Idylls of the Lady Ch 7
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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the
house...
Who am I k**ding, except for me, there were no
creatures in my house to stir--at least no mammals.
My lover had moved out three weeks ago. I didn't mind
her going so much, but she took the elegant Siamese
Amberdrake with her. We had a long hard custody battle
over the cat, but in the end, I had to admit that Amber
had move in with her, so she got to take him when she
left.
So here I was alone, again, for the holidays. I had my
viewing all picked out for the next day, starting with
Miracle on 34th Street, and ending with The Bishop's
Wife. I had my miniature turkey (e.g. Rock Cornish Game
Hen) all stuffed and ready to go in the oven, and I had
bought a pecan pie for desert.
Under my Christmas tree were the grab bag gift from
work and the fruitcake my bank sent me each year.
Usually, I take the cake to the park the day after
Christmas and crumbled it up for the pigeons; they
deserve a holiday treat too.
It's not that I hadn't had invitations from several
friends to spend the holidays with them. But I always
felt in the way when I visited all those happy couples.
Last year, when I still had a significant other, I
spent the holidays with two pairs of my closest
friends. But now that I'm single again, I insist on
spending Christmas alone. Is that logic for you, or
what?
I sat in the window watching it snow for a couple of
hours before going to bed. In New York, the snow turns
gray within hours, but just now, in it's pristine
whiteness, it was enchanting. Several of my neighbors
were heavily into window lights, and the soft mounds
that covered the garbage cans in the ally reflected a
holiday spectrum of colors: red and green and gold.
My windows were iced up, and the streetlights where
halos refracted through the frost. For a while, I
forgot about being alone and depressed on Christmas
Eve. When my upstairs neighbor turned off his lights, I
sighed and finished my eggnog and went to bed.
At first, I wasn't sure what had woken me; sort of a
rattling sound coming from the living room window. I
turned over, and thought, "Oh it's just Amber playing
with the sash." Then I froze. Amber doesn't live here
anymore. I quietly got out of bed and grabbed the
softball bat from the closet. I tip toed as stealthily
as I could to the bedroom door. And stubbed my toe on
the dresser.
Oomph! I stuffed my fist in my mouth to keep from
screaming. I inched open the door and crept around the
bend. I raised the bat to bring it down on the
intruder's head. And stopped. Santa Claus's red covered
ass was sticking up as he bent to close the window
behind him.
"Aren't you supposed to come down the chimney?" I asked
with great originality.
Santa screamed and spun around. Hmmm, this Santa had
it's padding in the wrong spots.
"You scared me," she accused.
"I scared you? This is my apartment."
"Well yes I know. I did knock, but I guess you were
asleep."
"You guessed right. Can I ask, you know just for my
information, what you were doing out on my fire
escape?"
"Well, I kind of locked myself out."
"You locked yourself out of my apartment?"
"No, out of mine. I'm your new neighbor."
"I didn't know Ms. Claus moved in next to me." I
answered still being a bit sarcastic since my
adrenaline was running around my bloodstream. And then
there was the stubbed toe adding pain signals to the
proceedings.
"Oh the costume. Well, I was playing Mrs. Claus for
some k**s tonight. We, where I work, we get together
and take some toys around to one of the shelters for
the k**s. We tell them that Santa had to delegate cause
there's just too much for him to cover in one night."
"Well, at least you don't have to worry about the fake
beard this way. But isn't it kind of late," I squinted
at the clock, "three o'clock. I thought Santa made his
rounds at midnight."
"Oh Merry Christmas. Well, actually, we finished at the
shelter around ten, but then we went out to do a little
celebrating. And we wound up at Jo's house singing
carols. And then Erin and Pam dropped me home and
left."
"OK, I can see how all that can take some time and all,
but how did you wind up on my fire escape?"
"Well, I guess my keys fell out of my bag at Jo's
house, or at least, I hope they're at her house. There
was an oriental man downstairs just going out with his
dog, so he let me in."
"Gee, Mr. Kyu was walking his dog this time of night."
Ms. Claus smiled, "I think I'm going to like you a
lot."
"Why?" I asked rather puzzled.
"Because you didn't say anything about that fact that
he shouldn't let a stranger into the building."
"Well who wouldn't let Ms. Claus into the building on
Christmas Eve? Particularly."
I quickly tried to figure out if it was politically
correct to call Ms Claus pretty, no maybe lovely was
better considering her eyes and the dimple,
"Particularly such a lovely Ms Claus."
"Thank you." Ms Claus blushed and her eyes traveled to
my breasts, which were straining against the tee shirt
I wear to sleep. OK, it's a very tight tee shirt so
even my little bits strained it.
"Anyway," Ms Claus continued, "I got upstairs and
reached in my bag, but no keys. So I thought, maybe I
could get in my window. I went up to the roof and came
down the fire escape, but my windows are locked. And,
well I didn't want to have to climb up again, and I
wasn't sure I could get in the roof door again, so I
stared knocking on your window."
