That had been in the spring and she was far from over it. It was also he who had moved out immediately, leaving her the apartment and even most of the things they had bought together. The separation had not been quick enough for him after he had met this other woman. Tears still welled up in her eyes so often that she defiantly wiped them away this time too. It really was time to forget him. Her friends kept trying to persuade her to go out with them. "The world is full of men just waiting to be hooked up with." Her friends were better able to cope with private disappointments than she was. Tonight they all wanted to meet up to drink mulled wine. Today was St. Nicholas Day.
She had met her ex-boyfriend nine years ago on the sixth of December. She suddenly had a great desire to get drunk ...
Ruth looked at her watch. It was already half past five. It was snowing and snowing. She had an appointment with the others at seven. It was time to get dressed up a little. She was suddenly fed up with still mourning her ex. She stopped in front of the large bedroom mirror. She had lost weight, which looked good on her. She had always had a beautiful figure. Big breasts, a flat stomach, toned thighs. The right proportions. She actually liked herself. Spontaneously, she put her hand on her crotch. She hadn't had sex since the spring. Suddenly she missed it. She felt like it as she stood there looking at herself. She would finally have to do something good for herself again ...
Tight short woolen skirt, a figure-hugging sweater, stockings with suspender straps and chic high boots. She looked good. A little more make-up than usual. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror.
The ringing at the door irritated her. It couldn't be one of her friends. They had an appointment in the city. Ruth opened the door curiously and was amazed. Standing in front of her was a real Santa Claus. With a thick red coat, a red hat, gloves, a full white beard, rough boots and a jute sack over his shoulder. And the best thing about him was that you could tell straight away that he really came from outside. He was covered in a fine layer of white powder and was vigorously beating the snow off his shoulders.
She stared at him, speechless. At first, he didn't seem to notice that she had already opened the door. But then he looked up and beamed happily. His eyes sparkled and twinkled with amusement. He seemed to be enjoying the job. "Hoho, who have we got there pretty?"
Ruth laughed involuntarily, infected by so much cheerfulness.
"Are you Ruth?" She would later wonder where he came from and why he was standing on her doorstep.
He shook the large sack that hung heavily over his shoulder promisingly. "Will you let me warm up with you for a while?"
Of course she invited him in.
"I think I've got something particularly good for you." He knocked the snow off his shoes as best he could and followed her into her cozy kitchen. Before he could say anything, she had already put a pot of mulled wine on the stove.
She was suddenly in a good mood.
The Christmassy drink was quickly heated up.
"That's good for you!" She had poured them both a good mugful. "It does get cold walking around outside after a while."
She had already examined him closely. She could barely make out his face. It was almost overgrown with his bushy beard and thick eyebrows.
And yet she was sure he was attractive. A little stocky perhaps, but she liked men who were corpulent rather than skinny.
He certainly had nice strong hands. And bright blue eyes and a confidence-inspiring deep voice. Ruth felt drawn to him. In an exciting, almost somewhat unsettling way that had nothing at all to do with Santa Claus himself.
He didn't want to keep the little present from her any longer. "But first you have to give me your ear." Ruth waited eagerly. And then Santa actually took out two books. One golden and one black.
Everything was just like it used to be when she still believed in Santa Claus. Almost everything ...
He read from the golden book first. She could hardly believe her ears at all the good things there were to read about her. And she had an idea of how this St. Nicholas could have known all this. And who could have sent him.
Then he opened the black book and his eyes darkened. That she was thinking too much about the old days, had become too gloomy, wasn't thinking about herself enough and so it went on and on ...
Ruth hung on his lips. Everything was right and she could hardly wait to change it. She felt hypnotized by his voice and irresistibly attracted by his behaviour. Santa looked at her. "I hope you're taking all this very seriously." But both of them were suddenly unable to suppress a laugh. He took a small parcel out of the jute sack and gave it to her. They looked into each other's eyes for a long time. Her abdomen tingled. Soothing and exciting. There was something so masculine about this Santa Claus that she had not responded to for far too long. She pulled on the red ribbon of the beautifully wrapped parcel.
