I shut the door and peeled off the horrid multi-coloured tabard I wear for work. I hang it over the corner of the radiator ready for tomorrow. I unbutton the top couple of buttons of my shirt and relax a little. A 12 hour day finished at last. The phone rang.

“Hey, gorgeous,” a delectable American accent purrs down the phone, “How are you?”

“Joe,” I smile and curl myself up on the sofa, “I’m all the better for hearing your voice, it’s been a long day.”

“Oh, I know how that is. Look, I’ve just finished at the office, I was wondering if it was okay to come round for a bit?”

“Yeah,” I smile, forgetting my tiredness, “that’s fine, love.”

“Great, I’ll see you in ten minutes then darlin’ bye.” “See ya.”

With a squeal I race upstairs and pull off the remainder of my work uniform. I hurriedly pull the duvet straight on my bed and throw dirty clothing into the basket. I have not got time to pick out an outfit as such so I just pull on my favourite long black skirt and a red jumper then race downstairs again. Lucy is still fast asleep, her hands raised to the sides of her head as if she’s surrendering. I gently smooth a hand over her blankets and smile. It is nice to see her so peaceful but I had missed her so much in the day I wish she was awake so we could cuddle and play and do mummy and baby things together. That is one of the major problems of being a single, working mum. You spend so much time away from the most important person in your life. Maybe I’ll win the lottery soon and I won’t have to work anymore. I don’t want to miss her growing up. It happens so quickly. I’ve never once regretted my decision to keep Lucy, not once but I do regret my circumstances on a regular basis. If only Lucy’s father hadn’t run out on us, maybe things would be different but then, if they were, I wouldn’t be with Joe and that in itself is a horrific thing to imagine. There is a commanding knock on the front door that jolts me from my thoughts.

I rush to open it and put a finger to my lips, “Shhh, Lucy’s asleep. We don’t want to wake her.”

“And hello to you too, sweetheart,” He smirks and drops a soft kiss on my lips, “I have missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” I sigh as he pushes the door to behind him and drops his briefcase on the floor, “it’s been too long.” He wraps his arm around me and pulls me close to his hard, tall figure.

“Way too long, sorry babe, it’s manic at work right now, you know I don’t mean to neglect you, right?” he kisses me again and the fire instantly flames up inside me.

“I know,” I gasp as his lips slip down to my neck and nuzzle there, “I’m just glad you’re here now.”

“Shall we go upstairs?” he asks with a cheeky squeeze of my buttocks. I yelp and giggle.

“Sure,” I reply, “just let me get the baby monitor.”

I slipped from his arms and was pretty sure I heard him sigh but maybe I was imagining it. Joe loves me, of that I have no doubt but sometimes I do wonder how he really feels about Lucy. I pick up the baby monitor from the coffee table and slip it onto the shelf by Lucy’s pram. She’s still asleep, I guess I should be thankful for the fact she is a deep sleeper, I can even use the vacuum around her when she’s sleeping and she won’t wake up. I flip it on and adjust it to pick up any noise from that end.

When I walk back into my little hallway it is empty bar a long, heavy coat hanging on the end of the bannister. Joe certainly doesn’t hang about. Once again the fire is in my stomach and I race upstairs. I burst into the bedroom and Joe smiles. He’s lying on the bed in his boxers.

“Strip off and join me,” he says, “I am desperate for you.”

I smile and put the baby monitor down on the bedside table. I feel his stare on my skin as I pull off my clothes as fast as I can. I hear him gasp as my bra is loosened and pulled away and my breasts shift to their natural position on my chest. I push off my trousers and knickers and slide onto the bed bedside him.

“Oh yeah,” he moaned as he rolled over and pressed his naked flesh to mine, “this is what I’ve been dreaming of. Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” His hands cup my breasts as we kiss. I had missed him too but each day he would ring telling me he was working late, I understood but I was always disappointed. Being with him now makes up for that though as his hands skim over my hips and squeeze my buttocks as I push my pubis against his naked hardness. He must have stripped his boxers off when I was concentrating on undressing myself.

