Jopper's Holiday

Sleigh ride

December ninth

The Hawkins Santa Claus parade was one of the most anticipated events of the year, drawing a crowd the likes of which the town rarely saw. Joyce was required to work an extended shift on the day of the parade, as were most of her co-workers, but she didn't mind. She liked the parade; the marching bands, the hokey floats, the flushed faces of little ones exhilarated by fresh air, candy canes and warm cocoa.

Nothing gave Joyce a greater thrill than the sight of St. Nick himself, and more specifically, the sight of his grand red sled gliding by on its wheeled trailer. Every time Joyce laid eyes on the iconic vehicle – decked out with jingling bells, black leather reins and plush red interior – her heart beat a little faster and her work tunic began to feel a bit too warm.

Perhaps Joyce should have felt uncomfortable possessing impure associations with a symbol of such innocent tradition, but she couldn't help it. The mere mention of the parade transported her back to a night spent trying to shake the restlessness of being eighteen in a dead end town - a night spent with Jim Hopper, as naughty as it was nice.

She never did learn how Hopper acquired the keys to the warehouse. When asked about it, he just shot her a sexy, mischievous grin. "I'm good at finding things," he shrugged, slipping the key into the padlock.

The building's interior was unheated and completely dark. "If I'd known how cold it would be in here I would have worn an extra sweater," she whispered.

"For what I have in mind, the less clothing the better," Hopper replied, and Joyce's whole body flushed with anticipation.

When Jim disappeared from her side, she was so terrified that she almost called out, her fear of being alone nearly outranking her fear of being discovered trespassing. The flick of a switch echoed in the massive room, a single floodlight illuminating a far corner of the space; and there it was – Santa's sleigh, in all of its twinkling, scarlet glory. As her eyes adjusted to the light, Hopper reappeared, took her hand, and led her in the direction of the float.

Jim climbed in first then helped her up, Joyce all the while struggling to suppress her laughter. "Hop, you're really something, you know that?" He fell casually back onto the cushy red velvet seat, causing the vehicle to jingle its many bells. "This isn't going to work," Joyce giggled. "We're going to get busted for sure if this thing chimes like a church every time we move."

"Let's be really still, then," Jim whispered, pulling her down next to him and kissing her mouth while his gloved fingers unbuttoned her coat. "We'll make a game of it. Whenever one of us makes a movement that rings the bells, that person has to remove an item of clothing..."

"That would be more fun if it wasn't freezing in here."

"Joyce, my dear, that IS the fun of it. Look, I rang the bells first, so I'll start." Hopper removed one of his gloves with a flourish, then immediately slid his warm, bare hand up under Joyce's sweater and camisole. She gasped and drew back too quickly. Jim laughed and Joyce discarded one of her mittens.

They kissed, Joyce feeling an electric rush between her legs as his tongue slipped into her mouth. Choosing her moment, she carefully rested her icy cold mitten-free fingers on the back of his exposed neck and Hopper gave a little yelp, setting the bells tinkling again. He stood up, dutifully taking off his other glove then, holding Joyce's attention with his hot blue gaze, seized the edges of the sleigh, giving it an aggressively deliberate shake.

"Hey! Hopper you can't –" but Jim had already shucked off his coat, the roguish grin never leaving his face.

"There's no rule that we can't speed things along a bit," he remarked, sitting down next to her, careful not to jangle the bells. Joyce shot him a mock glare that dissolved into a smile as he drew her close and began to kiss her neck. Hopper was clean-shaven in those days, but on this particular night there was a hint of stubble on his chin. The bristles against her skin were already giving her shivers when he began to nibble her earlobe. Her breath was coming in short, steamy gasps, but still the bells didn't sound. Joyce was determined to make him work for it.

Jim's hands slid up her skirt, along her pantyhose and at first Joyce thought he was going to tug them down by the waistband. Instead, he happened upon a series of runs striating from the crotch of her hose, and with a quick rip found himself one layer away from the heat between her legs. "Fuck, Hop! What are you doing?" she stage whispered, sitting up too abruptly. Jingle, jingle.

"Don't worry, Joyce," Hopper said kindly. "I'll get you a new pair for Christmas. I promise." She stood up gingerly, tossed her remaining mitten to the floor of the sleigh, and straddled his legs in a reckless manner guaranteed to ring the bells. Shrugging her coat from her shoulders, she pressed her body to his, grinding her hips against him subtly enough that the bells remained silent. Through with playing fair, Hopper's fingers found the tear in Joyce's pantyhose, pushed aside the crotch of her panties and penetrated her wet slit.

Joyce groaned with pleasure, her body jerking forward with a force to shake all the bells. She happily paid the toll, employing the old change room stunt of unhitching her bra and tugging it through her sleeve without removing her sweater. "Well played," Hopper grinned, roaming under her camisole and massaging her bare breasts with his chilly hands.

Impatience set in and Joyce undid Hopper's pants without a care for the jingling of the sled. Jim pulled a rubber from his pocket, and soon Joyce was settling herself down on his ready prick. She rode him, in her torn stockings, her panties still on, the bells ringing in her ears, his breath hot and misty on her throat as she climaxed.

Then she was on all fours, moaning with each slap of his hips against her ass, the red velvet soft on her nyloned knees, the jangle of the sleigh increasing as Hopper reached his peak with a low growl.

Moments later, an authoritative voice was shouting at them from the surrounding darkness. They scrambled to recover their clothing as all of the lights in the warehouse came on. Jumping down from the sleigh and pulling on their coats, they made a run for the back door, intoxicated with their own recklessness.

At a safe distance from the building, they stopped to catch their breath. Hopper lit a cigarette and they passed it between them as they walked through their sleepy town, breaking into giggles each time their eyes met.

"Hey Joyce, I'm not sure what's so funny, but I've got a line up over here. Would you mind opening your till?" Donald was glaring from his register. Joyce got back to work, the smile never leaving her face, lost in thoughts of jingling bells and laughing all the way.