"First the card, please!" His voice was now giving her goose bumps. Ruth opened the small envelope. "Finally start enjoying your life properly again. Our gift and Santa Claus will help you do that. All the best, your friends!"
A pack of condoms fell out of the wrapping paper. Her hands trembled as Santa reached for her and pulled her close. Just like that ...
He took off her skirt and sweater while he kissed her until she was standing in front of him in just her provocative underwear. "Wow!" He whistled appreciatively through his teeth. "Man, you look hot!" With a practiced grip, he quickly freed her from her wafer-thin panties.
Ruth felt the sweetest moisture begin to gather between her legs under his gaze. She let him lift her onto her kitchen table and spread her thighs a little to let him share in her lust.
"Come here!" She finally felt irresistible and desired again. Nicholas undid his belt, dropped his thick red robe and impatiently took off his woolen underpants. The magnificent privates that had been hiding inside took her breath away. It was perfectly built. She would love it when it penetrated her deeply and persistently.
He knelt down and she squirmed lustfully under his piercing gaze. As he sought out her pleasure with his fingers, she pressed her hand to her mouth, moaning. He moistened his fingertips with his tongue and caressed her pearl so intensely that she was powerless against the lust that spread through her. All the frustration, sadness, anger and disappointment that had built up inside her over the last few months finally found an appropriate outlet.
Santa spoiled her flaming spot with his tongue and lips. He even bit into it tenderly.
And it was all pure eroticism. Ruth clawed at his beard, which had grown surprisingly firm, and trembled with excitement all over her body.
Her first climax went through her like a bolt of lightning. She bent far back and pushed her pelvis towards him with confidence. Naked greed blazed in his gaze. He took her hands and pressed them firmly onto his erect love spear. It was very big. Easy to grip. Well-shaped. Ruth loved the big ones. But this one, which was given to her in such an unusual way, hovered in other dimensions. If she hadn't been so hungry and greedy for it, she would have hesitated.
He must have seen the doubt in her eyes because he leaned down to her and whispered: "I'll be gentle with you and you'll see - you'll like it!" As if hypnotized, she stared between his legs. She marveled at the luscious testicles and gripped them almost reverently as Santa pushed himself into her bit by bit with all his masculine splendor.
He stimulated every millimeter of her vagina with it. She felt like she was made up of 1,000 tiny pleasure nerves that were just waiting to be ignited. He carefully sank deeper and deeper inside her and the further he penetrated her, the more uninhibitedly she took him in. She quivered with lust and greed for the total satisfaction he would undoubtedly give her.
His strong arms grabbed her legs and placed them on his shoulders, allowing him to merge with her even more intensely. She thanked him with a pleasurable groan. And then he took her. Very slowly and carefully at first. Then, when he was sure he could only do her good, he intensified his thrusts with every single movement of his abdomen. "Are you okay?" Santa asked her, panting and almost a little caring, when she had to gasp for breath because the ecstasy had taken her breath away.
She clenched her vagina so as not to let this golden gift slip away again until it had given her everything she had been without for too long. She saw the desire gleaming in the stranger's sparkling eyes, felt the power flowing from his loins and pulled him against her. Couldn't get enough of his potency. Wanted to exhaust his lust to its limits.
She was unrestrained in her greed for satisfaction. Almost obsessed with losing herself completely in it. When a hot surge of lust exploded in her abdomen, Ruth was a single bubbling joy of love, both inside and out ...
It was still snowing in thick white flakes. She couldn't get enough of the white splendor that covered the earth. Santa had said goodbye to her with a tender kiss.
He had given her an unforgettable present ...
"Der Nikolaus" by Dave Vandenberg from "Wild Winter" published by: ORION / Carl Stephenson Publishers
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