"Wouldn't it have been simpler to ring my door bell in
the first place?"
"Well, yes, but I didn't want to wake you."
"Well, what do you want to do now? Do you want to call
your friend Jo and ask her to bring your keys over?"
"Well, actually, you know it is kind of late and all. I
really don't want to ask her to come out in the snow at
this time of night. I was kinda hoping, you know, now
that I've met you. I was kinda hoping I could crash on
your couch? If it's not too much trouble?"
"I would be charmed to have you crash on my couch." I
answered in my most gallant manner. Then I noticed the
she was still shivering. For that matter, so was I. I
also notice that I was more or less bottomless, and I
turned a nice shade of Christmas red.
"Uh, would you like something hot to drink before you
go to bed?"
I asked as I edged towards the bedroom and my bathrobe.
"Oh the would be great. The fire escape so slippery,
and it took me so long to climb down from the roof,
that I think I'm permanently frozen."
I thought about how much I would like to defrost Ms.
Claus while I slipped into my bedroom. I threw on my
robe and grabbed an extra blanket and pillow from the
closet.
"Here," I said handing her the bedding. "do you want me
to find you something to sleep in?"
"I don't think I'd fit into anything of yours." She
answered looking at my breasts again.
I blushed an even deeper red and fled into the kitchen.
After I put the kettle on, I got out the two Christmas
mugs that were my grab bag presents from the previous
two years and put them on a tray. Then I got out the
last of the ginger snaps that Mrs. Kettelmen always
bakes for the people in the building around the
holidays, and put them on a plate. I opened the
cupboard and rummaged through my Celestial Seasonings
tea.
I started to reach for the sleepy Time, but then I
thought, what the heck, it's Christmas, and reached for
the Cranberry Zinger instead. "Here we are." I said as
I placed the tray on the coffee table. I sat on the
couch and was pleased when she sat next to me instead
of on the "best chair" recliner I had left for her. I
poured the tea and offered honey and lemon, both of
which I had forgotten, and which she politely declined.
"So Ms Claus, what do you do for a living?"
"I'm a toy maker, of course."
I did a double take; she was smiling, but I couldn't
tell if she was joking or not.
"And, I suppose you first name is Santa?"
"Actually, it's Chris."
Now I really thought she was pulling my leg. "Oh and
are you from the North Pole." I asked.
"No, from Jersey, but please don't hold that against
me." I laughed and felt that I really was going to like
Chris Claus very much too.
For a while, we just sat enjoying each other's body
heat and sipping our tea. She was rather well suited
for the role of Ms Claus filling out her costume
beautifully. I was rather sorry that this was the high
neck kind rather than the low cut sexy elf kind. I am
very partial to a good view of cleavage. "So, now you
know my name and what I do, how about you?"
"Well, my name is Marty, and I work for a newspaper."
"Really, are you a writer?"
"Eh, no, I'm there computer person. You know, I put the
stuff on the web for them, and keep the network going
and all that." "Oh, so your a high tech dyke?"
For a minute, I was confused. How could she tell so
quickly that I was a dyke? I mean, not that I try to
hide it or anything. But we'd just met.
"How'd you know I'm a dyke?"
"Well, you have been flirting with me haven't you?"
"Well, yeah. I have been." There I went blushing again.
I guess it's the season.
"Well, since straight women usually don't flirt with
me, I just assumed that you were a dyke."
"Do... do a lot of dykes flirt with you?"
"A few."
"Does that mean that your a dyke?"
"Not necessarily. I could just hang out with them."
"Oh." And suddenly Christmas got lonely again.
"But, actually, I am."
"Oh." And suddenly Christmas was very merry indeed.
"You don't seem to have any mistletoe around here."
"Oh we had some last year, but the cat ate some and got
sick."
"We?"
"My ex and I. She moved out a few weeks ago. She took
Amber with her, so I guess I could get more mistletoe."
And I looked around as if some might materialize, cause
I sure wanted to kiss Ms Claus.
"Well, it's the thought that counts." And Ms Claus
kissed me!
I was quickly able to ascertain that all of the padding
that filled out her costume was actually her. Mmmm, she
had lovely, soft, full, luscious breasts, and they felt
incredible through the velvet of her top. It was a long
breathless interval later that we pulled apart.
"Merry Christmas," she wished me again.
"Merry Christmas," I answered. "I guess I should let
you get some sleep huh?"
"Well, you know, us Santas usually don't get much sleep
the night before Christmas."
***
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the
house, not a creature was stirring... Well, unless you
count in bed. I guess you could say we were stirring.
Hmmmm, no stocking caps though; actually, we weren't
wearing much of anything. And if eight tiny reindeer
landed on the roof, I sure was too busy to notice.
house...
