Landslide

by NJ Cole

  We laughed, but he took Carter’s hand. “Seriously, Carter, I insist. Your daughter is here, and a hotel is no place for a family to celebrate Christmas. Head up tomorrow morning.”

  “I have a meeting tomorrow afternoon.”

  “Have Max take her and then you can join them later,” Nigel countered.

  Alone time with Mackenzie? I had to jump on the opportunity.

  “Actually, that’s a great idea. We can have a home cooked meal for once. Mackenzie can stop at a store and get food for dinner on Christmas Eve and Christmas day. It would be nice to get away from the city for a while, too.”

  “See? It’s settled, then. I’ll have the key delivered to your hotel later tonight.”

  Carter didn’t object, and I tried to contain the excitement I felt. I wanted to leave at the crack of dawn so that I’d have even more time alone with my babygirl.

  Setting out right after breakfast, we headed toward the country, stopping off at a market and loading the trunk with tons of food.

  Mackenzie looked spectacular, as usual, dressing in a long grey sweater over navy blue leggings. As much as I wanted to pull over and fuck her senseless, I wanted to get to know her more.

  Our conversation was light, talking about our likes and dislikes. I asked her about how school was going, and she told me she was considering a major in political science. For a moment, I fantasized about having her work on my campaigns.

  Before I knew it, we had pulled into the driveway of the summer home. I’d been expecting a small cottage, but it was a two story home that had to be several thousand square feet.

  The inside was immaculate. There was a large kitchen, a dining room, a spacious great room, and a small theater room on the first floor. The second floor had three generously sized bedrooms. I put my bag in the room at the top of the stairs and Mackenzie’s in the room next door. I hated having to put her bag in a room that wasn’t mine, but Carter would be here in about six hours, so we wouldn’t be able to share.

  She’d finished putting the groceries away by the time I walked into the kitchen. She watched me cross the room, but her eyes weren’t on me; they were fixated on the silver chain I held in my hand. After I placed it around her neck, she looked up at me and said in a sweet voice, “Hi, Daddy.”

  I’d been rushed with her on the plane and the other day at the hotel, but this afternoon, I would be able to take my time.

  It was slow and sensual. She gave herself to me completely as we found pleasure from each other. Two hours later, while she lay in my arms on one of the beds, I heard her stomach rumble.

  I loved that she blushed at the sound. “Let’s make something to eat.” She sat up and I wrapped a sheet around her. “You were wonderful, little girl.”

  I reached up to remove the necklace, because as much as I wanted to play Daddy, I wanted Mackenzie time a bit more.

  “Let’s go into town for lunch.” We had passed a little village about ten miles from the house.

  It was Christmas Eve, and I wasn’t sure if anyone would be open, but we were lucky. There were several shops that we were able to stop in. I loved watching the way her eyes lit up as she looked at the different trinkets.

  She went over to the tree that was in the center of the shop. “I love Christmas trees. They’re so magical.” Glancing around to see that we were alone, I pulled her toward me and kissed her on the lips. Mackenzie was right; it did feel magical.

  “Let’s get one,” I said, causing a huge smile to spread across her face.

  “I want to make it look just like this one,” she giggled.

  “Great! Pick out the trimmings, and make sure to get a star for the top.”

  “You mean angel,” she said, biting her lip.

  “No, a star goes on the top of a tree. You know, the star shined down, and all…”

  She put her hands on her hips. “Angels go on top of Christmas trees. The angels looked down from on high.”

  It was a playful argument, but it was fun to see her defend her position.

  “We need someone impartial,” I laughed, noticing the shopkeeper watching us with a smile. “Excuse me, Miss,” I asked the woman who had to be in her seventies, causing her smile to widen. “Would you please inform this lady that it is indeed a star that should top a Christmas tree?”

  “Don’t let him bully you or sweet talk you,” Mackenzie interrupted. “Everyone knows it’s an angel that should top the tree.”

  The woman laughed and said that she would be right back. When she returned, she handed Mackenzie an angel made of glass. In the angel’s hands was a large star.

  “Perfect,” we both murmured, looking into each other’s eyes.

  “Let me wrap that up for you. If you want a tree, Henry might still be open. I’d hurry, though.”

