Christmas In August - Part 1/2

Yesterday was an absolute whirlwind, so I’ll be returning everyone’s emails and texts shortly.

I know I missed my blog post last week, so I wanted to share something special from last night - an evening that had been planned out well in advance.

Do you remember the first time I wrote about the couple from the blog “Uh Oh, What Have I Gotten Myself Into”? Well, that was us last night, joined by a special guest I invited along who we will name Mr. J. We also had another get-together last month, but that’s a story for a different day. You can familiarize yourself with the story by clicking on this link: https://www.autumnmassage.com/post/uh-oh-what-have-i-gotten-myself-into

Mr. and Mrs. G arrived a little later than originally planned because I had to push my timeline back a bit, all intertwined with what I’ve been dealing with on the personal side of things. They were incredibly patient while I managed everything. Part of that chaos involved sorting through some of my clothes at my condo. While doing so, my Santa outfits - tucked away in boxes of dresses and lingerie - instantly caught my eye. Even though I had a mountain of things to do yesterday, progress was being made. Slowly. Surely. Just like the evolution of my relationship with this couple. It took them a year or two to finally come and see me together, and I give 100% of the credit to both of them for working through their hurdles. From what I understand, even though they’ve always been a power couple, their bond has truly never been stronger.

Going back to the Santa costume, I thought it would be so much fun to dress up. I didn’t really get the chance to wear my holiday outfits last year, or even put up my tree. For me, the magic of that time of year lives in the sparkle of ornaments and the glow of beautiful lights. You don’t have to formally celebrate Christmas to appreciate that specific kind of seasonal beauty - or to love seeing women getting dressed up in sexy, fluffy, velvet-y costumes. 😉

I decided to put together a cute holiday look for myself, and then I found my adorable fit-and-flare Santa dress that I wanted Mrs. G to wear. Without spoiling too many details of our last encounter, I had also dressed her up in a sexy outfit during that session. She had disclosed that stripping was something she always wanted to try, so I wanted to find an ensemble that matched that fantasy in that moment. I personally adore dressing up and feeling sexy, and I know a lot of men enjoy dressing up with me too (whether they bring their own clothes or step into something from my collection).

They arrived at the door and let themselves in at my direction. They thoughtfully brought pizza along - and even though I don’t usually eat pizza because it isn't the healthiest choice, I always make exceptions to ensure I’m still enjoying life and indulging in delicious food once in a while.

I retrieved some wine glasses from my "drying rack" - which is really just my dishwasher, an appliance I've literally never used in my life at my condo- and Mr. G asked everyone whether they preferred red or white. If you don't have both options on hand, how can you possibly make the moment feel festive?

The ladies wanted white and the men wanted red. We sat down, dug into the pizza, and I showed her the Santa dress. After having a few slices each and enjoying some wonderful conversation, she headed to the bathroom to change. The dress fit her like a glove and looked stunning.

As her and I sat on the couch conversing with Mr. G and J listening in, both her and I dressed for the season, the conversation drifted into playful territory. She shared that Mr. G has worn her panties in private situations just to be playful and make her laugh. As an aside, I think dressing up can be so much fun. It doesn’t always have to be serious or purely erotic; sometimes, the simple act of a woman taking charge and telling a man what to do can be wildly enticing for any man (or woman), even if it's something they’d never normally do without direction.

That gave me a brilliant idea: why not dress the men up too?

I found a pair of thigh-high nylons attached to a garter belt as a single piece and had our guest wear them. For Mr. J, I grabbed my Santa chemise and had him wear it like a vest, though there was zero chance of getting it to button around him. It even had those fluffy, white jingle-ball pompoms on either side.

Next, I found a cute corset crop top and fastened it around his front. Even though it was super tight, I managed to clasp the back. I positioned the fluffy white Santa pompoms right over his nipples to make them look like they were protruding from the cold, playfully mimicking the sensation of the room heating up. Finally, I found a brand-new pair of thigh-highs and put them on him - though I didn’t pull them all the way up, intentionally making it look like he was wearing Santa boots.

I asked if they’d be okay with us snapping a photo, and they readily agreed. I reassured them that I wouldn’t be capturing anyone's face, but I knew we had such a cute, whimsical ensemble going on that it was worth documenting.

This story is to be continued later today once I receive permission from everyone on whether we can share the photo as-is, or if I'll need to crop out the individuals who prefer to keep their privacy.

Stay tuned….