A Very Merry Christmas

Just a note: I lost my disc of stories, or at least I cannot find it, so I went to another site I have this story posted on and decided to clean it up, do a few changes. Hope y'all enjoy.

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There is no doubt about it; Christmas is probably the worst time of the year for anyone who does not believe the hype and crap of the holiday sales season. I cannot believe I am suppose to fall all over myself just to make sure what friends I do have get something which they may not want for a holiday most just consider to be an extra day off. I have to spend all my extra time trying to figure out what to get for whom and when it is all over I still won't be sure what I picked out was right. I was struggling with this dilemma as I walked through the local Wal-Mart trying to select gifts for my friends and co-workers. I had all ready bought the boss a new candleholder because she has this thing for candles. I was now trying to figure out what to get for Emily, the new secretary I hired a couple of weeks ago. Everyone else was either getting fruit baskets or those silly meat and cheese things that I hated so much when I got them. I finally just gave up and went home, still short one gift.

"Diana I'm home," I shouted as I walked into the house carrying three oversized bags.

"Well did you get everything that you needed" she called out from the kitchen as I unloaded the stuff on the living room couch.

"Everyone but Emily, I just cannot figure out what to get for her"

"Well, what do you know about her," came the question, flying out of the kitchen right into my overtaxed mind.

"Nothing"

"What do you mean nothing? You have to know something about her, she works for you for Pete sake."

I struggled trying to remember what I had learned about Emily since she went to work. "Well, she is single, about 30. Lives alone. She has no relatives close by and she is a damn good secretary."

"What does she like to wear, or what does she keep on her desk maybe that will help," Diana asked as she came from the kitchen.

"Well, she dresses in a professional manner and as far as I can remember the only thing on her desk is a vase of flowers that she puts out every Monday." I am answering as I turn around to face my wife, (where at this point I am already in mental overload and my brain just wants to go on vacation.)

I pause as I look at her. Almost ten years together and she still makes my heart skip a beat. Covered in flour from doing her Christmas baking, she still looks as beautiful as the day I married her. She walks over to me, her head turned up for me to kiss. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her long and deep, concluding with three little pecks, something I have done since the first time I kissed her. She giggles, (and I still don't understand that) and smiles. So how is the Mrs. today I ask? She giggles again and kisses me hard and quick, "Busy, I have all those cookies to finish for the shelter and then the cakes and pies for Christmas day. You know how your Dad is about holiday sweets."

"Yes dear I do and you know how I am about you anytime during the year" as I pulled her closer my nose buried in her hair and my lips playing along her neck. "Anything in the oven right now" I ask?

"No, not right now, why do you ask, or do I need to ask why?"

I untie her apron and allow it to fall to the floor as I kiss her neck, knowing what that does to her. Slowly I unbutton her flannel shirt (the one she stole from my side of the closet) and cup her breasts with my hands. She leans into me a sigh escaping from her lips. I continue to kiss and nuzzle her neck as I play with her nipples, brushing them back and forth with my thumbs. I feel then growing harder in my hand as I look down into her eyes. I lean over and kiss her, softly at first but with a growing passion. I can feel her hand slide under my shirt, stroking my chest playing with my nipples as we kiss. Our tongues playing back and forth, each trying to capture the other. I slipped my hand into her jeans and slowly pushed a finger into her.

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