  I left Mackenzie in the shop to pick out the trimmings while I walked down the block to find Henry and his trees.

  After choosing one and tying it to the top of the car, I started back toward Mackenzie. A snow globe in the window of another little shop caught my eye as I passed. It was a couple standing in front of a Christmas tree kissing. The scene in the globe looked just like the one I’d shared a bit ago—except there had been no snow—and I wanted Mackenzie to have it. I knew we couldn’t be together often, so I wanted her to remember that moment.

  I entered the shop and took the snow globe from the window. A woman, who reminded me of my mother in age and demeanor, stood behind the counter.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. That isn’t for sale. It’s simply a decoration.”

  “Are there more? It’s a gift and would mean a lot to me. You see...she really likes Christmas trees. Just name your price.”

  The woman looked at me and smiled. “There is no price, but you may have it. I can tell she means a lot to you.”

  I sighed in relief. “Thank you so much. At least let me give you something for it, though.”

  “That isn’t necessary, it’s my pleasure. Besides, it was meant to be…look.”

  I glanced out the window to see snow begin to fall. Now the scene in the globe looked just like the outside.

  “Let me go wrap it up.”

  “You don’t have to do that.”

  “Of course I do. It’s a gift!”

  I smiled as she searched for a box and then began to wrap it in beautiful silver paper. When she was finished she topped it off with a blue bow.

  Deciding to browse the store while I waited, I looked into a nearby display case and saw a delicate, silver snowflake. It hung from a round piece of silver. “Is this a charm?” I asked, bending down to get a closer look. I noticed that it had a small, clear stone in the center.

  “That is a special occasion charm designed for a specific bracelet.” She held up a matching bracelet for me to see. “Each charm means something different. For example…” She took the snowflake charm out of the case and handed it to me. “This one will remind her of today.”

  “I’ll take it. And a bracelet, too.”

  The snow fell harder as I walked toward the store Mackenzie was in, package in hand. For the first time in years, I was both excited and nervous about a gift I was giving.

  Mackenzie was ready with the packages when I got there, and we loaded the car. It took us quite some time to get back to the house, as the snow had begun to fall faster, and the roads were narrow and winding.

  There were several inches on the ground by the time we pulled back into the drive. I had the tree halfway into the house when I was hit with a snowball in the back of the head. The snowball fight that ensued left us both cold, wet, and out of breath. Mackenzie made some hot chocolate while I brought in the tree, and we decorated it while sipping on the steamy mugs.

  The afternoon flew by as we laughed and talked while covering the tree with all of the trimmings she’d chosen in the little shop. When we were done, we stepped back and admired it. I was impressed, as it looked identical to the tree she’d fallen in love with.

  “Shall I start dinner?
My dad should be here in an hour or so.”

  “Then kiss me before we can’t.”

  We kissed again in front of the tree, though I was able to enjoy her at a more leisurely pace this time. Just as I was kissing my way down her neck to the collar of her sweater, my phone rang, making us jump apart.

  “Fuck!” I hissed, making her giggle. “Hello?” I said into my phone, though I knew it was Carter from the caller ID. Mackenzie smiled and walked into the kitchen, leaving me to the call.

  “I’m glad I got through. Did you guys make it there alright?”

  It seemed an odd question.

  “Yeah, we made it here fine. Mackenzie was just going to start dinner. What time will you get here?”

  “Apparently you haven’t turned on the TV or looked outside. Nearly a foot of snow has fallen this afternoon. I’ll never get there on those back roads. It should hopefully be clear in the morning. You two will be all right tonight, won’t you? I’m really sorry I won’t be there for Christmas morning, but I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Containing my excitement for the remainder of the call, I listened to the details of the meeting he’d just attended.

  It was a bit of a melancholy feeling as I stood in the doorway watching her make dinner. I’d never wanted a wife; I had decided that over a decade ago. While having a wife and family did add to your credibility rating with the voters, a cheating wife or a troublesome teen took away much more. It just wasn’t worth the risk to me. Besides, I wasn’t the kind of guy who could settle for one pussy for the rest of my life. Yet as I watched her move around, humming to herself, I began to doubt my decision a bit. It really was pointless, though, I realized, shaking my head. It wasn’t like I could be with her. Even forgetting who she was, the age difference was insurmountable. I knew what I was to her, and what she was to me. Logically, I knew it couldn’t be anything more, but for today, I could live in fantasy land.

