seem to remember it differently” Amanda said swinging the chair round to face Randall and his staff. She crossed her legs, showing off her stocking tops and tapping the clip board.

“We discussed nothing,” Randall thundered, placing both hands on the table and glaring down its length at her.

“Who is this?” Carol, his loyal executive assistant said, frowning.

“Oh hello Carol, are you well? I am Randall’s sleeping partner.” Amanda said and leaned forward, allowing all a glimpse of her cleavage.

“That’s a lie!” Randall was turning purple with rage, the bump on his head pulsing in tempo with his temper.

“True, we haven’t slept in the same bed yet have we.”

“He’s been humping that?” James said in a stage whisper to Gilmour.

“Nah, humping takes emotions, Randy’s had his surgically removed” Gilmour said out of the corner of his mouth and winked at Amanda, who, to his surprise and Randall’s annoyance, winked back.

“As I was saying,” Amanda began again tapping her clipboard.
“You were saying nothing and how the hell did you get here before me, dressed like… like…” Randall began to move down the side of the table, his hands clutching at thin air as if he was going to strangle her.

“For business?” Amanda said and peered over the top of her glasses at him.

A ripple of laughter ran round the room and Gilmour commented. “Yes and we can guess which sort.”

“She is not like that,” Randall’s head snapped round and he glared at his employee. Gilmour held up his hands and shrugged.

“As I was saying,” Amanda tried again. “Here in black and white your signature Randall, dear. Confirming the arrangements for the “open house” in the large apartment under this office for the staff and their families to drop in when they can. That with the bonus, a little thank you present, for the effort you know they will put in between then and now on the Delteon project.”

“I signed nothing!!!!!” Randall exploded his arms waving.

“Yes you did” Amanda stood smoothing down her skirt. “You signed it at the same time you did the holiday forms last night.” She shoved the clip board down the table and smiled up at Randall adding as she held up the key card to the BMW, “don’t worry I will bring it back safe.”

Amanda then walked past Randall, pinching his bottom as she did and left the room.

 

[Miltone]

Randy

“But … but … I … you … wait!” Randy steamed, much to the amusement of his employees. But she kept going, leaving Randy looking dumbfounded at the door where she had disappeared. He looked back to the grinning faces ringing the conference table.

“So tell me, boss,” asked Gilmour. “Where’d you find a looker like that? Word was out that you had given up on the human race, at least the female half of it.”

“I found her … last night … my car … and kittens, there were kittens …” Randy answered.

Several of his employees chuckled. Nothing was making sense here. First of all, this strange little woman appears out of nowhere, being entirely more cheerful that was necessary, rescuing lost kittens, healing people (and what was with that bit anyway?), and then sharing the most wonderful intense exciting sex ever! Now here she was messing with his company, telling his ungrateful employees that he was throwing them an open house for their obnoxious families and giving them a holiday bonus to boot.

He picked up the clipboard and shuffled through the papers. There was his signature all over them authorizing it all. There was something very strange about all this. Sure it was Christmas time and most everyone was swept up in a fit of seasonal excess. But between now and the end of the month there was so much to be done and no one seemed to care. And who was this woman? Where did she come from?

“Um, Mr. Parker … Mr. Parker?” said Carol, waving her hand in front of his face. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah … I’m … all right,” Randy said vacantly. “And you can stop calling me Mr. Parker. Call me … call me Randall.” He looked at the faces ringing the conference table; they were all grinning and exchanging private little jokes, probably at his expense. This was ridiculous! Someone had to take charge. When his eyes circulated around the table, the laughing stopped and the smirks were wiped off their faces. He thought of what he was going to say. Between now and the end of the month there is a helluva lot of work to be done so if we don’t cut out all this silly Christmas spirit crap and get to work there won’t be any Happy Fucking New Year! Yeah, that would put the fear of god in them! Then he cleared his voice. “Well, I hope you can all work together and finish up the Delteon project on time. If there is anything I can do to help you along, just let me know.”

Everyone looked at him strangely. What the fuck? Where had those words come from? Surely not his mouth. He had to get tough and crack the whip on these slackers. I’m gonna make every last one of you lazy little fuckers work overtime this weekend! That would fix ‘em. Randy smacked his hand on the table.

“Tell you what, I’ll send out for lunch if everyone can get going and we can avoid overtime this week,” Randy said. The words were coming from his mouth all right, but they weren’t the words he planned on saying. And his voice sounded soft and … and … and friendly.

“Great idea, Mr. Park--, er, I mean Randall!” Carol said excitedly. There was a musical quality to her voice in the way she pronounced his name. “Why don’t the managers pass around the menu from Sparky’s Deli and I’ll call in the order.” Everyone agreed.

“Gee, bossman,” Gilmour said. “Does that little hottie have a sister?” Gilmour pointed toward the door the little woman had exited. “I mean if a round or two in the hay with her took the edge off a guy like you, imagine what it could do for me?” Everyone else chuckled.

“Well, I’ve got a project to wrap up, don’t I?” James said pushing back in his chair. “We’d better get it done if we’re going to make it to Pasadena on New Years Day.”

There was a strange sound of concurrence as the others pushed back and got up from the table. Randy didn’t sense the usual tone of fear and acquiescence that his tirades normally produced. In fact as he looked around at them filing cheerfully out of the room, they were actually smiling and seemed happy to be getting back to work.

“Thanks, bossman,” Gilmour said patting Randy on the back. Then he leant close to Randy’s ear and whispered, “And just between you and me, I am serious about the sister thing.”

The sound of cheerful voices carried down the hallway. What had just happened here? First this little woman, then his strange offer to buy lunch, and now everyone was going joyfully about their business. Was he losing his grip on things?

“What a great idea, Randall,” Carol said her voice bubbling over with anticipation. “That really seemed to help morale. Now why don’t you go clean yourself up. You look a fright.” She moved past him and down the hallway toward her desk.

Morale, schmorale! The only thing that ever helped morale was a swift kick in the ass! Randy looked down at himself and realized how ragged he looked. He followed after Carol and passed by into his office suite. Maybe a quick shower and a change of clothes would help clear his mind and straighten things out.

And it did. Randy was feeling closer to normal when Carol came in with the deli menu and took his order. Oh fuck! What the hell? He set aside the reports and charts he was reviewing and ordered a Reuben sandwich and a soda. And when it arrived he joined the employees in the lunchroom to eat. He was surprised to see a few get up and leave before their lunchtime was over. Yeah, right! Just trying to impress him. The lazy bastards were probably going to the restroom to jack off anyway.

After a meeting with James, Grady, and the rest of the Delteon project team, Randy sat in his office mulling over the project’s revised Gantt chart. It looked like with a bit of luck they just might wrap it up on time. He crossed his fingers. The door to his office opened and Carol poked her head inside.

“Excuse me, Mr. Parker, er, I mean Randall,” she said cheerfully. “But you have a visitor.”

“I’m not expecting anyone,” Randy replied wondering who it could be.

“I know, sir, but …” She opened the door wider and for a moment Randy heard the tinkling of music, like chimes or bells or something.

“See, Randall,” came a friendly voice that was becoming all too familiar. “I told you I would get it back safe and sound.”

 

[Why]

“See, Randall,” came a friendly voice that was becoming all too familiar. “I told you I would get it back safe and sound.” Amanda walked past Carol, tossing the key card in her hand. “Well sort of…” Amanda added pulling a small piece of branch off a Christmas tree out of her curls.

She had changed her clothes; she now wore a pair of bright green dungarees with a picture of Santa on the bib. She had a bright yellow blouse on and a pointed hat. In fact Amanda was really dressed as sort of Santa’s elf, complete with reddened cheeks and candy canes in her pockets.

