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Mary XXXmas

byTx Tall Tales©


The Queen of the Mistletoe & the Ice Princess entertain

This is an entry in the 2010 Winter Holidays Story Contest.


I wasn't happy to be in the office, to tell the truth. It was Christmas Eve, one of our company's two floating holidays. We have a small satellite office in Ft. Worth, mostly to support one very important customer. All the employees knew the floating holidays were for the day before Christmas and the day after Thanksgiving.

Unfortunately, not everyone's an employee. We had twenty-one full-time employees, three-part time, two contractors, and an overseas partner working out of our office. The hourly paid contractors, and our guest partner had all chosen to work this day, so I had to be there as well. I guess I should clarify - somebody had to be there, and as the manager and one of the few single people in the office, I took it upon myself.

I wasn't looking forward to it.

I pulled into the parking lot at 7:55, just as I always did. My life was pretty non-existent outside of work, and I lived within a mile of the office, so traffic was rarely a problem. Especially on Christmas Eve.

I had the office to myself, and did my usual morning preparations, prioritizing my efforts, organizing my work, and checking for any overnight email. I had written a few emails the night before, and as was my habit, mailed them out before 8:15. I know it's a little odd. I hated to send out midnight emails, making it sound like I had nothing better to do. By saving them for the morning, instead it looked like I was a go-getter. Being in a remote office, I had to garner attention where I could. I didn't want to be a regional manager forever.

I managed to bury myself in the never-ending workload I seemed to always endure, and was startled out of my concentration when I heard a crash from the front office area. I hurried down the hall and around the corner to see what was the matter. Mary, my admin, was lying on the floor, trying to extricate her limbs from a folding chair that seemed to have closed up on her while she was standing at it. It was a funny sight, and although I was tempted to giggle, her sad look, so incongruent with her dress, had me falling over myself to help her.

Her dress, or lack of it, set me back a second, but I brushed it off staying as professional as I could.

I knelt down and opened the chair a bit, where it was pinching her leg. I reached for her foot, encased in three inch white heels, and lifted it past the chair's folding mechanism, forcing her knee up and outward, while trying to avoid making it too obvious as I took a peek up her ridiculously short dress. "What happened?" I asked solicitously.

"It's these stupid heels! I just fell off the chair," she pouted, while I freed her second leg. Each pretty stem was encased in green and white striped socks, perhaps they should be called stockings, which ended a couple of inches above her knees, and several inches below her hemline. She was wearing a form fitting shiny green dress, with a furry white ruffle around the bottom and covering the shoulders. Her cleavage was deep and rather daring, with a small red bow tying the two sides of her top together, otherwise she'd be showing more than she was covering. A fallen matching green elf hat completed her ensemble.

I understand it takes a while to describe it, but only a second to enjoy it. She looked cute as a button.

I'll go ahead and admit it. I think my admin is adorable, but never more so than that day. I try to behave myself, and not stare too much, but for once I was helpless. She'd worked for me for over a year, and had become as comfortable as an old shoe. I'd hired her right out of high-school, on a recommendation. She was young, refreshing, ebullient. A tiny thing, maybe 5'1", and looking even younger than her 18 years. She was so cute, sometimes I wanted to throw propriety to the wind and just hug her.

Lifting her legs and pulling her out of the chair had given me a heart-stopping view between her open legs. Her outfit had shifted up around her waist, and the cutest little red panties were all that covered her teen treasure. Wow. There were times when I wanted to do more than just hug her. A lot more.

But I resisted. I didn't need the headache of office relationship issues, and heck, I was almost old enough to be her daddy.

* Come here, little girl. Sit on Daddy's knee. *

She carefully stood, and brushed herself off, putting her hat back on.

"What are you doing in today?" I asked, straightening the chair.

"Mom had to work, so I figured I might as well, since the office was going to be open. I thought we could try to make it a little festive around here." She waved a sprig of mistletoe with a grin. "Hold the chair for me?"

It was a little embarrassing, holding the chair steady, my arms almost embracing her legs, while she stood, stretching her utmost to tie the mistletoe around a sprinkler head. Her short skirt was raised high, exposing the bottom edge of her tight young buns, and my head was only a couple of inches away from her satin covered crotch. If I just leaned forward an inch or two, I could kiss her there. She was standing under mistletoe, after all.

