Dan’s Female Christmas Present

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12/09/24 • -1 min

Steamy-Stories

Widower gets a special visitor on Christmas Eve.

By PaulStevens. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy stories.

Dan felt like a small child, sitting up watching his phone for alerts that his midnight delivery had arrived. It was like he was waiting for Santa or something, well in his case, more like a Mrs. Claus. Not that Elly was as saintly as the real Mrs. Claus, but she was getting him out of a jam with his 9-year-old daughter this year, and that made her saintly enough.

In Jane’s last difficult months of life, Elly was her faithful friend. In the months since Dan lost Jane, Elly continued to help him navigate the challenges of raising 2 kids alone.

For Elly, it was a blessed distraction from her own failing marriage.

Finally, Dan heard his phone buzz, and looked down to see the text; 'Here', on his screen. He hopped up and went to his garage and let Elly in the side door, before leading her into his shop, where he knew they would not be overheard, should someone be awake & snooping.

"Evening Elly, did you get my delivery?” Dan asked. “Everything look okay?"

"Yes, absolutely.” Elly said, cheerfully. “It looks fantastic, thank you so much for assembling that. You were a life saver, just sorry I missed you. Gracie will be thrilled when she sees it in the morning."

Dan was mesmerized, staring at the glorious pair of jugs protruding from under Elly’s red silk blouse. He quickly recovered himself. "Glad I can help! Assembling dollhouses I can do, clothes buying and fashion, not so much. Did you have any trouble at the mall?"

Elly smiled, "Nope, as I told you, I was buying for Gracie and Josie anyways, picking up a few things for Samantha was no problem, and you do fine. Seriously, I'm not great at trends either, but at least they'll all match each other, so they can suffer together. I got some of Sam's stuff a size up from what you said by the way, her birthday isn't for ages, and she won't make it to the fall in the size she's in." Elly said handing Dan a stack of packages that, he noticed she had wrapped neatly for him, another thing off the list, tonight. “I hope you don't mind?”

"Oh, not at all, I hadn't noticed, clothes were clearly not my department. Jane usually;" he stopped; thinking of his late wife; and fighting back the grief, "anyways, thanks."

"Hey, Dan don't feel bad, like I said, you're doing great. These are minor things considering what you three have been through, given Jane's passing. Speaking of clothes, I also brought this," she held up a paper grocery bag, "for Owen, I noticed his clothes are getting a tad small, when I picked him up the other day. I had my sister put together some of my nephew's old clothes, these should hold you for a bit. If you want more; let me know, she's got plenty. She's just going to donate them, if you don't need them."

"Wow, sounds great, and thanks for everything, Elly; you've been a life saver."

Elly smiled, "right back at you Dan, if I had to hear from Charlie, one more time about how I can't handle a dollhouse because I can't use tools, I was going to scream. Not that I can't, I just had zero time or space to do that without ruining it for Gracie."

Dan chuckled, "Charlie should know plenty about tools, that guy is the biggest one I've ever seen, how he ever got you, will always boggle my mind. As for the dollhouse, no problem. You should see the stuff in my living room, it looked like Santa's workshop in there, this month."

"Umm; a workshop full of toys and Christmas eve delivery, you sure you're not Santa?" Elly winked.

"Late night gift delivery, perfectly wrapped I might add, thank you for that by the way, saved me time tonight. You sure you aren't Mrs. Claus?" He said, smiling.

"Nope, just a friend helping out a friend, and as for the wrapping, same with the buying I was on a roll, figured you wouldn't mind, besides, given I missed you tonight, it’s the least I could do. I'm just glad my sister invited us to stay with her, so I could drop these by last minute."

"So, you are at your sister's place for Christmas?"

"Yeah, Isabelle didn't want me being alone this Christmas, especially with Charlie being such an ass about the divorce all year. So, she convinced her kids how fun it would be to have their cousins stay."

"Well, should make for a joy-filled morning for sure. Le...

Widower gets a special visitor on Christmas Eve.

By PaulStevens. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy stories.

In Jane’s last difficult months of life, Elly was her faithful friend. In the months since Dan lost Jane, Elly continued to help him navigate the challenges of raising 2 kids alone.