“Sort of?” Randall snarled, hitting the desk.

Carol shut the door with a whoosh.

Amanda shook her head, still a way to go here, but it was his car, she best explain. “Well, you know what mums are like on the morning school run. They take no prisoners, and well it is only a dent in the left rear wing. It was the only way I could think of stopping Mrs Clemson, she just wasn’t listening to me or her son Michael. We got it sorted though, she understands now, Michael is going to have a better time at school now, and bullies never win you know…”

“Only the front wing?” Randall repeated and sat down hard in his chair.

“See that wasn’t bad, was it.” Amanda said and walked over to him and stood behind him, her small fingers rubbing the back of his neck. “Goodness you are tense.”

“Tense? That car…” Randall glared over his shoulder at her, but began to roll his shoulders as her hands began to work across the knotted muscles.

“Yes, though the trees I had lashed to the roof might have scratched a bit.”

“Trees!” Randall shot to his feet again and spun facing Amanda his face thunderous.

“Yes, trees. Each kindergarten class in the city has one you know only this year Mr Rosethorne’s lorry broke down and he couldn’t make all the deliveries using his pickup truck, soooo.”

You lashed Christmas trees to the top of my… “Oh God.” Randall slapped his forehead and wished he hadn’t the bump there began to throb anew.

“Calm down, Randall, it’s just a bloody car and I wish you wouldn’t swear.” Amanda retorted and pushed Randall backwards. He lost his balance and fell across the desk, sending files and the keyboard of his computer crashing to the floor. “That’s better; you are more my height now and you need to calm down.” As she spoke Amanda planted a large wet kiss on Randall’s mouth. He spluttered and closed his arms round her. “Good…” Amanda said as she came up for air and started working on his trousers. “Oh by the way do you skate?”

“Skate?” Randall babbled as Amanda stripped of his trousers, pulling shoes and socks of in one fluid movement. He made one half hearted attempt to stop her then gave up as the garments flew across the office.

“Yes, skate we are going skating later.” Amanda said as she blew a raspberry on Randall’s belly.

“Like this?” Randall asked as she worked at the buttons of his shirt.

“Well, that might be fun, but not this time.” Amanda answered as the door to the office opened.

Oh bossman, I was just thinking we need too…. Errr come ….no… I mean I am going... I will go…” Gilmour stuttered and tried not to look, but found his eyes locking his half naked employer, with Amanda now straddled across Randall, where he lay on his desk.

“Half an hour Gilmour.” Amanda said and blew him a kiss.

“Right half an hour…” Gilmour and began to back towards the door.

“Wait…” Randall gargled and tried to rise.

“Yes you are right Randall, make that 45 minutes.” Amanda chuckled.

 

[Miltone]

Randy

Looking up at the merry little woman straddling his hips, Randy almost felt a smile form on his face and a chuckle grow in his chest. Gilmour, being the super salesman he was, couldn’t keep a secret to save his life and certainly precious little now remained of Randy’s reputation throughout the company.

“So when was the last time you went ice skating?” she asked as she peeled the last of his shirt from his shoulders. She leaned down and began to kiss his chest. “So? Tell me!”

“Um, when I was a kid maybe,” he said, twitching when her lips closed around his tight little nipple and nibbled it.

“Then when was the last time you made a snow man?” she asked, her mouth moving over to his other nip, this time nibbling it harder.

“Ooo, um, gee I don’t know,” he said, grabbing hold of the curls adorning her head. “Maybe with my kids a few years ago.”

“And Christmas caroling?” she asked, her mouth moving down lower over his chest toward his stomach.

“Never … don’t think I’ve ever gone,” he answered. Just when she seemed about to shift lower and take his cock in her hands, she suddenly sat upright.

“You’ve never gone Christmas caroling?” she asked with a puzzled look on her face. “Never … ever?”

“Nope. Why?”

“Well, your list of things to do this Christmas season just keeps getting longer,” she said with a laugh. She bent down and ran her hands over his chest, tweaking his nipples and caressing the firm muscles of his chest. “Maybe when we are done here we can do some of those things. But first things first.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“You still don’t get it, do you?” she said, looking for a moment just a little discouraged. Her hands stopped moving on him and she lifted them up to her own chest.

“I guess not,” he said.

“Randall, you see,” she said, smiling again and unfastening first one strap of her green overalls then the other. “You need to have more fun in your life … actually more life in your life. Know what I mean?”

“But this is my life, this business, keeping it afloat,” he said watching as she began to unbutton her yellow blouse. “People depend on this business for their livelihoods.”

“True,” she said continuing to unbutton her blouse. “But they also depend on you to be a good and kind and understanding boss. That’s why I say that you need something more in your life.” With that, she had freed the last button on her blouse and slipped it from her shoulders. Randy marveled at the sight. She had the most perfectly shaped breasts; in fact, they looked bigger than when last he had seen them. Still quite firm and with upturned nipples, but they were certainly larger. “What?” she said, then seeing the look of wonder on his face, reached down and took his hands and placed them on her breasts. “You see Randall, this is why I am here, to help you see life in a different way. And this is certainly different.”

“Um, yes it is,” he replied, cupping the fullness of her breasts with both hands, his forefingers and thumbs toying with her rosy nipples. “But is having sex on my desk with a strange woman part of you little plan?”

“Not by rule,” she said leaning forward and pressing the flesh of her breasts into his hands. “But you have to admit that it is an awful lot of fun.”

“Yes, it is,” he said, still kneading her firm breasts.

“So then,” she asked, leaning down to bring her lips close to his. “What are you waiting for?”

Randy didn’t have an answer. Maybe she was right. Maybe he had been too much of a hardass since taking over the business. Maybe he had let the business take over his life and had kept him from enjoying life. But how could he change things around? As the little woman kissed him, the solution suddenly seemed so obvious. He took her into his arms and rolled them over, papers and folders and everything else on his desktop went flying. And her bright green overalls soon followed. She giggled sexily as he stripped her naked and began to kiss her body and make love to her.

“Mmm, I love a decisive man who knows how to take charge,” she cooed as his mouth kissed a path down her supple body. “Oh, yes, Randall! You are being very decisive!”

He buried his face between the spread of her upraised legs and heard her moan and sigh loudly. He laved her wildly, devouring her sweetness and feeling his passionate desire rise up along with his stout cock. She pulled him up onto the desk and swung him around, climbing on top of him in a perfect sixty-nine position.

The desk was not the only piece of furniture that was deflowered this afternoon. She sat and rode his lap in his high backed leather chair. He took her from behind as she knelt on the overstuffed leather couch. She sat on the credenza with her ankles hooked over his shoulders while he thrust wildly into her. It is difficult to describe just exactly how each one of the guest chairs lost their virginity, but reading some of the lesser known pages from the Kama Sutra might produce at least the proper name.

And finally he held her up against the door to his office, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms about his shoulders, his face buried in her hair as he growled, his seed spurting deeply up into her while she screamed, “Yes! So good! Fuck yes! Oh, fuck me, yesssss!”

They collapsed onto the carpet and lie together for several minutes as their passions abated and they caught their breath. She led the way into his bathroom where they washed and then dressed. Randy laughed when he opened the door and saw a mad scuffling of people and shuffling of papers as everyone gathered near his executive office suite tried to make it look like they were busy working. Carol looked up at him, her face flushed and rosy.

“Carol, I’ll be leaving now,” he said proudly. “I have some, um … important things to um, … take care of.”

“Yes sir,” she answered. “So I see.”

 

[Why]

Amanda!

Amanda screamed “Yes! So good! Fuck yes Oh, fuck me, yesssss!”, as her tail bone banged against the door. It had been a busy afternoon, Randall had certainly abandoned his stiff uptight attitude in all but the one vital area. And for that Amanda was very glad, it had been a long time since she had been fucked err loved, with so much gusto and enthusiasm. It did her heart good, even if it battered her tail bone on office doors and left her wondering if she would be able to walk out of the office!