I closed my eyes, and concentrated on keeping the chair steady.

She giggled, and I turned my head and peered upward, avoiding any obvious look between her legs. She was grinning at me, and ran her fingers through my hair. "You're always the gentleman, aren't you? I'm sorry, I didn't realize my dress would ride up like that." She tugged it back down, and rested her hand on my shoulder while she stepped off the chair. The big step backward raised her knee beside my head, and lifted her skirt up, once again giving me another full view of her teasingly tight panties.

I folded up the chair, and looked over to see her still grinning. She cleared her throat, and gave a glance upward. I followed her gaze to find I was directly under the mistletoe. She moved forward and gave me a quick little peck on the lips. "Merry Christmas, Boss."

"Same to you, my little holiday elf."

She giggled and took off on errands unknown. She was actually skipping. Jeez, to be that young.

I tried to concentrate on my work, since it wasn't going to go away on its own, but found it was a nearly impossible task. After maybe an hour or so I surrendered and decided to take a coffee break in our breakroom.

I stopped at the doorway, and saw my busy little elf hadn't been idle. She'd hung a few decorations, and had Holiday cookies and a big punchbowl of eggnog set out. It looked like enough for an army. I could see that she'd enlisted our European visitor to help her. Helga was from Sweden, but not the tall lanky Scandinavian super model I'd secretly envisioned. She was a mousy brunette, with reddish highlights and a squarish face hidden behind out-dated large rimmed glasses. Her English was impeccable, although she had a distinct accent. Unlike my hotty Christmas elf, Helga was wearing her typical jeans and oversized t-shirt that gave little clue to her possible femininity.

Mary saw me and squealed. "Don't move Boss!" She grabbed Helga's hand and dragged our thoroughly confused guest after her, stopping just inches from me. "You are a naughty one today, aren't you?" She giggled. Seeing my look of confusion, she pointed upward, where she'd stapled some more mistletoe just over the door. She jumped up, pulled my head down and gave me another quick peck. "See, anybody standing under the mistletoe, gets kissed!" she explained to the nerdish brunette.

"This is common practice?" Helga asked curiously.

"Just at Christmas, especially Christmas parties," Mary explained.

"We have mistletoe, but it's for couples who are fighting to kiss under. It is like a flag of truce," she explained.

"Well, in America, it's a flag of surrender." She grabbed my shirt and shook me, more like shook herself to be honest. I easily weighed twice what she did, and had her by a good foot or more. "Surrender your kisses, or face a fate worse than death!" she growled straining upward to steal another peck.

Helga raised an eyebrow, then reached for me. I leaned over and gave her a kiss. She wasn't content with the quick peck Mary had delivered, and hers lasted a couple of seconds, with a tiny flick of her tongue, a naughty little tease.

I'm sure I blushed.

They gave me some space and when I headed for the coffee maker, Mary interceded, blocking my way. "C'mon, Boss. Loosen up! Have a little eggnog. We are," she insisted, pouring me a cup of the festive liquid. I took a sip and knew that if they drank much more, I'd probably be carting them off in a wheelbarrow. "That's pretty strong," I said.

"Oh, it's not so bad, and it's not like we're going to get much work done around here today anyway." Mary pouted.

"I'm not complaining, just noticing," I told her, taking another sip.

Mary had a mug of her own, with maybe an inch left in the bottom, and passed another one to Helga. "Skoal," she said, lifting her glass for a toast.

"Skål," Helga corrected gently before tipping her cup back.

I left them to their decorations, and headed back to my office. The girls were giggling and Mary cried out, "One last thing boss..."

I turned and almost got run over. "Mistletoe," she giggled and kissed me again, this time making a little more effort, easily besting Helga's attempt. At least for the moment, since Helga was right behind her, showing me she was no slacker either.

I knew I should have spoken up. Propriety in the office. A time and place for everything. All that jazz. But Damn! I liked those kisses. And it was Christmas. Nobody was around, anyway. Right?

Back in my office, I straightened out my trouser snake, and composed myself. After a few more ineffective minutes I decided to forget about work altogether, and see if I couldn't help the girls with their festivities. I hunted down Mary and found her watching Helga on the receiving end of a kiss from Paul, our IT guy. I was proud to say I'd gotten a better one.

