My Secret Santa's Secret Baby

by Jamie Knight

  I moved the gift from the drawer to the desk top, closing the drawer in the same instant. I couldn’t’ go yet.It would be too obvious. Most of the staff left for lunch. All of them taking it at the same time. The only exception was Inga. I doubted she would notice and even if she did, she was nothing if not discreet. No way she would want to ruin the fun. It helped that she had no idea what was in the box. Then there might have been a few more questions.

  Breathing deep I waited patiently. As long as I could anyway. The twin demons of lust and curiosity dancing sinister waltzes on my head. Their powers of persuasion were considerable, but still nothing more than I could handle. I had a secret weapon up my well-tailored sleeve. Courtesy of my witchy mommy.

  Closing my eyes, I focused my mind. Blocking out all external input to the point I could no longer feel the chair under me. As far as I could tell through my self-altered perception, I was standing. More specifically, I was standing in the middle of a clearing. Medium length grass under my feet, surrounded by thick and ancient words. Overseeing it all, reaching u into the clear blue sky, seeming like it could almost touch it was a mighty, snow capped mountain.

  It was know as an ‘inner realm.’ As the name implied, it was a world within the world, existing with in my head. As well as those of anyone else able to access it. A knew and abiding calm settled onto my body and mind. One deeper than could ever be achieved by the stress-ball alone. Though it had helped to loosen me up to get there. I tended to use them together. My dad’s preferred method of stress management, followed immediately by that most commonly used by by my mom. Though hears also used tended to use homemade herbal tea I wasn’t able to get within five feet of without getting dizzy. Still, it seemed like a nice way to honor both sides of my lineage. The yuppie combined with the hippie.

  I was returned gently onto my chair in the more agreed on reality, The gift still ion the desk in front of me. Punching up the camera feeds, I saw the cubicle farm standing empty a s a ghost town, Inga reading at her desk, eating her brown bagged lunch. There were times I seriously wondered if she ever actually left or if it was maybe a Bartleby situation.

  Cradling the gift tenderly, I headed out into the open armed beyond my little cloisters, and set the gift on the desk. Angling it several times until it was perfect. The gift sitting on the desktop just so, the letter easily visible from the doorway. I’d though about brining in a measuring tape but decided that would be going a bit too far.

  The leather creaked quietly as I sat back down. Waiting for the moment to come. The anticipation at least part of the thrill. I looked at my watch. Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes I would be closer to knowing how Skye felt about me. More specifically if she might be interested in me the same way I was interested in her. I had to be sure. I did have the ability to fire her and hadn’t to make sure she wouldn’t just be complying out of fear. It just wouldn’t be ethical.

  I sat up straight when I saw her enter her cubicle. She stopped cold seeing the gift. Her expression looked basically confused. She looked all around, pourable to see if anyone was hiding to jump out and yell surprise. It wouldn’t be a very good practical joke but that didn’t mean no one would try it.

  Satisfied nothing was going to be attacking her, Skye approached the gift that had appeared on her desk, as though by magick, taking the note from the top. Even from that angle, I could see the ghost of a smile haunting the corners of her sweet lips as she read the note. Okay, good sign.

  Meticulously unwrapping the long, with box, she lifted off the lid revealing the lingerie. There it was. The moment of truth, the reaction, natural and raw that would give me a true indication of what was on her mind. She was adorable. The expression that settled on her gentle features an arousing combination of arousal and exhilaration with a dash of embarrassment for flavor.

  Chapter Eleven - Skye

  I didn’t really have the money for restaurants. At least not the ones in that area. The bakery was expensive enough and I considered it more of a business expense. I also didn’t want anyone to know that particularly or be left out. Rather than brown bagging, which had no real shame attached to it as far as I was concerned, I went across to the café, got a hot chocolate and small sandwich and tried to look as much like a writer as I could. It wasn’t entirely a con. True, it was a sort of silent justification for why I was eating lunch along, though I did actually try to get some writing done while I was there. It could turn out to be a pretty good situation actually. Particularly after I started getting paid on the regular. If I was ever really in need of money, I could always try and sell the earrings online. The perfume I was keeping no matter what.

  Belly full of sweetness and two whole paragraphs finished to the point of polished, I ventured back across the dangerous street. Traffic lights apparently more of a suggestion in New York, with taxis being above the law entirely. One thing from the movies that had proved to be absolutely true. Even if the C.H.U.D.s were entirely fiction and the pizza rather overblown.

  I hadn’t gotten a new assignment yet, butt I was still on the clock, so I returned to my cubicle to look busy until the end of the day. The last thing I expected to find as I went to sit down at the desk was another gift. I froze for a second. More out of surprise than fear. I had to make sure the whole thing wasn’t a dream Or a practical joke. Either one was possible. Deciding it was all really and probably safe, I approached the desk. The excitement growing. Was I really getting two gifts in one day? I could hardly believe it. Whoever my Santa was really generous, as well as being really rich. That eliminated any of the other emergency hires. Maybe I had an admirer/friend on the permanent staff. It wasn’t P.C. but I’d already taken to thinking of my Secret Santa as a ‘he.’ There was something about the impracticality of the gift of ludicrously expensive earrings and hard-to-find perfume that smacked, in my young mind, of a guy trying to impress a girl. The gift I opened next would only confirm this hypothesis.