Once they had cleaned up and dressed, Amanda, noticing that her boobs seemed to be appreciating the attention they were getting. She swore she was a “B” cup, now she was more of a “D”. “What the…?” Amanda commented as she tried to shove the contents of her ‘Boulder Holster,’ into now a rather skimpy covering.

“Adaptation, you needed upgrading a little to suit modern tastes...” The Angel’s voice chuckled.

“Just don’t turn me into a 6ft size 6 with bones.” Amanda retorted.

“Pardon…” Randall said as swung the door open

“Err nothing, to the Big Macho Wagon." Amanda chuckled.

“Pardon… Randall repeated then turned addressed Carol as his eyes tracked the movement of his workforce as they scuttled back to their desks, waving papers in their hands.

Clankkkkkk A litter bin rolled across the cross the floor followed by a thud and a strangled “Shitting hell.”

“Look where you are going Gilmour,” Amanda called.

“Carol, I’ll be leaving now,” Randall said proudly. “I have some, um … important things to um, … take care of.”

“Yes sir,” Carol answered. “So I see.”

As Amanda followed Randall, she reached out and lightly touched his back then withdrew her finger sucking it and mouthing to Carol “Hot stuff!”

Carol giggled and winked at Amanda.

Randall looked behind him and said, “anything I should know about?”

“Nope, nothing” Amanda said as she skipped forward and tucked her arm in his as they left the building.

“My car…” Randall grated as he saw the damage to the wing (from hitting Mrs Clemson’s vehicle and roof (from the Christmas trees.) “And what?” Randall added as he opened the driver’s door to find the seat pushed right forward, three cushions on the seat, a string of fairy lights across the back parcel shelf and a Santa swinging from the mirror.

Amanda winced as he threw the cushions into the back and pushed the seat back. His hand went to remove the Santa. “Ok, but just for the season.” He said as he got in.

“Good, now down town we have some skating to do, and then to St Marks, Reverend Jones needs some help, got a school nativity to rehearse and feed the cast.” Randall seemed to shudder as he pulled away from the sidewalk. “It will be fun, you wait.”

They arrived at the large outdoor skating rink on the edge of the city park. “I don’t think…” Randall began as Amanda pulled a pair of skates his size out of the trunk, along with a coat hat and multi-coloured scarf.

“Nonsense.” Amanda huffed and in five minutes was pulling Randall round the ice. After plenty of tumbles, a lot of fumbling while down on the ice and a constant giggles from Amanda, she had him able to not only go forward but to “cross” step and turn.

“Not bad,” Randall shouted and lost his balance falling down again.

Amanda, ignored him for a moment, her eyes were on a small group of youths on the edge of the ice. She skated over, picking up speed then stopping with a flourish, ice chips splattering the teenagers. “Hello, Todd, I remembered.” Amanda said to the lad in the centre of the group.

The lad grinned and held out his hand to Amanda, thumbing his nose at the others. Todd settled his hand on her waist and off they went, twisting and turning across the ice. Amanda spotted the visiting skating coach, looking bored as the mayor rambled on about encouraging sport in the city.

“Show me that triple Todd,” Amanda said as the came past Randall, sitting on the ice. The youth let go of her and powered down the ice, then up, his arms outspread then coming in close to his body as he landed and powered skywards again, and then again. As Todd spun out of the triple and stopped the coach was pushing his way onto the ice.

Amanda smiled and looked down at Randall, “You best get up, you’re freezing “the boys”.

“That is an understatement” Randall looked from Amanda to the youth Todd now being thumped on the back by the coach.

“Flask of coffee in the car…” Amanda said and helped him up. The street lights were coming on and the winter night was closing as they made their way back.

They sat in the steamed up car drinking coffee and talking about the events on the ice. Amanda stripped off her gloves and asked “How are your boys.”

“Still cold…” Randall laughed.

“Best sort that out.” Amanda said and reached over slipping down the zip on his trousers.

“Err… I don’t think…” Randall chuckled.

“Why not, its dark the windows are steamed up and…” Her fingers dug under the waist band of his pants.

“Ouch your fingers are cold!” Randall protested.

“Cold hands, warm heart.” Amanda said as she eased the semi sleeping contents of Randall’s underwear out. She then bent her head and placed her warm mouth on his length running her tongue up and down as his cock expanded.

“That’s warm.” Randall groaned as he shifted in his seat allowing Amanda to reach him better.

“No pleasing some folks” Amanda said as she worked her tongue over the emerging head of Randall’s pride and joy. Randall’s hands ran through her hair, as his laugher vibrated through her mouth. Each lick was followed by a soft, gentle suck, taking him deeper, her now warm hands cupped his balls, stroking up then round the base of his cock. The car got steamer and steamer as Randall got hotter…

 

[Miltone]

Randy

Randy wove his fingers through the curls of her hair, so blonde that they appeared to be white, as she drove her luscious warm and wet mouth down on his cock. When she took him inside her so completely, it seemed to matter little to him any more that they were in his car with the windows all steamed up.

“So how’s that? Warming up?” she giggled when she came up for a breath.

“I dunno … still need a little warming up I think,” he said gazing at her smiling face as she stroked his slickened shaft with both hands and the tip of her tongue circled the tip of his cock.

“You do, eh?” she answered with a grin and then took his throbbing pink cock inside her mouth again, both hands still pumping his shaft, bringing a huge growl from deep down in his throat. As she moved her head up and down on him, Randy let his hand glide down from her head to her neck and back, feeling the way her body moved. He guided his hand around to her ample breast and felt the firm flesh wiggle as her head bobbed up and down on his throbbing prick. Just as he felt himself about to explode, she lifted her head up and grinned at him. “Warm enough yet, Randall?”

“Almost …” he groaned. “Don’t stop, please!”

“But I have to,” she laughed. “We have to get to St Marks and help the children rehearse the nativity scene for the Christmas pageant, remember? Then we are off to the Harbor Lights Rescue Mission to help feed the poor.”

“But, look … my … your … this … you can’t leave me like this,” he pleaded.

“You’re a big boy, you’ll get over it,” she laughed, pulling up his shorts and pants and tucking his still rigid cock safely back inside. “Besides, there will be time enough later to take care of that big boy,” she giggled.

“Suppose,” Randy groaned as he realized his plight and a slight discomfort in his nether regions.

Although St Marks was clear across town, it seemed that every stoplight was perfectly timed and there was little traffic despite the fact that it was nigh onto rush hour. The children were so happy to see the little woman and that she had brought along a friend to help. He was befuddled at first, not knowing what to do and mostly just getting in the way. But with a little direction and a discreet pinch on his ass from the little woman, Randy was soon standing off stage, helping the children get into line, checking their costumes, and wiping more than one runny nose.

When it came time to rehearse the finale, a group singing of “Silent Night”, the lively little woman grabbed Randy’s arm and dragged him onstage, propelling him to center stage with an open songbook and squeezing the cheek of his butt.

“Sing out, for Pete’s sake!” she whispered to him loudly. “You don’t want to disappoint the children now do you?”

So Randy began to join in the singing. It had been years since he had been to church and even longer since he had sung Christmas carols. Now there he stood in the midst of the St Marks School Choir singing along. He was surprised at the sound of his voice, a rich deep baritone that brought up the lower harmony nicely.

“Slee-ep in heavenly pea-eace! Slee-ep in heavenly peace!” they sang as the accompanist brought the carol to a softly appropriate crescendo. As the sound of the organ reverberated throughout the church and began to fade, the children applauded wildly.