Who am I k**ding, except for me, there were no
creatures in my house to stir--at least no mammals.
My lover had moved out three weeks ago. I didn't mind
her going so much, but she took the elegant Siamese
Amberdrake with her. We had a long hard custody battle
over the cat, but in the end, I had to admit that Amber
had move in with her, so she got to take him when she
left.
So here I was alone, again, for the holidays. I had my
viewing all picked out for the next day, starting with
Miracle on 34th Street, and ending with The Bishop's
Wife. I had my miniature turkey (e.g. Rock Cornish Game
Hen) all stuffed and ready to go in the oven, and I had
bought a pecan pie for desert.
Under my Christmas tree were the grab bag gift from
work and the fruitcake my bank sent me each year.
Usually, I take the cake to the park the day after
Christmas and crumbled it up for the pigeons; they
deserve a holiday treat too.
It's not that I hadn't had invitations from several
friends to spend the holidays with them. But I always
felt in the way when I visited all those happy couples.
Last year, when I still had a significant other, I
spent the holidays with two pairs of my closest
friends. But now that I'm single again, I insist on
spending Christmas alone. Is that logic for you, or
what?
I sat in the window watching it snow for a couple of
hours before going to bed. In New York, the snow turns
gray within hours, but just now, in it's pristine
whiteness, it was enchanting. Several of my neighbors
were heavily into window lights, and the soft mounds
that covered the garbage cans in the ally reflected a
holiday spectrum of colors: red and green and gold.
My windows were iced up, and the streetlights where
halos refracted through the frost. For a while, I
forgot about being alone and depressed on Christmas
Eve. When my upstairs neighbor turned off his lights, I
sighed and finished my eggnog and went to bed.
At first, I wasn't sure what had woken me; sort of a
rattling sound coming from the living room window. I
turned over, and thought, "Oh it's just Amber playing
with the sash." Then I froze. Amber doesn't live here
anymore. I quietly got out of bed and grabbed the
softball bat from the closet. I tip toed as stealthily
as I could to the bedroom door. And stubbed my toe on
the dresser.
Oomph! I stuffed my fist in my mouth to keep from
screaming. I inched open the door and crept around the
bend. I raised the bat to bring it down on the
intruder's head. And stopped. Santa Claus's red covered
ass was sticking up as he bent to close the window
behind him.
"Aren't you supposed to come down the chimney?" I asked
with great originality.
Santa screamed and spun around. Hmmm, this Santa had
it's padding in the wrong spots.
"You scared me," she accused.
"I scared you? This is my apartment."
"Well yes I know. I did knock, but I guess you were
asleep."
"You guessed right. Can I ask, you know just for my
information, what you were doing out on my fire
escape?"
"Well, I kind of locked myself out."
"You locked yourself out of my apartment?"
"No, out of mine. I'm your new neighbor."
"I didn't know Ms. Claus moved in next to me." I
answered still being a bit sarcastic since my
adrenaline was running around my bloodstream. And then
there was the stubbed toe adding pain signals to the
proceedings.
"Oh the costume. Well, I was playing Mrs. Claus for
some k**s tonight. We, where I work, we get together
and take some toys around to one of the shelters for
the k**s. We tell them that Santa had to delegate cause
there's just too much for him to cover in one night."
"Well, at least you don't have to worry about the fake
beard this way. But isn't it kind of late," I squinted
at the clock, "three o'clock. I thought Santa made his
rounds at midnight."
"Oh Merry Christmas. Well, actually, we finished at the
shelter around ten, but then we went out to do a little
celebrating. And we wound up at Jo's house singing
carols. And then Erin and Pam dropped me home and
left."
"OK, I can see how all that can take some time and all,
but how did you wind up on my fire escape?"
"Well, I guess my keys fell out of my bag at Jo's
house, or at least, I hope they're at her house. There
was an oriental man downstairs just going out with his
dog, so he let me in."
"Gee, Mr. Kyu was walking his dog this time of night."
Ms. Claus smiled, "I think I'm going to like you a
lot."
"Why?" I asked rather puzzled.
"Because you didn't say anything about that fact that
he shouldn't let a stranger into the building."
"Well who wouldn't let Ms. Claus into the building on
Christmas Eve? Particularly."
I quickly tried to figure out if it was politically
correct to call Ms Claus pretty, no maybe lovely was
better considering her eyes and the dimple,
"Particularly such a lovely Ms Claus."
"Thank you." Ms Claus blushed and her eyes traveled to
my breasts, which were straining against the tee shirt
I wear to sleep. OK, it's a very tight tee shirt so
even my little bits strained it.
"Anyway," Ms Claus continued, "I got upstairs and
reached in my bag, but no keys. So I thought, maybe I
could get in my window. I went up to the roof and came
down the fire escape, but my windows are locked. And,
well I didn't want to have to climb up again, and I
wasn't sure I could get in the roof door again, so I
stared knocking on your window."