"Mary, why don't you order in some lunch for everyone?" I told her passing her my business AmEx.

She grinned and took the card, dancing around like a kid. "You're the best boss! A cold cut platter Ok?"

"Sure, whatever you think," I told her.

"I'll just run next door and get it. Who wants to help?" she announced. Paul raised his hand like a schoolboy, and even cynical Ron muttered, "Sure, why not?" She used the classic Eeny-Meany-Miny-Mo to select her assistant.

"Let me get my coat, it's cold out there," she explained, heading down the hallway a few steps ahead of me.

I saw a chance to get a little revenge. I followed her quietly into the reception area and waited until she turned around slipping her topcoat on. I stepped in front of her, making her pull up short. She looked surprised.

"Mistletoe," I teased, pointing upward.

I couldn't have asked for a more joyful smile. "Now you're getting in the spirit!"

I pulled her close and gave her a big kiss, nibbling on her bottom lip before letting her go. No little kiss for a little girl. This was the real thing.

"Wow!" she sighed. She moved in and gave me a quick hug before taking off on a jog down the hallway.

I joined Helga and Ron, our test specialist, in the breakroom. I should say I almost joined them. Helga had her eye on the door, and cried out, "Wait! Wait!" as I entered, hurrying over. She gave me a hug and a fiery kiss, before allowing me to enter. "I like your Christmas tradition," she giggled. "So much better than candles on the head."

Which left me puzzled.

She filled a coffee mug with eggnog and passed it to me. "Skål," she offered, and I did my best to mimic her toast, which sounded like Skoal but my pronunciation always earned me a correction.

Ron was explaining our Christmas ways, and she nodded enthusiastically. "I know, like your movie, A Rifle for Christmas. Red Ryder."

"A Christmas Story," I corrected, "and I guess you're right, it does show a lot of our traditions: the parade, the gifts, telling Santa what you want, opening a present the night before, and of course the big Christmas dinner."

"But I don't remember the eggnog," she teased, taking a sip.

She seemed shorter and I noticed she was barefoot. I guess the eggnog was kicking in.

"National Lampoon Christmas Vacation," Ron said. "They drink the eggnog from the moose cups."

"Ja," Helga nodded smiling. "Another good American Christmas. All the family visiting." She suddenly looked a little sad.

"Why the pouting," I asked her.


"Sad look," I explained, mimicking her.

"Oh, I miss my family. The holidays are family time," she explained.

Ron nodded, "I know, I was hoping to go home to Madison, but it doesn't look to be in the cards this year. My first Christmas alone."

"That's why God made Denny's," I quipped, maybe a little sardonically.

"No family for you either, Jack?"

"None local," I confessed.

That got me talking about my extended family, and them talking about theirs. I was surprised when Paul walked into the room with a huge platter of food. It seemed they hadn't been gone nearly long enough. Mary was following in his footsteps, but paused for effect, just inside the doorway. She glanced up at the mistletoe in expectation, cocking her head with a teasing smile.

Ron didn't disappoint, tripping on the corner of the table in his haste to claim a kiss. No doubt about it, the kisses were getting better. I ambled over more in control, and took mine after he let go, and was overjoyed to feel her tongue pierce my lips and tangle with mine. I stepped back after a few seconds and almost lost all control when Helga stepped into my place, and planted a big one on my sweet elf.

She laughed as she pulled away, and sweet Mary stood in a daze. "My, well, that was unexpected, but nice," she said softly, adjusting her hat. I tugged her forward, "We need to get you out from under there, before everybody comes back for seconds."

She blushed, then made for the eggnog, where she filled her cup before taking a long drink. "Mmm, that hits the spot. It's cold as a witch's tit out there."

It was nice, chatting about Christmas, while snacking on the finger foods. We talked about some of our favorite Christmas's and the best gifts we remembered as a child. That eggnog was strong. I was working on my third cup, and was starting to feel its effects.

Paul retreated to his office, and cranked up some Christmas music, which was surprisingly loud from his computer speakers. He returned to the breakroom, but was stopped in the doorway by our little Swede, who was definitely in the spirit of things. He accepted his kiss and seemed a little disappointed that Mary didn't rush over and collect another one. She was leaning on the counter, looking out the window, and I walked over beside her, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible while I checked out her panty covered butt. Leaning over like that, her dress only made it half way down her sweet cheeks.