“Merry Christmas!” they shouted. “And Happy New Year!”

Randy felt the hand of the little woman on his backside, squeezing the cheek of his butt again. When he turned toward her, she gave him a kiss, and not just a friendly Christmas kiss, one that was wet and deep and full of lips and tongue. Then he realized that everyone about them had fallen still—not just still and silent, but completely unmoving. He felt the woman’s hands move around to his front, passing over his chest and then down to his crotch. When they reached his cock, she moaned softly.

“Mmm, just making sure that you’re still warm, Randall,” she said, stepping back and withdrawing her hand from his healthy hard on. Suddenly everyone began to move again, shouting out joyous holiday greetings.

“Thank you!” the children called out as she led Randy from the church. “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas, everyone!” she shouted back in return. “See you again next year!” After shaking hands with the pastor, Randy followed her out to the car and they were off. “Next stop Harbor Light Rescue Mission.”

The homeless shelter was across town in a completely different direction, yet they made wonderful speed, almost as if the traffic were parting especially for them. As he drove, the cheerful little woman sang Christmas songs brightly. Normally, Randy would have been pissed or at least a little put off, but for some reason he began to sing along quietly at first, but then more joyfully as she cajoled him.

“Come on, Randall! It doesn’t hurt you any to sing along!” she said, then carried on singing “We Three Kings.”

Of course the fact that her little hand was resting on his lap, caressing the semi-erect manhood that lie beneath, didn’t hurt, and soon there were pulling up by the homeless shelter.

“Park over here,” she said, pointing to a place across the street.

“Okay,” Randy remarked somewhat puzzled as he wheeled the Bimmer into the empty parking lot. “But shouldn’t we be parking over there?” he asked indicating the lot beside the shelter.

“We could, but I have something else in mind,” she said, unbuttoning her coat and unfastening her green overalls.

“Everything about you puzzles me,” Randy said. “I just never know what is coming next with you.”

“Good,” she giggled as she quickly unbuttoned her bright yellow blouse. “Because I love surprises and I hope that you like then too.”

“Huh?” Randy answered and she parted her blouse to reveal her full beautiful breasts.

“Well, now that I have this bountiful pair, we might as well put them to good use!” she giggled and then leaned over toward Randy, quickly yanking down his pants and shorts so that his cock could pop out boldly. Grasping his tool, which was now growing more rigid by the second, the little woman clambered into the back seat, pulling Randy with her. Sitting in the middle of the roomy back seat, she guided Randy and his cock to the lush valley between her breasts. “Now maybe we can warm you up the rest of the way!” she said, pushing her bodacious cleavage together, trapping his erection in between.

“Oh, fuck!” he swore as he straddled her and rested his hands on the back of the leather seats. She glared at him pointedly “I mean, oh my god! This feels so good!” he said, beginning to rock his hips back and forth guiding his cock up and down between her soft tender flesh. Her tongue lashed out whenever the swollen tip of his cock came close to her mouth moistening him, lapping at him, teasing him endlessly. “Oh, my god!”

“Just doing what I can to keep you full of the spirit of the season, Randall!” she giggled.

 

[Why]

Amanda

Amanda’s bodacious cleavage was working well; in fact Amanda was quite pleased with her new assets. The creamy mounds made a nice warm tunnel for Randall’s hot throbbing cock. The increased size of her globes had the added bonus that each time Randall rocked his hips back and forth her nipples brushed against his warm skin. “That is good…” Amanda moaned as the two pink tips became darker, larger and ached to join the party.

“You bet it is fucking good…” Randall panted as his eyes half closed and his piston increased its up thrusts. The purple, enlarged, soft-textured head was brushing Amanda’s lips each time, her tongue swirled round it, trying to draw it into her mouth between giggles.

Randall shifted his hands higher and the next push up between Amanda’s rosy tipped mounds placed the head of his cock within Amanda’s lips. She latched onto it, Randall, let out a yell and pushed deeper, then slipped out, reentered, expanded, filling Amanda’s rosebud mouth, then Randall shuddered from head to toe as the volcano in the “boys” exploded.

He pressed his lips to Amanda’s near white head of curls as his seed spurted out, coating her teeth, lips and tongue, gushing down her chin and dribbling in droplets down her frontage.

“I think it’s snowing.” Amanda said. Randall looked at her then burst out laughing as he kissed her forehead, his left hand hunting for the box of tissues he knew was lurking somewhere.

“No need, hot towel?” Amanda said and lifted a warm, slightly damp, fluffy length of fabric off the seat beside her.

“Errrrr.. yes… thank you…” Randall mumbled in a very satisfied voice as he took the towel and cleaned himself then began to rub down Amanda’s neck, chin and chest.

“Nice,” she whispered handing him another warm towel.

“You like?” Randall asked with a chuckle as he rubbed the warm cloth round her white globes.

“You bet. Oh er……” Amanda added as Randall pinched her nipples, making them stand to attention and push through the fabric.

A knock on the glass of the window and a loud cough, brought Amanda’s head round but not her attention from the attention Randall was lavishing on her breasts.

“Sorry to interrupt…” The Angel said.

“No you are not…” Amanda hissed out of the corner of her mouth.

“No I am not.. the mission, if you don’t get a move on you will miss the ones you need to see.” The Angel said as it faded with a large grin on its face.

“Bugger… can I take a rain check…?” Amanda said wriggling from under Randall’s hands.

“You giving me the….” Randall said his voice echoing his confusion.

“Never…” Amanda cried and kissed him hard on the mouth. “Just got something to do in the mission first.”

“Ok…” Randall sighed and began to shuffle off, only he didn’t. he blinked and found himself dressed, his coat pulled tightly round him. Amanda dressed beside him and both of them standing in the door way of Harbor Light Rescue Mission.

The smell of hot soup wafted out, blending with the scent of gloom that seemed to hang in the air of the large place.

Amanda’s hand reached out and took Randall’s and she sniffed. He squeezed her hand and allowed her to lead him down the passage to the main room.

Here tables were littered with the remains of the evening meal. The Christmas tree in the corner looked a little sorry for itself and the lady behind the counter at the far end looked very harassed. Amanda didn’t head towards her, but to a young couple sitting in the corner, two small children between them. Randall frowned looking hard at Amanda.

“I can’t help them all, some are beyond it. Mary,” Amanda’s head tilted to the woman behind the counter, now serving a man with coffee and sandwiches. “Has enough money to keep this place afloat, a trust fund. No problems there, just one or two who have inched themselves up a bit I can give a bit more of a lift.”

“Hello Russ,” Amanda addressed the man. He looked up from the newspaper he was studying, his hand tightening round his son by his side.

“You know me?”

“Sort of… you are looking for a flat aren’t you? Mary said" Amanda glanced in the direction of the woman behind the counter.

Russ laughed, bitterly. “Yes… I have managed to get a job, not a bad one,” Russ looks at his wife, “In fact far better than I hoped for, start the 6th January, I need an address, we need a roof over our head. I lied saying we were staying with my parents; employers don’t like their employees living in Shelters. But everything in here is way beyond…”

“You have somewhere?” Russ wife asks, almost pleading.

“Yes… a flat under an office building, won’t be vacated until the 6th though, no rent to pay for the first six months, but it needs a hell of a lot of work on it. Oh it’s dry, livable, but needs as I said work.”

Amanda produced a sheaf of papers and some keys and placed them down. The address on the top read. 3457 a Broad Crown Street. As Russ turned to thank her she was no longer there, she and Randall were back at the door on the outside looking across at his car.

“You are a strange lady.” Randall said softly and put his arms round her, then he squeezed her, yelling. “My bloody car….”

