Christmas
wishes can come true
Opening my eyes I
eased myself out of bed and headed, still half asleep, in to my
en-suite bathroom. Turning on the shower I waited for it to reach the
perfect temperature, and stepped under the jets. Giving my body a
good soaping I let the water clear away the suds, stepped out and
wrapped a towel around my waist, even though I knew I was alone.
Turning to the
mirror above the basin I wiped it clear of the shower's steam, and
quickly shaved before drying myself and throwing the towel in to the
wash basket. Grabbing the black dressing gown from the back of the
door I slipped it on, walked back in to my room and headed toward the
window.
For a few seconds I
was in a state of shock, until my radio came on and the first voice I
heard was the announcer wishing all her listeners a very happy
Christmas Day. Sitting back on the bed I couldn't believe I had
forgotten what day it was, then realized the reason I didn't remember
was because, with no-one to share the day with, to me it was just
another day, albeit one when I didn't have to drag my ass across town
for work.
Still
I couldn't very well spend the whole day moping around my bedroom so
decided to make my way downstairs, get some breakfast and see if I
could find anything to watch on TV, which didn't feature Christmas.
Throwing my duvet
back on to the bed I fastened my dressing gown, slipped my mobile
phone in to one of the pockets and left my room. As I began to head
down the stairs I was shocked when the handset began to ring in my
pocket. Surprised, as the phone was only for work and all work was
finished until the New Year, I took the handset from my pocket and
stared down at the screen.
Two words, UNKNOWN
NUMBER, flashed across the screen. Lifting the phone to my ear I
pressed the answer button. At first all I could hear was a buzzing
and was about to hang up, and curse whoever it was for making a crank
call on Christmas Day, when a deep male voice suddenly spoke.
“Happy Christmas,
Matt,” the voice on the other end said.
Before I could reply
the line went dead, the voice replaced by the same buzzing when I
first answered. Staring at the handset for a few seconds, bewildered
at the caller and message, I finally slipped the handset back in to
my pocket, reached for the living room door handle and pressed it
down. Pushing the door open I walked in, and froze.
Perched on the back
of my leather sofa, dressed in a skimpy Christmas mini skirt, bra
top, Santa hat and red stilettos was the most beautiful woman I had
ever seen.
“Merry Christmas,
Matt,” she whispered seductively, as she hitched her skirt a little
higher.
“Who the fuck are
y...”
Before I could
finish my phone rang once more. Snatching the handset from my pocket
I quickly answered it.
“Who the fuck's
this?” I bellowed, my eyes never leaving the woman.
“Just a friend.
How do you like your present?”
“What do you
mean?”
“Your present,
Ivy. She is there isn't she?”
“Well somebody is
here but we haven't been introduced yet,” I replied confused. “Hang
on how do you know there's someone here?”
“I know because
she's there because of me, and she's also exactly what you have been
wishing for all year.”
Once again the phone
went dead, so this time I switched it off before looking back at Ivy.
Only she had shifted her position and was lying on her front along
the back of the sofa, her beautiful cock only partially visible.
“Well, Matt, what
do you think?” Ivy purred, as she stared seductively over to me.
“Y-Y-You're
gorgeous but...”
“But nothing,
Matt. Your Christmas wish has come true.”
©JSMorbius
