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“Oh, Nicholas, you look exhausted this year.”“It’s a labour of love, my dear.”Mrs. Claus rubbed her husband’s knotted shoulders. “Shall we raise your North Pole?” she asked, leaning in to nibble on his earlobe.“You should pack, love. The Arctic and Antarctic aren’t exactly next door. They’re poles apart,” he joked.“It’s already done. Everything’s in the sleigh.”“Well in that case…” he said, unbuttoning.“Oh, Nick, you charmer,” she laughed. She gave his shoulder a squeeze. Moving around the chair to face him, she maintained contact, trailing a finger down his chest.“Guilty as charged,” he winked, as he freed his prodigious length.Evelyn Claus knelt, drawing him into her mouth. He moaned at her first long, slow suck. Her lips slid along his rigidity, as she applied firm, steady suction. Before long, she allowed his cock to slip from between her lips. He groaned at the loss of contact. She lifted her maxi skirt, hooking her panties down past her hips, sliding the underwear to her ankles, before stepping out of them.Nicholas stood. “Iron throne or Chair Doggy Style?” he asked. “I’m too tired for more…acrobatic endeavours.”In answer, she bent over the chair seat, rather than its back, bracing herself with her forearms. She wriggled her plump ass. Nick lifted the skirt over his wife’s broad hips.“Merry fucking Christmas to me,” he said. “Evelyn, if I wasn’t still full of milk and cookies, I’d eat every inch of your sweet ass.”He entered her slowly. She moaned, throatily; was wet and ready for him. Sucking cock always made her cleft glisten with dew. Sure, they were old, but vigorous; they’d never needed NP jelly, the North Pole version of KY jelly that the sex-obsessed elves used. Soon Nicholas’s pelvis was slamming repeatedly against his curvy wife’s ass, with pounding strokes. His thick cock stretched her labia. Their pleasure built until they came together; he grunted while she moaned her pleasure.That evening, they said their goodbyes at the sleigh.“Have fun and bring me back a penguin,” he joked. She’d raved about seeing penguins for weeks. And what better way to fulfill her dream than to spend New Year’s Eve with a group of scientists who lived with the creatures year-round.“I didn’t get down that way this year—to the research bases: no children. So, the elves packed Christmas gifts for the lady scientists.” Nicholas wanted to wink but kept a straight face.“Just scientists, dear,” she corrected. “Not lady scientists.”“Just fucking with you, sweetie,” he laughed.“Have fun otele gelen escort with the boys. And, Nick, don’t listen to Mr. Frost. Jack claims to suck a better dick than me, but he’s full of reindeer shit. Have a gay old time,” she winked.The reindeer were eager to set off. The group of young deer would take over on the big day, in the year to come; another generation of reindeer had just retired. Hyper-sonic speeds were a young deer’s game. At this stage of their training, the trip to Antarctica would take almost two days, with a three-day stop planned so Evelyn could lie in the sun on the beaches of St. Thomas. By next Christmas, the reindeer would zip around the world in no time flatThe sleigh had everything Evelyn might need. It was open to the air, but climate controlled. No matter what altitude the sleigh reached, the air didn’t thin out. Nick had never once come close to filling up the magical, elfin storage hold.Landing just outside Korea’s Jang Bogo station, in Antarctica, on the morning of December thirty-first, Evelyn was deeply impressed with its futuristic look. Its triple-winged modules were a lovely blue. She read the English on a bilingual banner: Welcome, Charlotte Olympia. Happy New Year.Holy shit. Charlotte was the hottest young designer. Evelyn had a few pairs of her heels. The best things about Ms. Olympia, Evelyn felt, was that she catered to plus-sized women as well, not using the one-size-fits-few approach of the other high-end fashion houses. On the morning of Christmas Eve, as was their tradition, she and Nick had opened their gifts. Nick grinned as she’d unwrapped another pair of the famous designer’s footwear, but not heels. He called them designer fuck-me boots. And fuck her he most certainly had.It’ll be a thrill, meeting Charlotte. I’m happy I didn’t pack just practical and casual clothing. The sleigh sure beat flying first class, when it came to luggage allotment. The elves had written out tags on the gifts, but she couldn’t read most of them. Joyeux Noël, Delphine, one read. Evelyn idly wondered what the French woman would unwrap. There was a crate of Champagne in the hold.Evelyn, apparently, didn’t rate her own banner—as Charlotte had—but she was welcomed enthusiastically. “Evelyn Claus,” she said shaking hands with the group of women who’d assembled. Her assigned translator was lovely. A tall beauty from Seoul, Kyung-Mi had waist-length hair with an enviable sheen, balgat escort and soft highlights. Her limbs were long. They were so slender that her elegant legs were not all that much thicker than her graceful arms. They must all be a part of the fashion contingent, Evelyn thought, as she admired Kyung-Mi’s heels. By Olympia Couture, of course.Kyung-Mi named each of the women. Evelyn smiled but would never retain the information. The women were all stunning. But she could hardly wait to meet the scientists.