  Extracting the box from the careful wrapping the guesses flew in my head like bingo balls. The note had given a bit clue, telling me to wear whatever it was to work the next day. Making me think it was some kind of clothing item. Likely something to match my earrings and perfume.

  Nope. At least that wasn’t how it looked at first. Lifting the lid on the box I found it continued beautiful set of silk lingerie. How sapphire earrings and rare perfume went with sexy underwear escaped me at first. The full meaning of what was happening came at me in a whoosh. They wanted to see me in it. Whoever my Secret Santa was, they were giving me an outfit to wear when we met in private circumstances.

  Arousal and embarrassment coiled together like snakes. The note hadn’t specified whether I was supposed to wear the lingerie under my clothes like usual, of they wanted me to wear only the silky and sexy underwear. Presumably under a long coat of some kind. To be honest, both of them appealed to me. Either way I was allowing someone else to dictate something about my life as well as my body in an indirect way. A naughty smile touched my lips as I realized the most likely person to be my Secret Santa was Simon. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it but there was something about the combination of good taste and anachronism that put me in mind of him. I heard so in coming and got the lid back on the box quickly.

  “Another present?” asked a co-worker I would late find out was named Amber.

  “Looks like,” I said, with a shrug.

  “Looks like someone was a good girl this year.”

  I only shrugged again. There was probably something really clever to say in that moment. A razor barb to cut the girl-bully to the bone and wipe that venomous smirk off her face. I just couldn’t think of it.

  It was surprisingly awkward getting home. Even though there was no way for anyone to know what was in the box, the size of the thing still made public transit a distinctly awkward proposition.

  I didn’t waste any time. As soon as I was through the door, I made a bee-line for the bedroom. Stripping down bare in about a second flat, I
slowly slipped into the lingerie. Letting the soft touch of the silk stroke its way along my skin. It felt good. It felt sexy. More to the point, I felt sexy. I turned to look at myself. Hoping I would look as good as I felt. I did, something in the design of the lingerie accentuation all my best attributes while also concealing the less flattering ones. It was a new feeling to be sure but I really liked it. With a breath of courage, I turned, so I could look at my ass. Always the part about which I had the most anxiety. My only conciliation that my tits were also round and firm so at least I was proportional. As with the front, my rear looked amazing. They would probably never know it, but whoever had given me the lovely lingerie had given me something else. A new perspective of myself.

  I thought of Simon. His eyes, his lips, his hands. He had never actually touched me but his hands looked so gentle and lovely. I wanted to feel them all over me. The same going for his lips and, if I was really lucky tongue.

  It was like a force of nature. No point in fighting in case I was torn asunder in the attempt. Best to just go with it and see where it took me. Giving myself over to impulse I lay down on my bed and opened my legs, mostly because it felt right. As before, my hands seemed to move by themselves, surprising even me with what they were doing. Not that objected. It was still pretty new but felt wonderful. Particularly when I imagined it was Simon’s hands. Exploring every inch of my body that I could reach myself.

  On the way back up my thighs from a jaunt down to my knees, my hand took a turn and ended up laying on the crotch of the lovely silken panties. Curious I started to stroke. Feeling the beautiful material stroke up against my pussy. A pleasured moan escaped me, making me smile.

  I didn’t know exactly what it was but a tingling sensation soon came over me. Soon, I wanted to feel more. Pulling up the waist band of the panties with my other hand, I caressed down over my pelvis and cupped my pussy. Trying to remember what had felt the best during my last attempt, I started to stroke the outside of my pussy. Working my fingers over my delicate lips. The pleasure built up quickly. Small quivers already starting to happen. The first stage of the massive tremors that happened before my orgasm the first time. My first orgasm period. I desperately wanted another and was willing to do whatever I had to in order to get there.

  Surrendering myself entirely to instinct, a logical first step before surrendering to another person I figured, I put slipped a finger into my hungry little pussy. Not nearly enough, I tried another. Nope, not yet. My fingers weren’t big, but they were long, and they were almost all the way in there. Right up to the third knuckle. Already crossed like I was really hopeful. I had to do that to get both in there because of the limited space. Yet my starving little pussy still wanted more. Moving in the tiniest of increments, I slipped a third finger deep inside me, somehow getting it in as far as the first two. It felt huge with all three of them bunched up together like that, making what felt like one big thing. I laughed out loud, remembering that ‘thing’ was what I thought a cock was called until well into my teens.

  “Cock,” I said in an act of defiance. It felt good. So good, I couldn’t really stop.

  “Cock, cock, cock, cock, fuck, pussy, anal tits, cock, cock, cock!”