For Elly, it was a blessed distraction from her own failing marriage.

"Evening Elly, did you get my delivery?” Dan asked. “Everything look okay?"

"Oh, not at all, I hadn't noticed, clothes were clearly not my department. Jane usually;" he stopped; thinking of his late wife; and fighting back the grief, "anyways, thanks."

"Wow, sounds great, and thanks for everything, Elly; you've been a life saver."

"Umm; a workshop full of toys and Christmas eve delivery, you sure you're not Santa?" Elly winked.

"Late night gift delivery, perfectly wrapped I might add, thank you for that by the way, saved me time tonight. You sure you aren't Mrs. Claus?" He said, smiling.

"So, you are at your sister's place for Christmas?"

"Well, should make for a joy-filled morning for sure. Le...

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Sweet Melissa

Mountain Christmas in the arms of an old friend.

By PapaBear76. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"Wait. Please stop. Turn your cute little ass around and come back here..."

A couple of days before Christmas, my girls and I loaded into my aging Jeep Cherokee and headed for their grandparent's home in the mountains. Upon finding out that my socialite ex-wife was "doing Christmas in Hawaii" I had been on top of the world. See, I love the rest of that family with all my heart.

My own family was almost gone. We lost Dad some years back. My brother and his family moved to South Florida and our mom was wasting away in a nursing home, her mind long lost.

I had married the middle of three girls. She was "the pretty one". She had modeled and done a bit of acting. Something snapped in her when our youngest, Katie, was four years old. Rebecca, the ex, wanted to chase the glamour again. With a sudden demand for mature models, she took off. We divorced and she took up with some douche-bag producer. They seem to make money. They jet around and meet celebrities. She sends money for the girls. She was missing the growth of two wonderful young ladies. Good riddance.

My former in-laws, Charlie and Joan had a beautiful place up in the Rocky Mountains. They bought and paid for it long ago when mountain land was cheap. I love to visit and take my two girls, Judith and Katie. I pick my times when Rebecca will not be there. It's not that we don't get along. I just can't listen to her prattle on about their travels and celebs she met. It ranges from annoying to nails on a chalk board.

The eldest girl was Elizabeth, Betty to the family, was tall and slim like her dad and Rebecca. Her features were slightly masculine but pretty. In her life she had had boyfriends and girlfriends. Mostly she kept her relations away from the family. Most recently she had a long running thing with a handsome older man named Daniel. They seemed happy together. Betty smiled more than I ever knew her to.

Then there was Melissa, the youngest. Missy, to the family. She wasn't tall and slim like her dad and sisters. She was short like her mom and carried some extra weight. She actually had a nice figure under the clothes she wore. I had seen her in a classic one-piece swimsuit. She was impressive. Melissa was a buxom little lady with a small waist and a round bottom. Most of her winter wardrobe went straight down from her bust to her hips. This made her appear to be shaped like a beer keg. But oh, what a face. She was genuinely cute with her mom's light blue eyes, eyes that I could easily get lost in.

We made our last pit stop before climbing the mountains. With the snow everywhere, our trip was taking much longer than normal. I escorted Judith and Katie to the ladies room of a clean truck stop. I waited, then walked them back to the Jeep and locked them inside with snacks. Then I went in and took care of my own business. That's our procedure. Too many horrible people in the world these days. Judith saw to letting our tabby cat, Tabby use her litter box in the floor of the car. Finally, we were ready to get back on the road.

Although it was midday, we wanted to wait about eating more than just a snack until we got to Charlie and Joan's house. There would be lots of food and Christmas treats. There was more snow on the road. I put the Jeep in four-wheel high range. I had good tires. It would be slow but easy. With Tabby back in her carrier, the girls got under blankets in the back seat. The heater in the car works great. Eight-year-old, Katie said looking at all the snow made her cold. Eleven-year-old Judith returned to her headphones listening to "God knows what." Katie smiled. She was happy that she was going to "Grandma Joanie's". Clearly, Katie was enjoying her childhood more than Judith was her own. Judith had been old enough to question her mother's leaving. She was now facing her twelfth year and the changes it would bring.

