A Shemale Christmas Carol

At first I just chalked it up to being around a bunch of noisy kids and I wasn't hearing her correctly, but now that we were no longer around any kids her voice sounded more, for lack of a better word, manly than ever. But it didn't bother me, though; I still wanted to jump her bones in the worst possible way, and I had a strong feeling that Sheila knew what I wanted to do to her too.

"I said do you like what you see, Santa?" she said to me again as she turned around and faced me.

By this time she had stripped down to her bra and panties. She looked sexy as hell, and my burgeoning erection responded accordingly. I was still so stunned by the way she was acting that I found myself again unable to answer her question. Sheila just gave me a sexy smirk before turning around and walking towards the door. She locked the dressing room door and then strode over to me, her sexy hips swinging back and forth as she walked, making my dick harder and throb that much more inside my tightening Santa suit. She got right in front of me and bent down. As she was bending over, her hair brushed against my face and I had to keep myself from moaning at her perfumed scent. But I couldn't keep from grunting out in surprise when Sheila grabbed me in the crotch of my Santa suit and held my dick and balls tightly in her hand.

"Mmmm," she cooed at me, grinning like a cat in heat. "I guess Santa does like what he sees after all!"

After fondling my excited genitalia for a little bit, Sheila let go of me and went back to the other side of the dressing room. She didn't bother to turn around this time as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall to the dingy floor below her as she turned around so I could get a good look at her tits. They were small and perky and round and her rosy pink nipples were already erect as my dick. I guess "Santa" wasn't the only one getting excited! Sheila grinned at me again and asked, "Would you like to see more, Santa?"