  All the sinful words I was always forbidden to say coming out like a mantra. A prayer to an earthly deity of fun and pleasure. There was a time I would have blushed but I only laughed louder. A gleeful celebration of liberation as I started to pleasure myself for the second time. Going much farther than in the first, both literally and figuratively. All three fingers pumping deep inside me gradually increasing in speed. I angled my wrist ever so slightly and a new world of pleasure open up before my as my fingers brushed up against my clit with each and every movement.

  As I moved and the pressure went through me like nobody’s business, my mind turned back to cocks. Simon’s in particular. I’d never seen it of course but could impinge. I could definitely imagine and I did. Each stroke of my fingers becoming a thrust of his beautiful cock in my head. It was like I could see him onto of me. Looking down with his warm blue eyes. Warming my soul as he tended to my pussy. Giving me all the pleasure I’d never know I’d wanted but craved like life the second I knew it was possible.

  In my head I wrapped my legs around him as he moved, taking hold of his shoulder. Trying to make it, so he couldn’t pull out. Not that I had any reason to think he was entertaining any such notions. Better safe than sorry I figured. Fairly sure I just might have died if he stopped before we had reached our conclusion.

  Simon kissed me as he fucked me, working his huge cock deep in my tight virgin pussy, filling me with pleasure. What would turn out to be a massive orgasm already building inside me. As with Simon’s cock, I could really only guess what it would feel like to have him cum inside me. Another thing I was suddenly and deeply desperate for. Nonetheless, it happened at the same time as my real-life orgasm.

  It was a warm, thick rush, filling me up inside. The warmth though through every bit of me making it feel like it was coming up from the core of me. I could have woken a hibernating bear with the sheer, ecstatic volume of my wail as I hit the apex of my orgasm. I had taken the fancy panties off a while ago and was glad. It was far from a dry orgasm and I would have hated to have to take the lingerie into the dry cleaners. Not least because I wouldn’t be able to wear it to work the next day.

  I crashed back down on the bed, having contorted up into some interesting shapes during my ecstatic exaltation. Physically pent but cosmically happy, I managed to get the rest of the lingerie off and then convince my still shaking legs to go all the way over to the dresser, so I could put away for the morning.

  Chapter Twelve - Skye

  It was a dilemma to be sure. Showered, shaved and fed, I stood naked before the bed where the lingerie had been laid. I did have a long coat if that was what the note had meant but still really couldn’t imagine doing such a thing. Even though it might be fun. There were girls I knew who were rumored to have done such things when I was growing up. Even though it was usually put as to reflect some sort of moral failing, I had to admire them.

  Staying with my still nervous nature, I decided to play it safe. I put the lingerie on true enough and then put together the most plain, and modest, outfit I could to wear over it. Not want to give any indication as to what lay beneath. Except to the very generous sender, who I still held a lot of hope was Simon, even though there were a few doubts knowing at the back of my skull like teething rodents.

  Wrapped up in the biggest coat I had, sent down by my uncle in Alaska the day after I arrived in New York, I ventured out on a mission to discover the bus stop, despite the fresh

  snowfall.

  I kept my head down as I walked into the office. My paranoia yelling at me that everybody knew. Despite the fact that it would have been quite impossible, unless everyone in the department had suddenly gained x-ray vision. It would also have to be x-vision that worked remotely because, as usual I was the third one in after Simon and Inga.

  Despite my fear of discovery it was also thrilling to be doing something so naughty. Once I got past my silly fears, it started to be fun and I felt pretty damn sexy. Besides which, the tit support was amazing. I’d long had trouble finding bras that fit quite right. Though in the magic, Christmas lingerie I felt supported and confident.

  Taking the opportunity, I went to the cubicle of Steve. The guy I was playing Secret Santa for. I’d gone a git bigger than before, hitting the oval thrift stores and artisan shops until I found just the right clip for the expensive silk ties he liked to wear. The little box safely situated on his desk, I retreated to my own part of the farm, finding a different sort of gift on my desk.

  Officially, assignments were supposed to be given out at weekly meetings. Anyone who finished early having to do busy work until the appointed time. That was the company policy. Simon marched to his own drummer, to the point of almost having his own band. I wondered if he’d noticed how bored I’d gotten the day befor
e. Whatever his reasoning, Simon had used his authority as head of the department to give me a new manuscript to work on. With a big, stupid smile I sat down to get started.

  The book looked fascinating. I wasn’t really aware of the author but that didn’t stop me. The synopsis which came with the manuscript, printed off from the author’s original submission email, described it as a ‘steamy paranormal romance procedural.’ It was a new one on me, and I was looking forward to it. Not least because it was a break from the grimdark of the last project.

  Despite having some obvious limits, we all do to some degree, the author seemed to be well aware of them and her strengths were near epic level. One of these god like gifts was in explicit powers of description. What the Greeks used to call ‘ekphrasis.’ This came in particularly handy during the love scenes, which tended to be long, detailed and frequent. I counted no less than five in the first eight chapters. About as far as I got before lunchtime rolled around. Nonetheless, it turned me on even more, and I was practically squirming in my chair before taking a break.