I woke up late to an empty bed. It was Christmas morning.

Monica should have come home last night, I thought. She was a magician's assistant and they had their big Christmas Eve show last night. She said she'd be here for Christmas morning. But where was she?

I stumbled out of the bedroom, half a wake. The tree was still on from the night before.

Monica's purse and things were on the floor by the front door. That was strange. Where was she?

"Surprise!", she said and I about hit the ceiling. "The show ran late and I told the magician to just leave me like I am. I said you'd like it," she smiled. "I had him just put me in a box and put a bow on it. Don't I look cute?"

She looked amazing. Her face pressed against the opening of the box. Her feet in black nylon and red high heels.

"Well don't just stand here! Get me off this floor. There is a hole on the bottom of this box and the floor is awfully cold against my pussy. Warm me up!"

I kneeled down and lifted her box, sitting her on my lap as I sat on the couch. She glanced down at the hard on tenting my pants right in front of her.

"Do you like what you see?", she smirked.

Oh, yeah. I slipped the high heels off her feet and stroked her soles. She giggled and said, "Silly, stop that. You've gotten your present now I want mine."

She glanced down at my pants and said, "Unwrap that baby!"

I didn't have to be told twice. But once unwrapped, it was pointing at me and not her. She couldn't reach it from inside her box.

So I put a hand around each ankle and lifted her up, tilting her forward to get a taste. Her feet and toes squirmed in my grasp as her tongue went to work.

I tilted her up for air and to see if she was still doing okay.

"You know, you'd get a better view if you turned me around."

I rotated her around in my hands so she faced away from me, leaned back and tilted her mouth back down, receiving a wonderful view of her wet pussy lips. After a few strokes of her box back and forth, I was hard as a rock and I couldn't take it any more. I rotated those lips over myself and brought the box down hard, letting go.

While I could no longer see her face, I could definitely hear her moan. Her feet shook up and down on each side as I tickled them, causing the box to rock up and down on me. I spun her around to face me, drilling into her deeper than ever before.

She was fully impaled, and the look on her face was pure bliss.

"C'mon. Use those hands to pump me up and down," she said as she wiggled her feet, urging me to grab them.

Who was I to argue?

It was definitely going to be a merry Christmas.