I moved behind her, and tugged it down a bit. "You're going to give those boys a heart-attack." I told her, patting her bottom, almost recoiling in shock over what I'd done. It just felt so natural.

"Penny for your thoughts," I offered.

"I was just wondering what it would look like all covered in snow. You know, a real white Christmas," I could hear the alcohol in her slowed speech. I'd have to pull the plug on her soon.

"It would be nice, wouldn't it? The whole world looks so clean and pristine after a fresh snowfall." I looked her over. "Almost as pretty as my favorite elf."

She blushed. "Do you really think I'm pretty?"

I had to chuckle. "I'm not blind, nor am I dead."

"You don't ever say anything," she teased.

"You're right. I'm not very good at stuff like that. I'm afraid you might think less of me. Let me make it clear. You're absolutely adorable."

She pouted. "Adorable? Kittens are adorable."

I leaned closer, lowering my voice, "Beautiful. Stunning. Achingly pretty. And impossibly sexy."

She laughed, a beautiful laughter of silver bells and wishful promises. "Meet me under the mistletoe," she whispered.

I followed her to the doorway, and she spun about, almost falling. I reached out to catch her, and she slid into my arms. Our kiss was the best yet, a long, exploratory kiss, with my hand moving away from holding her and on to caressing her.

We had a large open area outside the break room, which opened into our conference room, and several of the window offices. It was outfitted with a couple of small couches and a pair of large padded arm chairs. I was steering her to a couch, since she appeared a little unsteady on her feet, a combination of the booze and the heels. We never quite made it because White Christmas started playing and she asked me to dance with her.

It was impossible to say no to such a pretty and adorable elf. She slid back into my arms and we swayed to the music, while I enjoyed holding her.

"How come you're not married, and don't have a girlfriend?" she asked me.

I never was one to talk about your personal life in the office, but I guess there are exceptions to everything. Blame it on the spiked eggnog. "Just never seemed to work out. I don't run into many interesting women away from work, and I never wanted to get caught up in one of those office romances."

"You need to get out more, get some hobbies, go to parties. You're quite the catch, you know." She was holding me awfully tight, but I wasn't about to complain.

"How about you? Beautiful young girl, you should have the boys lining up for you."

She giggled, "Sometimes I do. But I'm tired of boys. They disappoint me. I guess it's complicated. I'm not willing to settle."

I leaned over and kissed her hair. "Smart. Don't settle. Don't ever settle. You deserve the very best."

I saw that the rest of our small party were moving into our domain, taking a nice extended break under the mistletoe, while Helga rewarded her entourage.

She had seemed so quiet and reserved in the short time she'd been with us, but a different Helga was unveiling before my eyes.

Ron definitely seemed the more outgoing, with Paul taking a backseat to everything going on. He was a willing participant, and the first to help out however he could, but Ron was the one who'd stop Helga under the mistletoe, and take his kiss, while Paul would wait for the invitation.

The song ended, and my winsome elf withdrew from my arms. "I need to sit down," she giggled. I couldn't help but smile at her. I'd never seen her this cheerful, playful, or giggly.

She plopped down on the couch, and patted the space next to her, where I joined her. I saw her pout, a ploy I was starting to recognize. "Shoot. I'm all out of eggnog!"

Paul was up out of his chair in a flash, and scurried to the kitchen returning with the entire punch bowl, which was less than half full, and ran back to get some cups. He moved some of our demo equipment off a nearby table, and put the eggnog there before filling cups for Mary and I.

She smiled for him, and grabbed his hand. "Go get me the mistletoe. I think I owe you two kisses, but I'm too tired to get up. And my feet hurt."

Ron had pulled over the other couch until the arms almost touched, almost facing ours but at a bit of an angle. Helga and he sat down, with Helga closest to me, our knees almost touching. Paul was only gone for a few seconds, pulling one of the break room chairs over and freeing the mistletoe. He brought it over and gave it to Mary, who acted overjoyed.

She staggered to her feet and did a little pirouette. "Don't you guys love my outfit?" She had her arms extended, twirling for us.

I think everybody made it pretty clear her outfit was a huge success.

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