Amanda looked over in the direction of the BMW where it stood minus its tyres on four piles of bricks…

 

[Miltone]

Randy

His first reaction was to shout and grow angry. But as he felt his blood pressure peak, the little woman beside him squeezed his hand tightly and smiled. Damn! She was always so bloody cheerful!

“Don’t worry, Randall,” she said in her happy high-pitched voice. “It’s only a car, something that can be replaced. Not like a life.”

He wasn’t sure what came over him, a strange feeling indeed, but Randy realized that she was exactly correct. Sure it was his pride and joy, a symbol of his success in business, but ultimately it was only a thing. The dings and dents and scratches could be fixed, the wheels and tyres could be replaced. Hell, the whole bloody thing could be replaced.

But saving his Bimmer was nothing compared to what she was doing, saving people’s lives. She had even maybe saved his life in a way, making him see his employees in a different light, making him realize that there were other people in the world living their lives however they chose regardless of what he thought or felt, making feel that the things in his life weren’t as precious as the people. He looked again at his auto and shrugged.

“You aren’t mad?” she asked, still squeezing his hand.

“Nah,” Randy answered.

“You sure? No high blood pressure?”

“Nope.”

“No fits of screaming and yelling?”

“What the hell, it’s only a car and it is fully insured,” he added.

“Good,” she said letting go of his hand and slipping her hand up around his arm. “Now let’s go catch a cab, we have something important to do.”

“So what’s next? Fetching a lost kitten from a high tree limb? Roadside CPR on an accident victim?”

“Are you laughing at me?” she asked. “Seriously, you aren’t, right?”

“Far from it,” he chuckled. “I’ve given up trying to figure out just who you are and what you are up to. Now I’m just curious about what other task you have in store for me.”

“Well, we are off to make a Christmas wish come true,” she said. “Now get a cab, won’t you?”

Randy waved at a passing taxi. Normally they would fly past but he was surprised to see it brake to a screeching stop.

“Where are you very much of wanting to go?” asked the Eastern Indian driver.

“We are off to the Oak Leaf Shopping Centre,” she said cheerfully.

“Oh, yes, yes. I will be very much of taking you there quickly. Yes, yes,” the driver answered and floored the accelerator, propelling the rear seat passengers against the seat back. They both laughed and arranged themselves. Randy’s arm found its way around her shoulders and pulled her close to him.

“And what are we going to do at the shopping centre?” he asked.

“Warm up your plastic,” she said.

“Huh?”

“Exercise your charges.”

“What?”

“Put the hurt on your credit cards,” she giggled.

‘Oh.” Randy looked at her for a moment, expecting to feel at least a small sense of outrage, but no feeling of the sort arose. Instead he felt happy inside, that he might be doing something good for a change this evening instead of looking over his executive reports and grumbling about lazy employees.

As the woman nestled closer to him, he noticed that somehow her attire had changed, and so had his. For a moment he checked himself over. He was wearing a suit and finely tailored shirt and silk tie, and an overcoat of cashmere. He looked at her. She was wearing a dress, very chic and elegant, with silk hose and heels, topped off by a lovely fur coat and supple Italian leather gloves. She must have noticed his look, and smiled, patting him on the cheek.

“Oak Leaf is rather toney,” she giggled. “We might as well look the part don’t you think?”

They pulled up at the Centre and Randy held the door for her. She smiled perhaps noting the appreciation that he showed her legs. He took her arm and they strolled into the shopping centre.

“So what’s first?” he asked.

“I have a list,” she said reaching into her coat pocket and pulling out a long strip of paper. “We are shopping for a family of seven, mother and father, a grandmother, and four children, ages three to twelve.”

“Oh, is that all?” he laughed. He should have been mad. Any other time he might have been outraged. But tonight he felt … he felt … he felt happy … yes, somehow he felt happy about shopping for a family of strangers.

They needed shoes and clothes and toys for the children, a warm coat for the mother and grandmother, an electronics tool kit for the father. And the little woman was persistent, crossing off each item as they went from store to store, calling out sizes and colours and letting Randy carry the items and pay for them. And Randy didn’t even bother adding up the totals, he just signed the receipts and wished every clerk a Merry Christmas. In fact he even tossed in a few items that weren’t on the list. While they left their packages with the Girl Scout volunteers for gift-wrapping, the two of them had a seat at the pub and enjoyed a light supper.

“This is fun,” Randy admitted as he sipped his beer and lined up another bite of his hamburger. “I haven’t been shopping like this since I was married. I didn’t realize how much I missed it.”

“I’m glad,” she answered. “You’ve been such a good sport about all this.”

“Well, you do have your ways of encouraging that sort of behaviour,” he said, jumping just a bit as her hand slipped over to stroke his thigh.

“He he he,” she giggled, digging her finger nails into the flesh of his leg and raking them upward until her fingers brushed against his boys. “And you have made that part very entertaining!”

After eating and gathering up their purchases they went outside to call for a cab only to find the very same one waiting for them. The driver helped them load the brightly wrapped presents into the trunk. “Of where you very, very much wish to go now?” he asked as they climbed back into his cab.

“The grocery on Columbia Park,” she said. “And take your time … we’re in no hurry.”

“We aren’t?” Randy said quizzically, knowing that the market was clear across town.

“I think we deserve a little reward for being so thoughtful tonight,” she said, snuggling up close to Randy.

“Oh really?” he said, feeling her rub up against him, her hand massaging the bulge in his trousers. He slipped his hand up along her leg and guided it along the silk stocking up under the skirt of her dress. He let his hand graze over the warm satiny fabric that he found covering her pussy. “I think you deserve the biggest reward of all.”

Randy was so caught up in the moment that he scarcely remembered that they were in the back seat of a cab. The little woman shivered as his hand delved inside her panties and brushed against her moist sex. His lips kissed her neck and chest and pushed lower between her luscious breasts.

“Oh, thank you Randall!” she sighed as his hands explored her body, one fondling her bountiful breast through the sleek fabric of her dress, while the other pressed up inside her damp slit. “That feels … oh, yes … wonderful!

 

[Why]

Amanda

“That feels… oh, yes…wonderful" As she spoke Amanda caught the eye of the Cab driver in his mirror

“Albert” winked and said “Oh yes, very good, be back for you in a while.” As the words left his mouth the back seat of the cab faded, blended into a mound of silk cushions, on a marble floor. The sound of water lapping and gurgling in a nearby fountain filled the air, as did the heavy sent of jasmine.

“What the…??” Randall muttered against Amanda’s neck.

“Just a pinch of Indian spices to go with the Christmas magic.” Amanda chuckled and covered his hand that was on her breast with her own. There was no longer any clothes between them, only a length of sheer silk and both were naked as the day they had been born.

The marbled room was warm and so was Amanda as Randall’s other hand continued to work inside her damp slit making it damper and more inviting. Randall played with her nipples below the smooth silk teasing them, then lowered his mouth, the effect of his warm damp kiss through the silk was electric and Amanda whooped as the kisses increased in tempo with his fingers playing with her clit.

Then the cushions under them began rearrange themselves. Amanda felt her bottom going down and her legs up, spreading as they did so until they were on Randall’s shoulders, he had slipped down his lips leaving a wet trail down the silk.

“This is getting too…” Randall began and tried to move, but the cushions kept pushing his mouth closer to Amanda’s warm pussy. “Oh what the hell, when in Rome.” Randall laughed and kissed her roundly on her downy mons.

“When in India actually” Amanda giggled. “They are Kama Sutra cushions you know”

“Are they,” Randall’s muffled answer came, as he explored yet again the soft fleshy expanse before him, licking, probing. Amanda grabbed his head and pushed him closer feeling the rasp of his beard on her silky opening.