  “Is everything okay with my d—Carter?” she asked, finally noticing me.

  “Yeah, he wanted me to pass along a message. He hopes that you aren’t terribly disappointed, but he won’t be able to make it up until morning.”

  “You mean I’ll be here alone with you…all night?” She was twirling her hair around her finger. “Oh what shall we do?”

  I picked her up in my arms and spun her around. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I carried her into the living room, both of us laughing the entire way.

  She arched her back, giving me access to her perfect breasts and stomach. I couldn’t resist the opportunity so I started tickling her. Setting her on the couch, I continued my torture, holding her in place while she squealed and wriggled beneath me. I tickled her until she was breathless.

  While she caught her breath, I looked down at her—hair fanned out across the cushion and cheeks pink. She had never looked more beautiful. The moment our eyes locked, her giggling stopped. A strangled whimper escaped her lips as I pulled her into a toe curling kiss. I’d probably have taken her right there on the couch if the oven hadn’t made a beeping sound.

  “It’s um…warmed up,” she blushed.

  “Mmmmhmmm.” I laughed at her double entendre. “Why don’t you go put dinner in the oven and I’ll go and see if there’s a movie we can watch while it cooks.”

  While she put the roast and potatoes in the oven, I went into the theater room and turned on the large, flat screen television. It only took me a minute to find what I was looking for.

  “It’s a Wonderful Life?” she giggled when she walked in and saw the screen.

  We spooned on the couch, watching the classic film. She felt perfect in my arms, and I couldn’t help but to wonder, just as Jimmy Stewart did, if I’d made the right choice. He seemed so happy with his wife and kids. Was I missing out? It was the second time today I’d entertained such thoughts. Maybe I was just sentimental because of the holidays.

  As the credits rolled, I realized that she hadn’t moved in quite some time. I shifted and confirmed that she was asleep. Gently lifting her off of me and putting her back on the couch, I made my way to the kitchen and finished dinner.

  She awoke as I was putting everything on plates, and we had a lovely meal together. It was late by the time we ate, and I wanted to get to bed early so I could spend as much time with her as possible.

  We did decide to have a glass of wine under the tree before bed, though. I went upstairs to wash up and change first; I had something special in mind to wear. Earlier, when I’d hung my jacket in the closet, I’d noticed a Santa suit. I had no idea if she had a Santa fantasy or not, but I was about to find out.

  After a quick shower and shave, I put on the red velvet ensemble. I had skipped the padded belly and beard, but slipped on the pants and jacket.

  As I walked down the stairs, I was filled with anticipation of the look of surprise on her face. As it turns out, I was the one who was stunned.

  Standing before the tree, in a sheer white nightgown, was my baby girl. The glow from the lights made every curve of her body visible through the gauzy white material; she looked like an angel.

  “Hi, Santa,” she whispered.

  I’d completely forgotten I was wearing the suit as she bit her lip and fidgeted in place. She was the only woman who had ever affected me that way. I was almost at a loss for words…almost.

  “Come sit on Santa’s lap, little girl.” She giggled and joined me on the large armchair. “Tell me what you want for Christmas.”

  “I already have everything I could have wished for,” she smiled. My heart melted at her words.

  “Well there must be something else you want.”

  She bit her lip and her cheeks flushed pink.

  “I think I know what you want, and I’d be willing to give it to you, but I just have to check my list to see if you’ve been naughty or nice.” I grinned as I reached into my pocket and pulled out an imaginary piece of paper. Shaking my head, I laughed. “Uh oh, it looks like you’re on the naughty list.”

  Her lip puffed out as she pretend pouted. “Santa, maybe we can work out a deal.”

  “I don’t know, little girl. It seems to me that what you need is a spanking.”

  Turning her over my knee, I could see her ass through the sheer fabric and I groaned at the sight. I brought my hand down hard, and although the material was there, the sound of my hand hitting her skin echoed through the room and settled right onto my cock. With each swat, my dick got harder and harder. Sliding my hand up under the gown, I first felt the heat of her ass then the wetness of her folds.

