Kelly's Halloween Hoots
Part One:
Kelly and Bill had both reached the eclectic haunted house by train from Victoria. The stop was just across the CP Rail railroad bridge near the country station. Bill traveled in a separate compartment on the train from the college girls. He took the Pumpkinhead mask out of his worn leather briefcase that was under the bed. Once outside at the country rail station, he put it on and stealthily moved up behind Kelly who was dressed as Sabrina The Teenage Witch. She was with her college friends from Adam's on the sidewalk. Bill held a scythe made of plywood in his hands.
The haunted house was located among the trees in Oak Hollow. Its main feature was a columned, high-ceiling ballroom for the Witches, Goblins and Monsters Halloween Party. It overlooked the mighty oak trees on the outskirts of a green grassy meadow, framed by a split-rail fence. From where Bill sat, he could view the pretty, long blonde-haired college coed swish and sway her round, shapely bottom packed into tight orange pants.
Later that night, he saw that same young woman perched almost on her hands and knees on the floor. he recognized it was Kelly in a curtsey position. In a show of respect to her friend's efforts, she was on bent knee with one foot in front of the other. Her orange-gold-and-brown-print blouse had ridden up baring the upper part of her butt cheeks. Kelly's position showed her panty line, too. He dearly wanted to reach out and do more than touch those cheeks. Bill wanted to swat them and do it hard enough for her to feel it.
Two of Kelly's classmates were sitting on a lounge sofa, watching her as they took pictures. While Kelly's back was facing me, the curves of her body were visible, and her bottom looked well-rounded. Oh, how he wished it could be painted a ruby red. Suddenly, there was a brown out. There had been several over the past two weeks, as the local electric utility repaired the Oak Hollow substation that connected it to the main Canadian Pacific line. It was the perfect cover for what he had in mind. All he could see was Kelly's backside shadow, partially bent just off the dance floor.
With her two Adam's College friends busy trying to get the lights restored using the station's emergency generator, he made his move, assured of his anonymity behind the Pumpkinhead mask. It was orange full-faced and made of latex. Bill reached out and hit the offered flesh that had teased him with her visible panty line over the many months with a wooden yardstick-sized scythe. The scythe was an old farm instrument made for reaping large quantities of a stock with a single swing.
Bill took aim at the shapely bottom before him. He proceeded with an application of brisk swats to the lovely backside of Kelly, the young woman, who had agreed to go to homecoming with him, and then only to back out when her friends laughed at her.