Over what seemed like a two hours Randal and Amanda wallowed in the cushions, trying out widely opened, position of the wife of India and the variant yawning to name but a few.
As they lay panting in each others arms, Amanda sitting on Randall’s knee, lowering herself onto Randall’s stiff, slick cock for the sixth time “Albert” announced. “Grocery on Columbia Park”

“Whoa.” Randall exclaimed as Amanda plunged down, pushing him deep into the back seat of the cab. Randall thrust up to meet her and Amanda squirmed, her fingers joining Randall’s rubbing her clit and teasing the base of his cock.

“Once more round the block” Albert…” Amanda ordered

“Been round three times, but oh well.” Albert replied as again the two were alone on the cushions. Randall grinned at her and suckled her right breast. Amanda started to rock, pounding away, “Yes…. Oh… what a Christmas present!!” She screamed as she came in time with Randall.

Then in a blink of an eye they were standing before the grocery, two large trolleys of shopping waiting to be loaded in the cab.
“I thought?” Randall scratched his head.

“We did, or rather I phoned an order in. I can't stand grocery shopping, comparing the price of a tin of beans with another chain does nothing for me” Amanda patted the mobile cell phone in her hand and winked at Randall. “Now to get these things delivered, they will be pleased to see us.”

 

[Miltone]

Randy

“I certainly hope so.” Randy replied. “I’m excited to see what they think when they find out what we’re bringing.”

“Don’t know about them,” the little woman said, brushing her hand discreetly against the lump in his trousers. “But I for one certainly enjoy your holiday excitement.” She gave his cock a little squeeze and then moved toward the groceries.

Albert came around and helped them load the groceries into the trunk. The bags were filled with fresh meat and vegetables and canned goods of all kinds, certainly enough for a holiday feast for a large family.

“So what else do we know about these folks?” Randy asked as they loaded the last of the groceries into the taxi. “Besides that they are needy.”

“Such a terrible story really,” the woman replied. Randy held the door for her as she climbed back into the cab. The father is such a hard working man until about a year ago when he was injured on the job. Disability insurance only covers so much and while he recuperates the rest of the family has had to go to work just to keep the roof over their heads. The children have worn out their shoes delivering newspapers and can’t attend school barefoot, while the mother toils 12 hours a day at the local Qwicky Mart serving up colas and lattes.”

“How sad,” Randy said, but his face felt bright with the joy of being able to help. As they passed a lot filled with lovely Christmas trees, he called out to Albert, “Pull over up here will you?”

He rambled out of the cab and walked briskly through the lot until he found the most perfect tree there. Digging into his pocket Randy pulled out some bills and paid the lot owner, brushing off his attempt to give him change back. Randy picked up the tree and lugged it toward the waiting cab. Randy paused for a moment, turned and called back to the attendant, “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas to you too!” rang out the reply.

Randy chuckled to himself and carried the tree back to the cab. Albert helped him lash it to the roof.

“Now I can see you have the spirit,” the little woman said as Randy rejoined her in the back seat of the cab.

“Yes, I do,” he answered. “Thanks to you.”

He gave her a light sweet kiss. Then another. And another, this time a little longer and deeper and lot wetter. He felt her murmur in response and kissed her more intently.

“Ahem,” coughed Albert. “Where to ma’am?”

“Oh yes, quite right,” she giggled, pushing away from Randy for a moment. “Fifty-nine fifty-nine Ashbury Park.”

“And shall I take the um, long way this time, ma’am?” the cabbie asked.

“No I don’t think that will be necessary this time,” she replied.

Randy had kept his face near her neck, kissing and licking the soft skin that lie there. His hand continued to explore her silky thighs and the warmth moist spot between them.

“Oh my, Randall Parker,” she moaned deeply. “You are getting into the Christmas Spirit.”

“You just bring it out of me,” he growled as his fingers slipped again inside her panties and rubbed against the hard little nubbin of her clit. “Oh, yes you do!”

He rubbed and twiddled and massaged and caressed her in every way possible while he kissed her neck and cheek and lips endlessly. She ground herself against him, then clamped her thighs together and then cried out loudly in his ear. This was repeated a few more times until finally Albert announced they had arrived at the address she had given him.

“That is unless we need to go around the park once more,” Albert chuckled.

“Oh, dear no,” she laughed. “I need to get out and give myself a breather.”

She took a couple of the packages from the trunk and Randy unloaded the Christmas tree from the roof of the cab. They stood at the doorway and rang the bell. The door opened and a tall slender weary looking woman wearing an apron looked out, wiping her hands. Some strands of her dark hair fell across her forehead.

“Yes?” the woman said, looking at the two smiling strangers standing before her.

“Mrs. Doberson? Mrs. Reginald Doberson?” the little woman beside Randy asked.

“Yes,” the woman said, brushing the hair from her eyes.

“We received your name from Social Services and have come to bring Christmas to your house.”

The woman looked out toward the cab where Albert was starting to unload the packages and groceries from the trunk.

“We already have Christmas here,” she said and began to close the door.

“But wait,” Randy said. “We’re just trying to lend a helping hand in this time, to make sure that no kids, no families go without a Christmas.”

“Well, we don’t take any charity in this house,” the woman said proudly and pushed the door to close it. Randy stuck out his foot to keep the door open.

“Ma’am … Mrs. Doberson, this isn’t charity,” he said. “Don’t look on this as something for which you have to feel obligated. There are some generous people in the city who want to share the joy of the season by helping brighten the lives of some deserving folk.”

“And that would be you, I suppose,” the woman said.

Randy looked at the little woman beside him and then back to the lady at the door. “No ma’am,” he lied. “These are just contributions from the community. Please accept this as a small gesture of their support in you time of need.”

“Who is it?” boomed a deep voice from inside the house.

“Just some do-gooders,” she said turning her face in the direction of the voice. “Trying to pass off some charity to salve their greedy conscious’s.”

The door widened and a large man appeared beside her.

“Sorry, we don’t take handouts from strangers,” said the man looking the little woman outside and Randy over suspiciously. Randy looked at the little woman who simply shrugged her shoulders. Randy became more determined not to be turned away. He had caught the Christmas Spirit and dammit all, was not going to take “no” for an answer.

“We know how you must feel,” Randy said. “But think of your children and your mother. Wouldn’t it be nice to feed them a nice fat goose for Christmas and some shoes to put on their feet so that they can go to school? All we wish is to make your situation a little brighter, for your children if not for you.”

The man looked at Randy closely. “Do I know you?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t think so,” Randy replied. Then he looked closer. The man did look familiar.

“Say, I know you,” the man answered. “You run that computer company over on the west side where I used to deliver office supplies, well, before I got hurt and all.”

Suddenly Randy remembered him. He had seen the man making deliveries occasionally. “Yes, that’s right. And you used to work for Office Warehouse Supply.”

“Did till my back went out,” the man said sadly.

“Well, then,” the little woman piped up. “Since you aren’t strangers then, perhaps you can accept this from a friend?”

The man looked at her severely. Then he began to smile.

“Oh, what the hell is wrong with my manners,” he said. His wife looked up at him suspiciously. “Come on in!” He held the door open and they entered the flat. It was an older place with small but tidy rooms. Two children sat the kitchen table doing homework. An older woman sat in a rocking chair knitting.

“Children, come help,” said the woman.

The kids got up quickly from the table and came to the door to help unloading the packages. Randy took one look at the tattered shoes on their feet and said, “Wait.” He rummaged through the shopping bags until he found the shoeboxes. “Here, put these on,” he said, handing each child a box. They opened them gleefully and held up their new shoes.

“Look, mother!” exclaimed the girl. “Look!”

“Me too!” said the boy.

After they had put on their new shoes, it didn’t take long for the lot of them to unload the car. As the packages began to fill the living room, the wife began to cry.