On most of the road, the highway department had done a fine job. In other places, the Jeep was doing it's part like a champ. As we traveled, my mind went back to Sweet Melissa. Thank you, Greg Allman.

The first time I got to spend any time around Melissa, I knew that I had married the wrong sister. There was something about her. Anytime I was near her, I felt this force acting through the core of m...

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24: Jack and Nina.

Jack Bauer gives Nina Myers more than expected.

Based on a post by Talking Bowl. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Nina Myers stared at Jack Bauer, a mixture of fear and vulnerability in her eyes. Just moments before, Ed, who had been sent along with Jack to help guard her on the truck ride to the airport, had slumped over unconscious into Jack's lap, the victim of a ‘mickey’, which the rogue CTU agent had slipped into his bottled water. It had taken her tired mind, already rattled by Jack's previous violent interrogations back at HQ, a few minutes to process the full implication of the look on his face.

To see the faintest trace of a smirk that played across his lips, and realize that he had been in the process of outwitting her, even as she had thought she was doing the same to him. Her previous taunts faded from her lips, and she stared at him in fear, dry-mouthed, her heart thumping in anticipation.

For what seemed like an eternity, they did not speak. The only noise came from the dull roar of the engine, the rattle of the truck as it jostled down the road, the almost imperceptible sound of their breathing, and Nina's heartbeat, which, although only she could hear it, was almost deafening to her ears. Finally, she licked her lips, swallowed hard, and screwing up her bravado, said:

"You got me, Jack." The words came out in a husky croak. He did not speak or move. Clearing her throat and holding her head a little higher, she tried again.

"What are you going to do to me now, Jack? Kill me?"

"I would never give you the satisfaction," he hissed. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he started to move towards her, bracing himself against the pitch and roll of the vehicle.

"What, then?" Bolder still. "Beat the shit out of me? Leave me unconscious for the guards to find, and then say I slipped and fell?

"Or is it a mind-fuck;" (she caressed the word fuck, trying to make him savor it) "you want? Interrogate me a little more, try to make me piss myself, and hope I'll end up blubbering everything to you? Even you can't be that naïve," Nina sneered. "Don't forget, Jack, I'm as good at this as you are."

Jack smirked. "Not quite." He was halfway towards her now. "Don't forget who's in chains here."

"And why is that, Jack? Because I got away with something you never thought I could? Because I did it right under your nose and you never had a goddamn clue?" Fire glinted in her eyes. "Because you had the chance to kill me, but you just didn't have the balls to; "

Nina's words turned into a yelp as Jack's hand shot out from his arm, grabbing her by the throat. The momentum of his grasp was so great that it lifted Nina out of her seat, until she was standing tilted back against the honeycombed metal walls of the truck. He rammed his torso against hers, pinning her in place, and put his face so close to hers that she could practically taste his hot breath with her tongue. The musky scent of his skin filled her nostrils, bringing back lewd memories despite the pain at her throat. Voiceless, she croaked out;

"Jack; let go; "

"Beg me," he snarled.

"What?"

"Beg me, Nina."

"; please; "

"Please what?"

She stared at him blankly.

"Please what!" He tightened his grip, making her choke anew. "You may not work for me anymore, Nina, but you are still under my command! And as long as you are under my command! You will do! As I fucking say!" His face was flushed red, his breast heaving with exertion. "Now Please, fucking what?"

"Please; Sir; "

"What?" His voice suddenly dropped in volume to a husky purr, and he put his ear up to her mouth. "What was that? Speak up, I can't hear you."

Nina tried to speak, but could only make choking noises. Realizing he had made it impossible for her to carry out his orders, Jack loosened his grip on her throat, ever so slightly. Trying again, Nina gasped out:

"Please; sir; will you let go of my throat?"

Without a word, Jack let go of Nina's throat, but kept his body pinned against hers. Nina gasped as the air rushed back into her lungs. Her breathing was still slightly constricted from the pressure of Jack's weight against her ribs and diaphragm, but at least she no longer felt as if she were drowning for lack of air.

Silence again, more charged than before. Jack's mouth by her ear, hers ...