Christmas Spirit

Anja Weatley had just served her last customer and with a sigh she finally managed to close the doors. It was well after six in the evening on Christmas Eve and she was exhausted. She had been on her feet since eight that morning without a break. It had been a busy day of trading in her gift shop which pleased her but it also wore her out. At the age of thirty six a busy day would not normally cause such fatigue but it had been three weeks of such days and now it was over for another year and it had not happened too soon for Anja. For a second she leaned her back on the door, allowing it to take her weight as she closed her lovely green eyes.

Anja’s reprieve did not last long however. Before she could move away from the door she was startled by a knock on the glass. Her eyes flew open and by instinct, her head snapped around and she inspected the handsome male face that was looking down at her with a pleading expression.

At just one hundred and fifty seven centimetres tall most people looked down at Anja. It was something that she had long since come to accept. One consolation was that her height was at least in proportion to her slender build.

“I’m closed” she called through the glass tucking some loose strands of brown hair behind her ear. Her long hair had been neat when she started out that day but it had got more untidy as the day wore on. Now at well past her closing time she longed to just let it loose.

“Please” he said gazing at her with beseeching eyes that would not have been out of place on a puppy.

For a second Anja stared at the attractive male face on the other side of the glass. He was tall and lean and looked to be thirty something. With short dark hair and light blue eyes surrounded by long black lashes he really was very good looking. Anja could not help the feeling of power that she got from realising that in that moment, she had complete control over the fortunes of one of nature’s beautiful people. She could turn him away empty handed, which she had a perfect right to do or she could help him out. But as quickly as that thought occurred to her she felt a measure of disgust with herself for enjoying herself at his expense and she moved to unlock the door.

Going Home

Part 146

Laughing as she wrapped her legs around him and pulled his hips hard up against hers Grace said “properly hey? Now what would you consider a proper thank you?”

Leaning on one arm and running his other hand slowly down her body Josh’s eyes followed his hands before returning to her face. Giving her an intent look he said “well this is working for me so far, but there is one problem?”

“What?” Grace said with surprise.

Josh leaned down, kissed her neck and whispered “way too much clothing.”

Laughing Grace said “well that can be easily fixed” and pushing him on to his back she levered herself up off the couch. Locking her eyes on his she slowly pulled her top over her head. With a seductive smile she started undoing her jeans before lowering them and letting them drop to the floor. She stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

Although enjoying her teasing display, Josh could not take it anymore. He needed to touch her and jumping up off the couch he wasted no time. Reaching her, Josh picked her up and with her legs wrapped around his hips and her mouth finding his, he kissed her with hunger and strode towards the bedroom.

 Josh stood Grace on her feet next to the bed and ran his hands over her lovely body.

Needing to touch him too, Grace grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and with Josh’s help lifted it up over his head. After running her hands over his upper body, loving the feel of smooth skin over toned muscle, Grace moved over to the bed and lying down watched as Josh removed the rest of his clothing with haste before covering her body with his.

Going Home

Part 145

As Grace pulled back and looked down in wonder at the ring her tone was incredulous when she said “but how did you get it so quickly?”

Shrugging Josh looked away and said “maybe I looked at it when I bought your birthday present.”

But Grace, always quick on the uptake, had a feeling there was more too it. With a warning in her voice she said “Josh.”

“Yeah well let’s just say you beat me to it.”

Regretful now, realizing that she had spoiled things, Grace rushed to apologise “oh Josh I’m so sorry.”

Looking at her and picking up her hand Josh said in a quiet voice “don’t be. I’m not. I like it better this way.”

Curious Grace said “so when were you going to give it to me?”

Shrugging again Josh said “I was working on New Years Eve.”

 Closing her eyes a minute Grace said “oh God I wish I’d known. I was so nervous asking you.”

Josh had raised an eyebrow when she opened her eyes and glanced at him. “Why do you think I like it better the way it happened?” he teased.

Laughing Grace hit him playfully on the arm “chicken.”

“Maybe” Josh said with a smile not admitting anything. Then watching her as she continued to just hold the box he said “are you going to try it on?”

Smiling Grace held out the ring box.

Josh wasted no time taking out the ring and slipping it on to the third finger of her left hand.

It was a perfect fit and after watching the light reflect of it for a minute Grace looked up at Josh giving him a brilliant smile, “thank you” she said.

“No worries” Josh said with a grin before pushing her onto her back and leaning over her. In a teasing tone he said “but that wasn’t much of a thank you, so how about doing it properly?”