“I’ve missed you,” I gasped when he shifted his lips from my mouth to my neck, “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I know darlin’, I’ve missed you too. I miss this hot body, and this cute smile,” he runs his hand up and down my side then kisses my lips, “and I’ve longed to fuck you, you’re the best,” he presses me back into the pillows and slips between my thighs. Sometimes you want foreplay. You need the slow build up, the massages and the ticklingly soft touches and all the teasing and tempting and then other times the arousal is so strong, so powerful you just need to fuck. This was one of those other times.

I clicked down the phone and rushed out to finish handing the last couple of Christmas cards in the hallway then I raced upstairs. Now was time to try on my elf suit.

I am not awfully happy with having to wear it without a bra but the way the shoulders fall would mean my straps would be on show and it just doesn’t look right. I certainly wouldn’t go out to face the public with my ample breasts swinging free but hopefully Joe will appreciate the easy access.The short skirt is fabulous and floaty and shows of my long legs but hides my chunky thighs, which I definitely approve of.

I pull on a par of long, knee high socks in red and white that work well with my outfit. I tend to wear the socks on cold winters days to keep my legs warm but they look kind of cool and Christmassy with the dark green and white of my elf suit. I’m just adjusting the hat when there’s a heavy knock on the door.

“Wow, he was quick.” I gasp as I hurtle downstairs, bell jingling. As I rush towards my door I really hope that it will be Joe there and not mum or a neighbour or a Jehovah’s Witness or something. I am not really attired for meeting the general public. I gulp in air as I open the door and sigh with relief when I see it is my Joe standing there.

“Well, hello,” he says, standing in the doorway, looking me up and down, “now I’m glad I rushed to get over here.”

“Hey,” I blush very aware of the cold breeze making my nipples harden and the possibility that someone could walk past at any moment, “come on in, and come on in!”

“Oh, I’m enjoying the view from here,” he says with a wicked grin, “you look so sexy.”

“It’s kinda cold with the door wide open,” I shuffle my feet around and rub up and down my hands in an overly dramatic fashion, “come on in and take a closer look.”

“Oh, okay,” he walks through into my hall and shut the door, “I just wanted to show you off a bit, I like to make you squirm.” Without pausing to remove his coat he pulls me into his arms and kisses me, His coat is cold and damp with Mancunian drizzle and I shiver as its coldness shocks my exposed arms and cleavage.

“Oh,” he pops his hot lips from mine, “sorry darlin’ I was so excited I forgot about my coat.” He quickly ripped it off and the suit jacket beneath. “You are one hell of a sexy elf.”

“Why, thank you,” I curtsy and notice his gaze is fixed firmly on my bouncing breasts. He steps forward again and pulls me into his embrace. This time it is warm and soft, like his kiss but the heat level soon rises as his mouth jousts with passion against mine and our hands roam freely up and down each other’s backs. Joe’s hands roam from my back to my sides and he cups my heavy breasts as I moan into the kiss. He skims his hands lower to my hips and then slips them up inside my top until they touch my naked tits.

“Oh,” he groans, squeezing my warm flesh, “you are a naughty elf,”

“Yes, Sir,” I reply my lips brushing his until he pushes back from me and pulls his hands from my body.

“Yes, a very naughty Elf indeed,” he continued, “We can’t tolerate wanton behaviour like this.”

I bite my lip and look down to the ground. My stomach whirls with nervous excitement as I wonder what will happen next.

I had thought that the doughnut was a good idea. It’s one of Terri’s favourite treats and she’s not been having them because she’d been so determined to lose weight for the wedding. Apparently though, it hadn’t been a good idea, I worked that out the moment I felt the pressure of the confection on my chest and heard the squelch of doughnut jam splattering all over me and my work shirt.

