“Are there sausage-shaped things hanging on your costume?”
Lie, Monty! Lie like you’ve never lied before! My brain scrambled to come up with something convincing. But the more I thought of anything remotely believable, the more I felt like I would throw up.
“Yes . . . and no.”
“What? I couldn’t hear you?”
That was the reason I mumbled my response: “It’s hard to explain.”
It was easy to explain; I just didn’t want to freak her out. And the more I lied, the worse I felt.
“It’s not really that hard to explain clothing. Like me, I’m wearing a navy sweater and a skirt with little reindeer all over it since it’s a holiday ball. Also, I’ve got on my scuffed-up green high-tops that match my skirt. There, now, your turn.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose and knew there was no way out. At some point, she would discover I was naked. Would it be worse if she found out at the end, realizing she was stuck in a dark closet with a naked stranger this whole time? Or if I was honest with her right now?
Either way, she was stuck. Either way, I was stuck.
“It’s the wearing part that’s the problem for me.” I cupped my balls, even though she couldn’t see them.
“Is the costume too big or small?”
“Nope. It’s the costume itself. I made that part up.”
Silence stretched for what felt like hours. I wanted to say something, to reassure the woman I wouldn’t hurt her. That I would keep my distance from her. But I kept silent too. Maybe she hadn’t figured it out. Maybe she was quiet because she hated talking.
Or maybe being trapped in here was causing me to go insane.
“Yes or no. Are you wearing clothing? That includes underwear.”
She knew.
“No.”
“Okay. That’s okay. We all like to walk around naked from time to time. I usually do it in my home, but if dark closets are your thing, I won’t judge.”
I knew she’d think I was weird.
“Like I said, I was trapped in here. Some of what I told you was true. My brother told me I had to change into the Santa costume, I mean, the non-denominational-festive-season-person costume. He told me to undress in here, and he’d get me the costume. He never did, and he took my clothes.”
“Then what’s on your dick?”
I frowned. Why did I think wrapping my dick up in ribbon would improve the situation?
“Festive ribbon.”
There was silence again for a moment. I thought she was crying when I heard a few sniffles. I was about to ease her fears when I realized she wasn’t crying but laughing. Her chuckling grew to wheezing, along with a few snorts, which grew louder.
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to laugh . . . Uh, oh God, okay, I lied. I totally meant to laugh.”
My mouth hung open. It flabbergasted me. Here I was so concerned with easing her fears, and she laughed at me.
She was as bad as my brother.
“So hilarious. I’m sure if this happened to you, you’d be all chuckles, enjoying every moment.” I folded my arms over my chest.
“Look, I am sorry. I think it’s the nerves and, oh—” She halted as her hand touched my arm.
“Don’t worry. You didn’t accidentally touch my candy cane dick again.”
“Candy cane? What? No, I didn’t think I had. I purposely raised my hand a little higher this time before reaching out. Was that your arm?”
“Yes, my upper arm. Why?”
“Can I touch it again?”
My cock twitched. As mad as I was at her for laughing, I liked it when she touched my arm. Goosebumps covered my arm and went up my neck.
“Okay.”
I braced myself, for what, I didn’t know. Perhaps it was the thought of her smooth fingers sliding over my skin. That slight touch was exceedingly pleasurable, and when I inhaled her vanilla scent, my cock strained against its bindings.
Her warm hand settled on my shoulder before it slowly meandered down my arm. Neither of us spoke, but I heard her breath pick up. And just that whisper-soft sound did something to me.
It made me want to reach for her.
Her fingers explored more, leaving my arm and drifting across my chest. I lowered my arms and let her keep going.
“Is this too much?” she asked, and I shook my head as if she could see me.
It’s not enough.
“No,” I croaked out.
Her fingers found my nipple. “I felt that before.”
“Yup.” My cock was rock-hard now, and the ribbon hurt.
I wanted to unwrap it but feared if I moved my hand toward my dick, that would scare her.
“You want me to stop?”
No. Absolutely not.
“Not if you don’t want to.”
She added another hand, and her fingers spread over my abs. I wished I was ticklish because then I’d have a reason to reach for her, to touch her. Instead, I let her control what she wanted from me.
“Is it really wrapped up to look like a candy cane?”
I pictured her biting her lip. The first thing I noticed about her when she opened the door was her mouth. I licked my lips just thinking about it.
I should stop her. What if my brother chose that moment to open the door? I wouldn’t want her embarrassed.
But instead of backing up and pulling her hands away, I said, “It’s wrapped in red ribbon and loves to be licked.”
Chapter 4
Julia
“I LOVE TO SUCK ON CANDY canes this time of year,” I said and immediately bit my lip, thankful he couldn’t see the heat flooding my cheeks.
Or how wet I was between my legs.
I had never felt up a stranger in the dark before. Actually, that wasn’t true. I had, but at least I had seen what the guy looked like first. And he knew what I looked like too.
But this was different. I didn’t know what color hair this guy had or if he had hair. Or if he had legs. The most I knew was he had one amazingly defined arm, a hard nipple, and washboard abs so rigid that I couldn’t stop thinking about rubbing my soaked pussy over those abs until I came.
I meant it when I told my sister I would take this job seriously, but now I was stuck in here with a man who took care of his body and had such a deep voice that my clit felt the vibrations.
What was a girl to do?
What problems could come from a little fooling around in a dark closet with a hot stranger? None. Just a fun way to pass the time. That was what I figured at least. And based on the hardness of his nipple and the heat rising from his skin, I suspected he felt the same way.
“I’d love to see that.” His voice sounded deeper and a little hoarse.
When I first felt his dick, I wondered for a moment if it was his cock. I’ve held many cocks in my time, so I knew what they felt like. But his was strange. Rougher than usual, like something was on it.
The ribbon explained everything. And it gave me a thrill that I got to unwrap his candy cane.
I moved my hands down and was pleasantly surprised by the size of it. My mouth watered at the thought of trying to fit his huge cock in my mouth.
“Are you in pain? The ribbon is so tight, and you’re big.”
He moaned.
I lowered to my knees and reached out my tongue until I was able to lick away the droplet that had formed on his tip.