My First Time as an Elf with Santa: Heart-Pounding Cashier Hookup
His apartment door swung open at 7 PM sharp. Heart slamming against my ribs. Elf costume hugged tight—green boots, red-green striped stockings, tiny skirt barely covering my ass, pointy hat flopping. I’d blurted about it during breaks at the checkout. Stupid move. But his green eyes sparkled through the Santa beard all season. Current passed instantly. Now here, knocking on Christmas Eve eve. Nervous sweat mixing with excitement. What if he’s creepy under the padding? Too late. Pulse thundering. No backing out.
He stood there, fresh from shower. Water droplets tracing his lean, muscled chest. Towel low on hips. Face like a prince—sharp jaw, those piercing greens. Coup de foudre. My breath caught. He scanned me top to bottom, towel tenting hard. No words needed. ‘Come to the bedroom while I dress,’ he growled. Legs jelly, I followed. Door barely shut, he pinned me to the wall. Mouth crashing hungry. Feral kisses. Hand diving under skirt. Fingers finding my soaked panties. Already drenched from the wait. Pulled them aside. Teasing lips, circling clit. Gasps escaping. Body melting. One finger in, then two. Pumping slow. Other hand kneading tit through fabric. I surrendered. Heart exploding. This stranger owned me.
The Approach: Trembling Anticipation
Wanted his cock. Reached down—blocked. Spun me face-wall. Towel dropped. Condom snapped on. One brutal thrust. Filled me deep. Cried out. No warm-up. Fast, hard slams. Pinned tight. Cambre as much as could. Walls shaking. Stopped only when I begged. Led to bed edge. Legs hoisted high, like I’d seen Khadija once. Resumed pounding. Heat building under clothes. He yanked top down. Nipples free, bouncing. Mirrors everywhere. Watched us—me spread, taking it animal. His eyes devouring angles. Pure sex. Knew every spot. Made me cum shattering. Waves crashing. Never this raw.
The Instant: Raw Explosion
My turn. Pushed him back. Straddled. Teased head on slick folds. Sank slow. Inch by thick inch. Gasped at stretch. Rocked gentle first. Built speed. Hands roaming—ass, tits, everywhere. He gripped hips. Thrust up savage. Deeper. Felt him swell. Close. Lifted off. Peeled condom. Dropped low. Sucked greedy. Tongue swirling. Balls cupped, squeezed. Hand guiding head. Groaned deep. Exploded. Hot jets painting face, filling mouth. Swallowed what I could. Powerful spurts. Body quaking. Better than David. Way better.
Collapsed beside. Cleaned up light. Belly full later. Curled in arms. Slept sound. Woke changed. Innocence? Gone. Opened to real fire. Told Khadija, Joël next day. Proud grins. Year’s passed. Still with him. Cashier gig? Best mistake ever.