In hindsight, it was not the best idea to treat my darling curvaceous wife to be with a calorific dessert just after she’s spent an afternoon with her mother trying to fit into her impossibly small wedding dress. I’m not always the brightest star in the sky if you know what I mean but I just wanted her to feel better. I know her mum had a habit of stressing her out.

I gave her a few minutes after I heard her run upstairs. I’d like you to think that I was using some clever strategy, that I was giving her some time alone to deal with her anger. In reality I panicked and I spent ten minutes dithering about with my shirt and washing the dinner plates whilst I tried to work out what to do.

In the end I decided I had to go and check on her so I went upstairs and found her curled up on the bed, her back to the door. I walked over and sat on the opposite edge.

‘I’m sorry,’ I said, ‘I really am. I wanted to do something nice for you but I didn’t really think it through. All I want is for you to be happy.’

‘Food isn’t happiness.’ She sniffed.

‘No, it’s not but I wanted to treat the woman I love after what I knew would have been a stressful afternoon, I really meant to make you feel better. I didn’t mean to upset you at all.

‘But you know I’m on a diet.’ She sighed and rolled over to face me. I could see from the pink puffiness of her eyes that she’d been crying.

‘I know and that’s why I wanted to indulge you, because you’ve been so good lately.’

‘But John, I have so much weight still left to lose, the dress is nowhere near closing yet and the wedding is only six weeks away.’

‘Terri, I don’t want to upset you more but I honestly don’t understand why you’re doing this to yourself. It’s just a dress.’

‘I cannot walk down the aisle in my jogging pants and oversized T-shirt. I have the perfect wedding dress, the one I’ve always dreamt of wearing when I marry the best man in all the world. I have to wear it, I have to or I’ll know something just isn’t right. I want it to be perfect.’

‘Do what makes you happy, love, but all this stressing and dieting isn’t making you happy, it’s making you ill!’

‘I need to fit that dress, John, I need to and I will do what I have to do to make the damn thing fit.’

‘You do know that our wedding day is going to be perfect no matter what you wear or what happens, don’t you?’ I smiled and ran a hand down her arm.

‘I’m going to marry you, so of course. It’s going to be the most special day of my life to date, I know that, I do. I know I sound crazy going on about this dress but it means so much to me.’

‘I know it does, I just don’t want you to make yourself ill stressing over it.’ I placed an arm over her shoulders and she snuggled up against me.

‘I know. You’re only looking after me. I’m sorry about the doughnut, I shouldn’t have thrown it at you.’

‘It’s all right, love. I don’t think any permanent damage has been done, well, I might never wear that shirt again. Jam is a bugger to get out.’

Terri Laughed. I was so relieved to hear that sound that I squeezed her tightly.

‘I can get another shirt.’ I shrugged.

‘Or you could go topless, I really like that idea.’ She purred and lifted her face to mine for a kiss.

‘I don’t think the guys at work would appreciate it,’ I squeezed out between kisses.

‘Ah, but the girls would love it,’ she added, running a finger down my naked chest.

‘So you say,’ I gasped as she followed her finger trail with kisses, ‘I’m not so sure.’

‘Any hot blooded woman who sees this lithe, lean chest,’ she stroked my stomach and made my cock bounce within my trousers,

‘and this perfectly flat stomach will not be able to stop herself from imagining what it would be like to touch you and to slip her hands under your waistband.’

As she spoke she pulled open the button on my work pants and teased down the zip. Her warm hand insinuated itself inside my boxers and then her delicate fingers grasped my hard on.

‘They’d want to do this, to feel your cock in their hands as they admire your gorgeous body. They’d want to get down on their knees before you and suck you, all the time looking up and enjoying the view.’

Her voice alone turned me on.

My mind became a haze of lust as she touched me and kissed down to my stomach, stretching her body out beside me until she was laid on her stomach with her mouth poised just above my cock.

‘But, they will be left frustrated at the end of the day whereas I can live out my fantasies.’