“I’m sorry, but this is so much,” she sobbed. “I can’t remember when we had a goose to roast.”

The little woman embraced her for a few moments and then they set to putting away the rest of the groceries. Meanwhile Randy and the husband managed to set up the Christmas tree in an old stand that the children brought out from storage. The grandmother helped find the ornaments and she and the children began to decorate the tree.

“You must stay for dinner,” the man said as he and Randy stood back to watch as the children danced around hanging ornaments on the tree.

And they did stay for a modest but delicious home cooked meal, even Albert the cab driver. Randy couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten like this. He smiled hearing stories from the children. If he hadn’t known their plight, he never would have guessed their situation from their lively spirits. He especially enjoyed watching them gather around the tree after dinner, counting the brightly coloured presents with their names on them. He had missed that most about being without his children.

“Thank you ever so much,” said the housewife.

“You are so very welcome,” said the little woman as she embraced her.

“Hope to see you back to work soon,” Randy said to the father as they shook hands.

“If they’ll have me back,” the man replied.

“If they don’t,” Randy offered, “Come see me. We can always use a hard working man.”

It was getting late by the time they were back in the cab and on their way.

“Where to now?” Albert asked.

“The Carleton Towers,” Randy said with a laugh. “And this time, step on it!”

“Yes sir!” Albert answered.

Within minutes they were standing at the curb, bidding Albert a good night and thanking him for his services. Albert wouldn’t accept any payment for the extra time he had put in.

“Just wanted to very much catch a little Christmas spirit, yes, yes,” he replied.

Randy took the little woman’s hand as they strolled through the ornate lobby of his building. He pulled her close as they rode the elevator to his penthouse, nuzzling close to her neck for a kiss. Once inside, he took her coat and showed her the view from his balcony. The glittering holiday lights could be seen flickering throughout the city. As he took her into his arms, she looked up at him.

“You have a nice smile,” she said. “You should use it more often.”

“Thank you for helping me find it again,” Randy replied. When he tried to kiss her, she held him away.

“Maybe I should slip into something more comfortable,” she said coyly, but with a sexy grin.

“Seeing some of your other costume changes, I cannot wait,” Randy said. He watched the sway of her ass as she sauntered into the bathroom. Damn, it felt good to have a little holiday spirit in his heart! He wondered where it had been all these years. He poured a couple glasses of brandy and looked out at the night sky. The spire on the Somerset Plaza a block away was festooned like a Christmas tree. The electric company had made over their sign, changing the letter “O” in to a holiday wreath and the letter “I” into a candle. As he waited for the little woman to reappear, Randy took a deep breath and felt something inside. He felt … happy.

 

[Why]

Amanda stood in the bedroom; she could not make up her mind. Her costume flickered from something peach coloured, long, silky which clung where it touched with no underwear on underneath. Too all underwear, a lace thong more air than fabric with a matching halter neck bra, which barely covered her nipples, both in Christmas red and white. To this were added garters and red fish nets.

Then it was trousers and a roll neck sweater.

“Huh?” Amanda exclaimed.

The angel behind her coughed. “Time is running short…” He said.

“Yes I know, but things are going well,”

“Very well, but you need to look up on the roof.” The angel said.

“Of this place?” Amanda looked up. “No, not a jumper?”

The angel nodded and added “A Mr Jones. There is also the matter of Randall.”

“Randall is fine, he has the Christmas spirit.” Amanda said grinning from ear to ear, then she frowned as she noticed the boots on her feet, the climbing harness round her and the length of rope that seemed to be snaking out in mid air.

“No Randall has you…” The angel began, then sighed and looked up, then sideways, then down.

“Shite, Mr Jones hasn’t jumped already?” Amanda hissed.

“Yes and he is changing his mind as he goes down, thankfully; if he hadn’t we couldn’t act.” The angel said as Amanda found herself plunging down on the outside of the building. Her hair flew backwards as her hands reached for the screaming body now a few inches below her. Amanda’s fingers closed on the man’s jacket, a harness appeared round him and the clip that was now in her hand snapped tight. Mr Jones had stopped screaming and had blacked out.

“Don’t jolt meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.” But the Angel did, as both Amanda and the jumper now reached the bottom of the rope and jerked around for a second then bounced back up. “Is he sooooooooooooo immmmmmmportantttttttttttt” The words shuddered out of Amanda as they sped back up.

“Yes,” The angel said as he floated along side. “Mr Jones is very important, but he must make his own mind up about things. Just leave him on the roof, he will come too in a bit and be fine, well not fine, but he won’t jump again…

“Won’t he…” Amanda huffed as she and the dangling Mr Jones surged over the edge of the flat roof and rolled across just missing the air conditioning exhaust.

“Yes he won’t” The angel replied, “Now back to Randall…”

“Yes please.” Amanda said as she unclipped her harness from Mr Jones and found herself in the bedroom again, wearing something long soft, white and nearly see through, her skin painted with gold swirls of body paint and her hair twisted with gold cord. “Not bad” Amanda said.

“Class,” the angel winked and added “ Randall??”

“Look, you are worrying over nothing; he won’t remember me once the holiday is over. I will be a dream.” Amanda sighed she hated this part and Randall was the best “friend/working partner/lay” she had ever had. “All he will remember is the ‘Christmas spirit’.”

“Sure of that are we?” The angel said as he faded away…

Amanda straightened her shoulders and walked back into lounge saying, “One of those brandies for me.”

“Of course,” Randall answered as his eyes ran over her. “Was wondering where you got too?”

“Oh I was just hanging around a bit… seeing the sights” Amanda answered as she sipped her brandy.

 

[Miltone]

Randy

“So I can see,” Randy replied, letting his gaze rise and fall the length of her body. She was wearing a long white filmy gown and underneath her naked body seemed to shimmer like fine gold. “You are quite a lovely sight yourself … almost like an ornament for the tree … or a pretty little Christmas present.” He stepped up next to her and raised his hand to her hair, fingering the gold braid woven through her light curls, pulling it back from her pretty face. He had lit the fireplace and it was spreading a warm rosy glow throughout the apartment, catching glittering little traces of gold in her hair.

”And you are looking rather handsome yourself,” she replied, her hand brushing over the soft sleek silken fabric of his robe. “Black is a good colour on you,” she went on, her palm slowly stroking his chest. “Very masculine … very strong … very sexy …”

Randy let his hand fall from her hair brushing down past her cheek to her shoulder. Spreading his hand flat, he drew it down over her chest, feeling the warm flesh of her breast fill his palm and the hardening nipple press into his skin. She arched her back and leaned up against him, her hand working up his chest and around to the back of his neck, pulling his face toward hers for a kiss. As he bent down to accept her kiss, Randy lowered his hands to her waist, pulling her hips forward so that their bellies were touching. Her mouth was warm and delicious and the feel of her tongue prying his lips apart brought a moan to his mouth.

“Mmm, you are the sexy one, little Miss … Miss … Miss Christmas Person,” he said.

She looked up at him with a puzzled smile on her face.

“You don’t know my name do you?” she said.

“Actually no,” he replied somewhat sheepishly, though his hands had slipped down from her waist and were now caressing the firm cheeks of her ass. “I’m not sure about a lot of things with you.”

“I thought I had introduced … but then, you have been very preoccupied and distracted the past day or so,” she said with a giggle.

“And just who is responsible for that, may I ask?” he said, giving her ass a nice gentle squeeze.

“Well, it wouldn’t be me now would it?” she giggled. She locked her hands together behind his neck and let her arms fall heavily against his chest. “And my name is Amanda, by the way.”

“Pretty name, Amanda,” he said and then repeated it. “Amanda … Amanda … Amanda … sweet and a little old fashioned.”

