The crackle of the fireplace was the only sound that filled the cozy bungalow nestled in the heart of a winter wonderland. Mistress Michaela and Mistress Becky, who had long shared a bond of friendship and respect, had decided to escape the holiday hustle for a tranquil Christmas retreat. Their day had been filled with shopping, general merriment, and even a little Christmas caroling.

Our Very Merry Christmas Starts To Heat Up

Now relaxing back at their vacation bungalow, Mistress Michaela, with her flame-kissed hair and piercing hazel eyes, lounged in front of a roaring fireplace, her gaze fixed on the dancing flames. Mistress Becky, whose rich chestnut brown locks seemed to shimmer in the firelight, poured two glasses of a full-bodied red wine, her movements graceful and deliberate. They had dressed for the festive season, Michaela in a form-fitting red dress that accentuated her curves, and Becky in a green velvet ensemble that highlighted her delicate features.

As the fire continued to dance around in what seemed like a holiday delight, and the holiday spirits continued to be consumed at a steady pace, the room grew increasingly warm, causing a sheen of perspiration to glisten on their skin. Becky set the wine down and approached Michaela, extending a hand to help her to her feet. “It’s getting a bit too warm in here, don’t you think?” Becky asked, a playful twinkle in her eye.

Mistress Michaela Makes Her Move

Michaela nodded, her lips curling into a smile. “I think you’re right. Perhaps it’s time to shed a layer or two.” With a suggestive wink, she reached behind her back and slowly lowered the zipper of her dress, revealing the lacey black lingerie that lay beneath as her dress slipped down her body and into a puddle around her feet on the floor. Becky watched, her breath hitching slightly at the sight. Michaela’s delicate skin shimmered brightly by the firelight, with the glowing sheen of her heat sparkling like diamonds. Becky quickly followed suit, peeling off her velvet dress to reveal a matching set of emerald green undergarments that complemented her fair complexion.
The two women stood before each other, the firelight casting a warm glow over their near-naked forms. There was an undeniable tension in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the attraction that had simmered beneath the surface, unexplored until now. Michaela took a step closer to Becky, their eyes locking in a moment of unspoken consent.

Mistress Becky And Mistress Michaela Start To Get Naughty

With a softness that spoke of her sensual nature, Michaela reached out and traced the contours of Becky’s face, her touch light as a feather. Becky leaned into the touch, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the sensation. Michaela’s hand drifted lower, grazing the swell of Becky’s breasts before coming to rest on the curve of her hip.

Becky opened her eyes, the dark chocolate brown of her irises darkened with desire. She mirrored Michaela’s actions, exploring the expanse of her friend’s body with a newfound sense of curiosity and longing. Their bodies drew closer, the heat between them rivaling the warmth of the fireplace.

Their lips met in a kiss that was both a question and an answer, a tender exploration that quickly deepened into a passionate exchange. Michaela’s hands found their way into Becky’s hair, tangling with her luscious locks, pulling her closer as their tongues danced together. Becky’s fingers deftly undid the clasp of Michaela’s bra, freeing her breasts and eliciting a soft moan from her soft pouty lips.

They tumbled onto the rug together laughing, a tangle of limbs, hands, and heated kisses. Michaela’s mouth traveled down Becky’s neck, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle bites that left Becky breathless and yearning for more. Michaela’s experienced hands teased and pleased, finally slipping beneath the fabric of Becky’s panties to find her wet and ready.

Then Michaela heard something unexpected that shook her from the delight she had found in Becky’s soft lips. A subtle noise, from the corner of the room.

Much to Becky’s chagrin, Michaela sat up, pulling away from Becky as she looked over into the corner of the room where their Christmas Tree stood glowing in soft twinkling lights. What she saw made her gasp softly. Standing right next to the tree, decked out in full Santa gear with a dropped jaw and surprised look on his face, was Santa himself!

Peeping Santa Gets Caught

Michaela, with gaping mouth and eyes wide in astonishment, looked to Becky for confirmation. “Um, Becky, do you see what I see?”

Becky laughed at first and asked if Michaela was suggesting they start singing Christmas songs again. But once she sat up and looked into the corner Michaela was still staring at, she did a double take herself. “Sa-Santa?” Becky stumbled over the word.

As both women stared in disbelief, Jolly Saint Nick’s face began to glow a vibrant red, as bright as Rudolph’s nose. And that is when both Becky and Michaela realized at the same time, that Santa also had one of his hands down the front of his jolly red pants.

Michaela and Becky looked at each other, then back at Santa, and then back at one another once again. Both of their faces showed similar dumbfounded looks.

“What the fuck?!” Becky blurted out.

To be continued…On Ms Beckys Blog here