  “Now, little girl,” I said, pulling her upright, “what was that deal you wanted to work out?”

  “Well, Santa,” she said, sliding to the floor between my legs, “You can tell me if I’m a good girl…” She untied the string of the red velvet pants. “Or if I’m a bad girl.”

  She was feisty, but I loved it. When I felt her warm lips on my cock, I couldn’t help but groan. “Oh, Baby, you are a very bad girl, but you are so good at being bad.”

  Her head moved up and down over me, and I wanted to keep her on her knees between my legs, but I had other plans. She looked too amazing for me to not be able to see her.

  I stood and pulled her to her feet, then led her over to the tree. Standing innocently in front of it, with the lights reflecting in her eyes, she looked up at me with adoration. My stomach fluttered when I looked into her baby blue orbs. I’d had dozens of ‘little girls’ look up at me, but all of them had been acting. Mackenzie was the real thing, and it was affecting my body in ways I hadn’t expected. Sure, I’d anticipated the swelling of my cock, but the racing heart, butterflies in my stomach, and sweaty palms were all a surprise.

  There was some consolation in the fact that her body was reacting similarly to mine. Fixating on the outline of her nipples visible through the fabric, I watched her chest rise and fall rapidly.

  Gently, I pressed my lips to hers, exploring her mouth with my tongue. I left her panting for breath as I kissed my way across her
jaw, down her neck, and to the neckline of her night gown. As I worked my way down the material, I couldn’t resist stopping at her pebbled peaks. I felt the moan that escaped her body vibrate through my tongue as I licked her nipples through the fabric.

  Dropping to my knees and continuing on my mission, I kissed my way down to the apex of her thighs, rubbing my nose on her clit through the material of her night gown.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  “Santa would like to give you a gift, but you have to do exactly as I say. Will you be a good girl?”

  She nodded and whimpered, “Yes.”

  I gathered the material of her gown and lifted it to her waist. “Hold this up.” Her hands shakily took the fabric and she held it tightly in her fists. “Spread your legs wider, little girl.” Her feet inched farther apart. “Now don’t move.”

  She stayed still as I flicked at her clit with the tip of my tongue. I knew she’d need more, but I was going to take my time. Each flick, lick, and stroke of my tongue teased her until she was a quivering mess. Grabbing onto her ass cheek with one hand and plunging two fingers into her pussy with the other, I held her in place as I brought her to orgasm.

  As she came undone on my tongue, I couldn’t help but smile at the situation. I, dressed as Santa, had just performed oral sex on a woman who looked like an angel…all in front of a Christmas tree. It couldn’t be more wrong, yet everything felt so right.

  Chapter 12

  It had been an amazing day—from the moment we’d gotten in the car together until the moment he carried me up the stairs and put me in the center of the bed. Every time he was with me physically, I felt sexier and sexier, yet it was more than that. I had a great time with him even when we were doing other things. I’d loved getting groceries and shopping in the small town, as well as the snowball fight and the tickling session we’d had. When I was in his arms watching the movie, I’d felt so at peace that I had fallen asleep.

  It wasn’t sexual when we were lying on the couch, but that hadn’t kept me from getting wet. Dinner wasn’t sexual, either, but I couldn’t help staring each time he put something into his mouth. He didn’t seem anywhere near as affected as I was, though, and I began to wonder if he’d had his fill of me earlier today. So when he’d suggested that we change into something more comfortable and meet back in the living room for a glass of wine before bed, I’d second guessed my outfit. When I found out about the trip, I’d gone shopping for some new lingerie. Amongst all of the stockings, garters, and leather in the shop, a nightgown had caught my attention. It had a low scoop neck made of a delicate band of white lace. The material of the dress hung from the band and fell loosely over the mannequin’s body, cascading all the way to the floor. The gown wouldn’t have been sexy at all if it weren’t for the fact that the material was sheer. At first glance, I would appear almost virginal and very ‘little girl’ like, but given the proper lighting, I knew it would leave nothing to the imagination. I’d been sure of it when I’d brought it to the counter of the boutique, but now, I had butterflies in my stomach as I slipped it over my head.