"Wouldn't it have been simpler to ring my door bell in
the first place?"
"Well, yes, but I didn't want to wake you."
"Well, what do you want to do now? Do you want to call
your friend Jo and ask her to bring your keys over?"
"Well, actually, you know it is kind of late and all. I
really don't want to ask her to come out in the snow at
this time of night. I was kinda hoping, you know, now
that I've met you. I was kinda hoping I could crash on
your couch? If it's not too much trouble?"
"I would be charmed to have you crash on my couch." I
answered in my most gallant manner. Then I noticed the
she was still shivering. For that matter, so was I. I
also notice that I was more or less bottomless, and I
turned a nice shade of Christmas red.
"Uh, would you like something hot to drink before you
go to bed?"
I asked as I edged towards the bedroom and my bathrobe.
"Oh the would be great. The fire escape so slippery,
and it took me so long to climb down from the roof,
that I think I'm permanently frozen."
I thought about how much I would like to defrost Ms.
Claus while I slipped into my bedroom. I threw on my
robe and grabbed an extra blanket and pillow from the
closet.
"Here," I said handing her the bedding. "do you want me
to find you something to sleep in?"
"I don't think I'd fit into anything of yours." She
answered looking at my breasts again.
I blushed an even deeper red and fled into the kitchen.
After I put the kettle on, I got out the two Christmas
mugs that were my grab bag presents from the previous
two years and put them on a tray. Then I got out the
last of the ginger snaps that Mrs. Kettelmen always
bakes for the people in the building around the
holidays, and put them on a plate. I opened the
cupboard and rummaged through my Celestial Seasonings
tea.
I started to reach for the sleepy Time, but then I
thought, what the heck, it's Christmas, and reached for
the Cranberry Zinger instead. "Here we are." I said as
I placed the tray on the coffee table. I sat on the
couch and was pleased when she sat next to me instead
of on the "best chair" recliner I had left for her. I
poured the tea and offered honey and lemon, both of
which I had forgotten, and which she politely declined.
"So Ms Claus, what do you do for a living?"
"I'm a toy maker, of course."
I did a double take; she was smiling, but I couldn't
tell if she was joking or not.
"And, I suppose you first name is Santa?"
"Actually, it's Chris."
Now I really thought she was pulling my leg. "Oh and
are you from the North Pole." I asked.
"No, from Jersey, but please don't hold that against
me." I laughed and felt that I really was going to like
Chris Claus very much too.
For a while, we just sat enjoying each other's body
heat and sipping our tea. She was rather well suited
for the role of Ms Claus filling out her costume
beautifully. I was rather sorry that this was the high
neck kind rather than the low cut sexy elf kind. I am
very partial to a good view of cleavage. "So, now you
know my name and what I do, how about you?"
"Well, my name is Marty, and I work for a newspaper."
"Really, are you a writer?"
"Eh, no, I'm there computer person. You know, I put the
stuff on the web for them, and keep the network going
and all that." "Oh, so your a high tech dyke?"
For a minute, I was confused. How could she tell so
quickly that I was a dyke? I mean, not that I try to
hide it or anything. But we'd just met.
"How'd you know I'm a dyke?"
"Well, you have been flirting with me haven't you?"
"Well, yeah. I have been." There I went blushing again.
I guess it's the season.
"Well, since straight women usually don't flirt with
me, I just assumed that you were a dyke."
"Do... do a lot of dykes flirt with you?"
"A few."
"Does that mean that your a dyke?"
"Not necessarily. I could just hang out with them."
"Oh." And suddenly Christmas got lonely again.
"But, actually, I am."
"Oh." And suddenly Christmas was very merry indeed.
"You don't seem to have any mistletoe around here."
"Oh we had some last year, but the cat ate some and got
sick."
"We?"
"My ex and I. She moved out a few weeks ago. She took
Amber with her, so I guess I could get more mistletoe."
And I looked around as if some might materialize, cause
I sure wanted to kiss Ms Claus.
"Well, it's the thought that counts." And Ms Claus
kissed me!
I was quickly able to ascertain that all of the padding
that filled out her costume was actually her. Mmmm, she
had lovely, soft, full, luscious breasts, and they felt
incredible through the velvet of her top. It was a long
breathless interval later that we pulled apart.
"Merry Christmas," she wished me again.
"Merry Christmas," I answered. "I guess I should let
you get some sleep huh?"
"Well, you know, us Santas usually don't get much sleep
the night before Christmas."
***
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the
house, not a creature was stirring... Well, unless you
count in bed. I guess you could say we were stirring.
Hmmmm, no stocking caps though; actually, we weren't
wearing much of anything. And if eight tiny reindeer
landed on the roof, I sure was too busy to notice.
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