My Secret Santa's Secret Baby

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.