“Thank you,” she said, then rocked up onto her toes to kiss him again, pressing her soft wet lips against his. Randy could feel the heat from her kiss flow into his body. He returned her kiss fervently, pulling her body tightly against him, his hands moving up to her back. His hands swept up and down her back, feeling the soft skin and gentle swell of every curve and valley underneath the sheer fabric of her gossamer gown.

“I will never forget you, Amanda,” he said as they broke their passionate kiss and struggled for air. “I will always remember what you have done for me the past few days.”

“Oh really?” she said, leaning back away from him. “This from a man who hardly knows me, who didn’t even ask for my name.”

“Well, there were circumstances, and things happening, strange things, wonderful things,” Randy said, holding onto her, keeping her close to him. “Things that opened my eyes up to a different kind of world.”

“There is an explanation,” Amanda started to say, but Randy kissed her again impulsively, ardently. “Or not,” she said out of breath as his kisses shifted to her cheek and her neck and his tongue flirted with her ear. “So um, Randall?”

“Yes,” he murmured as he buried his face in her light curls and then kissed his way out along her shoulder.

“Since I’m all done up like a Christmas present,” she said, letting her head fall backward as Randy trailed his kisses across the front of her neck and up near to her other ear.

“Uh-huh,” Randy murmured as he nibbled on her ear.

“Wouldn’t you like to unwrap me?”

Randy paused as his lips were brushing along the ridge of her shoulder.

“Hmm, now that is a thought,” Randy said with a grin. “It’s been so long since I’ve gotten such a pretty present for Christmas, I’m not sure I remember how to do it.”

“You seem to have remembered everything else pretty well after a long layoff,” Amanda giggled and stepped back from him. She held her arms out to her sides and slowly turned. Randy picked up his brandy and sipped, savouring the warmth of the liquor and the sight of the twirling little woman before him. When she was facing him fully again, she moved up close to him.

“When it comes time to unwrap a Christmas present, I like to take my time,” Randy remarked. “You know, feel it and shake it a little just to see if I can guess what’s inside.”

“But you already know what’s inside this one,” she giggled, “Or don’t you remember that too?”

“Let’s see,” he said, placing his hands on her shoulders. “Very warm and soft … I think I remember a little.” His hands drifted down over her breasts, fingering the erect nipples that were protruding into the filmy material of her gown. “And these I definitely recall.”

“Then you aren’t a complete lost case,” she giggled, and then moaned as Randy squeezed and pulled on her taut nipples. “Oh, not at all!”

“And this … and this … and these … oh, and absolutely this I remember,” he said as his hands toured her waist, belly, ass, and finally came to rest on her warm moist pussy.

“So then about the wrapping?” Amanda said, raising her arms straight up over her head.

“Take my time, remember?” he said, grasping at the filmy fabric of her gown and slowly raising it up over her body. He marvelled at the swirls of sparkling gold paint that were decorating her body. Gradually he brought the gown up, revealing her legs and hips, her tummy and breasts, until he pulled the gown over her head and she stood before him a golden sexy treasure.

“So what have you brought me for Christmas?” she asked as she slipped up to him, and eased her hand inside the lapel of his robe. “Something edible?” Her hand moved downward along his robe, parting the black silk as it went until it was open to the waist and her hand was resting at the waistband of a pair of black silk boxers. “Or is it just a big surprise?”

“Don’t know about the surprise part,” he chuckled. “But it is big,” he said and then groaned as her hand suddenly darted down inside his shorts and grasped his growing cock. “And getting bigger all the time.”

Amanda took hold of his thickening cock and pulled him with her toward the couch.

“You like to take you time opening presents,” she giggled. “I’m different. I can’t wait to see what’s inside so I tend to go a little crazy.” No sooner were the words out of her mouth then she grabbed his boxers and ripped them from his body. Amanda laughed heartily.

Randy gasped from surprise and was about to express his anger at seeing his favourite pair torn apart, but when her fingers curled around his throbbing member, he simply moaned and exclaimed, “Damn! Merry Christmas, Baby!”

 

[Why]

Amanda

Too true Amanda thought as she stepped back again with her “prize”. Her legs hit the front of the couch and she over balanced, dragging Randall by his cock with her. They landed in a heap of arms and legs on the plush leather, giggling. Amanda’s small hand still wrapped round the base of Randall’s cock.

Amanda exclaimed between gasps of laughter. “Oh dear…. Sorry… did I hurt you??”

“No…” Randall said laughing as he nuzzled between her breasts, his cock slipping from her grasp and rubbing against her left thigh. Amanda groaned and heard Christmas bells as Randall’s tongue trailed a wet path round both her nipples, making them as hard as coins. The pink flesh was so taut that when Randall took first one then the other in his mouth, it was both pleasure and pain.

“You taste of candy,” Randall mumoured as his kisses made there way to her belly button, where he blew softly, making her giggle again.

“Do I? Would you believe it?” Amanda answered running her arms down Randall’s back, the gold body paint leaving smears on the black silk of his robe. Randall was now kissing the soft white curls on Amanda’s mons, his fingers parting the hair, opening her slick, pink pussy ready for him to kiss inside.

Amanda arched her back, biting her lip as Randall tweaked her clit, making her shudder and cry out. He laughed and pushed his mouth into her soft flesh, his tongue flicking round, inching down. Amanda widened her legs, bringing them up, and round his shoulders, clenching her hands on Randall’s head as she ground herself against him.

Then suddenly Randall pulled away, letting the chill air of the room touch Amanda’s flesh. She frowned and began to shiver, then she smiled as Randall, moved up her body, offering the taut purple head of his cock to her lips.

She took it, allowing her tongue to slip forward, damping the length as the head of his cock pushed first against one side of her mouth, then the other as she rolled it round her mouth like a candy cane sweet. Amanda sucked and slurped, taking more of Randall’s thick length, till her small mouth bulged with him.

“Oh fuck…. Yes… in….there… that’s it.” Randall bellowed as Amanda’s tongue explored the opening in the head of Randall’s cock, running down the smooth surface to the ridge circling it. All this time Randall’s fingers had kept rubbing at Amanda’s clit, twisting it before plunging up to the palm in her clenching pussy. Amanda’s breath was harsh, rasping as she forced her body up, riding the Randall’s fingers.

Again the cold air hit her as Randall, pulled his cock out of her mouth and encouraged her to turn over. This Amanda did, her arms and chest down, her small pert bum waggling at Randall as he took aim and plunged himself up to the hilt into her.

“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Amanda screamed as Randall thrust again. She pushed herself up on her arms, her firm rosy tipped breasts wobbling as Randall leant forward and caught them.

The moment Randall pinched both, it see a match to the blue touch paper, Amanda felt her stomach roll, her muscles clench and un clench, milking Randall’s cock, pulling him deeper and deeper. “More… Harder… More… “She screamed. Randall whooped and obliged and Amanda swore the Christmas lights on the building opposite exploded.

For a few moments Amanda was lost in the tangled glory of her orgasm. She gained her senses to find that somehow they both had shifted; they were now lying in the middle of Randall’s king-sized bed. Randall was spooned against her back, his cock still semi hard lying against her bottom. His arm draped over her and his lips on her neck. Randall gave a contented sigh and Amanda knew he was drifting off to sleep.

Amanda lay there till she was sure he was asleep, then tiptoed to the shower. She stood there under the hot water, watching the gold body paint being sluiced off her and run round and round and vanished Gone, discarded, just like any other piece of Christmas wrapping paper.

“Oh pooh…” Amanda sniffed and a small tear formed in the corner of her eye.

“Time you got him back to “real time”” The angel said softly from behind the steam covered frosted glass.

“It’s not over yet, it can’t be.” Amanda sniffed again.

“Real time, real world Amanda…” The Angel ordered.