“Mi-Sun is a meteorologist,” Kyung-Mi added. The woman smiled. And what a smile!“Nari, a glaciologist.” Was glaciologist suddenly a synonym for bikini model? Evelyn wondered, stunned.Young-Soon, who was extremely petite, possessed passable English so gave her own job title: Oceanographer. Evelyn thought of Nick with a smile. He joked about small women, saying it was a good thing to come in small packages.Min-Gee: Biologist; Jin-Ae: Chemist.Delphine, the woman whose gift Evelyn had spotted earlier, announced her specialty, the title rolling off her tongue. Her soft voice was melodic: Géologiste. Delphine was gorgeous. She was plump, with strawberry blonde ringlets and emerald-green eyes. And freckles. Evelyn loved freckles. As it turned out, Kyung-Mi, the translator, wasn’t an editorial model with a specialization in sexy thigh-gap. “I’m an Atmospheric Physicist. I have the best English, so I’ll translate.” She shrugged. “Space is at a premium, so if you don’t mind, you’ll bunk with me.”In the same bed, Evelyn hoped.Delphine smiled, taking Evelyn’s hand. Her accent made Evelyn more than a bit tingly, as did her mix of French and English words. “Les visiteuses can ‘ardlee wait to meet zee pingouins,” she winked. “Eet is true wiz you as well, non?”Fuck me, Evelyn thought. These panties are ruined.“I’d love to see the penguins. And if you will help me unload the sleigh, you’ll find presents the elves packed for you. No peeking. You can open them tonight. And I’m sure some of you would like to meet the reindeer.”Kyung-Mi translated. The excited women scattered to collect their outerwear. The reindeer were a hit, of course.  “After breakfast, we’ll go out to see if there are some penguins about. There’s no natural habitat here, but we can take snowmobiles out. We should see some Emperor or Adelie penguins.” Looking at the sleigh, Kyung-Mi lowered her voice: “if I can be so bold as to hope for a ride,” she said with a quirk elvankent escort of her head toward the sleigh, “we can go visit an area that has thousands of penguins.”“Sharing a ride with you would be a highlight of my trip,” Evelyn winked. She was out of practice, flirting with new people.Kyung-Mi smiled, taking Evelyn’s arm, leading her to their shared accommodation. Evelyn was disappointed to see an actual bunk bed.“Top or bottom?” Kyung-Mi asked. “I cleaned up earlier.”Evelyn’s quick mind filled with responses: whichever one you’re using; or I’d love to top you; or even, it’s a shame you cleaned up, I love a bit of pussy tang.She went with option four. “I’m easy.” She winked; Kyung-Mi’s smile broadened.The expedition was a success. They saw loads of seals, and a few of the tuxedoed gentlemen on the floes.A group of businesswomen had arrived by plane while they’d explored the area. They didn’t look happy. Evelyn retired to her room. Whatever was going on, she didn’t want any part of it. She’d had a most wonderful day and didn’t want it ruined.Kyung-Mi returned, looking stressed. Evelyn took her hand. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”“Charlotte’s charter was diverted. Mechanical issues. She’s cancelled, and we have a group of angry alphas, and no speaker for their dinner tonight. Would you do it, Evelyn? Make a speech?”Kyung-Mi looked deeply into her eyes, beseechingly. Evelyn nodded her response. Kyung-Mi leaned forward. Evelyn did too. The lovely young woman captured her lips. Evelyn’s growing attraction was apparently reciprocated. And if the books on Kyung-Mi’s small shelf were an indication of her preferences, it couldn’t be better. There were Harper Bliss titles, who wrote beautiful, lesbian age-gap romances. And then there were the books by Lee Winter…and Evelyn had packed a power suit.When Kyung-Mi saw Evelyn in her business attire, she looked weak at the knees. Evelyn gave her a playful wink. “Later, sweet Kyung-Mi. We’ll have our time together.” They kissed again, more deeply. Reluctantly, they broke apart.“I need to make notes for my speech.”At the dinner, Evelyn stood at a lectern, arranging her notes. Her heels added inches to her height.  “Hello, ladies. I’m Evelyn Claus, COO and co-founder of North Pole Christmas Works. I’m your replacement keynote speaker.” Everyone looked pissed, except the scientists. Tough crowd. She waited for Kyung-Mi and Delphine to translate.She’d written speaking points but, given the frosty glares, decided to just wing it.“You must have some questions. Let’s open up the floor.”“We’re businesswomen. It must be nice for you, relying on slave labour.”Evelyn waited for the translations. She was immune to snark, standing there in her power suit, with Delphine and Kyung-Mi at her side. She caught Kyung-Mi’s eye. Lee Winter novels, huh? Evelyn channelled her inner Ice Queen.

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