Author's Note: If you are looking for a graphic story, this is not the story for you. If you are looking for something fun, teasing, and even quite silly at times, I think you will enjoy this one. But please do know going into it that it is pretty tame compared to my usual stories. This idea popped into my head, and I had to get it down on paper. It just so happened to coincide with the Halloween contest going on. I had incredible fun writing this short tale and hope to do a few more like it in the future. Please enjoy and don't forget to vote!
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Ding dong!
I adjusted my cowboy hat and hooked my thumb in my front belt loop, with my other hand resting on the plastic six shooter in its holster as we waited for the door to open.
"Trick or treat!" My son screeched before the door fully opened. I couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm.
"Aren't you cute!" Maria squealed from seeing Billy in his adorable robot costume and tossed some candy into his bag.
"Is Tommy ready to go with us, Mrs. Schmidt?" Billy said, loving every minute of this holiday.
"Almost, he's just finishing up putting on his costume. He'll be down in a minute." She said cheerfully and looked at me for the first time. "Hey, Jack! What happened to Lucy? I thought we were going to go together like we usually do."
"Beggin' your pardon, ma'am. But it would be my great honor to accompany you on this trick or treat chaperone excursion on this very fine, fall evening." I said with my best western accent as I tipped my hat to her.
"What is the matter with you?" She giggled and brushed her auburn hair behind her ear.
"Just tapping into my inner Halloween cowboy spirit. Lucy's actually not feeling so great, so we switched roles this year. She's passing out the candy, and I'm on daddy patrol. Hope you don't mind?" I said politely.
"Not at all. But you have on a costume. Jeez, I feel like slacker parent of the year." She said jokingly.
"This was hardly a time-consuming costume. It's basically a hat and toy gun on top of the flannel and jeans I usually wear." I said lightheartedly.
"Billy!" Said Tommy as he ran down the stairs in his ninja turtles costume. Both kids immediately started making exaggerated explosion noises and were instantly off in their own make-believe world.
Maria smiled at the boys having fun. "Aren't they lucky? So quick to use their imagination and dive into another world."
"That's what's so great about Halloween. You get become another person and escape into a fantastic new world filled with endless possibilities, if only for a little while." I said.
She nodded her head, quickly brushing off the idea.
"You could do it too. We just needs to find ya the proper outfit." I said returning to my goofy western accent.
"I really have no costumes waiting for me." She said, still laughing at my character.
"You just need to use a little imagination." I offered politely.
"Boys, why don't you go run and catch up with the Robinsons. I see them down the street. I'm sure you can tag along with them for bit. Mommy needs to find a costume." She said and gave me a playful wink.
The kids took off before she even finished her sentence.
She chuckled and watched them run off, giggling the whole way. "Why don't you take a look at what I have lying around in my closet. Maybe you can come up with something creative."
"T'would be my honor, ma'am." I said and tipped my hat once more as I walked through the door.
"You can stop with that silly voice." She giggled.
"Sorry, it's easy to get carried away when you're having fun." I said as I followed behind her. As polite as I was trying to be, I couldn't help but notice the way her jeans hugged her incredible, round behind that was right in front of my face as she led the way up the stairs. I saw their family pictures on the wall and reminded myself to snap out of it.
"Where's Greg, anyway?" I asked.
"He's on a business trip. Gets home today, but not for a while." She said as we walked into her bedroom.
She turned on the light in her large, walk-in closet and started to rummage through the hanging clothes.
"Do you mind if I use your bathroom first?" I asked thinking I better go now while I had the chance. "This cowboy drank a lot of moonshine and it's Slim Pickens for an outhouse out on the trail."
She giggled and covered her mouth, trying to conceal an even bigger laugh. "I thought the whole trail was a cowboy's outhouse?" She joked. "It's right through there, bronco." She pointed to the other side of the closet.
This was a newly built home, one where you had to walk through the closet to get to the bathroom. I headed over to the bathroom and should have guessed it, but there was no door to close on that side of the closet. There was one door to close the closet, but it did no good if someone was already in the closet. I walked in further and the toilet was around the corner, hidden from her view so I figured I had enough privacy. I lifted the seat, unzipped my pants and pulled out my penis. I kept thinking how little privacy I actually had. There was no door, no sound barrier. Snap out of it, she can't see you. Just pee and get out of here, I thought to myself.
I tried to force it, but couldn't quite get it started. I gave my penis a few tugs hoping to relax it. All that did was force a little more blood into it making it thicker and fuller, but not any easier to go. It felt like an eternity as I stood there in silence waiting until a stream finally formed and grew steadily.
"What about this? I could be a mad scientist?" She called out as she walked in holding one of Greg's white button shirts for work. "Oh shit, sorry." She said as she walked in on me still peeing, holding my penis out in clear view. She looked away instantly, but looked back. "I'm sorry, I thought you would have been done by now." She turned her body to the side, giving the illusion she was giving me privacy, but really, she was still looking out the corner of her eye.
"Guess I had a few too many at the saloon." I laughed, thinking we're all adults anyway and was relatively sure she didn't see too much. "I'm not so sure about that costume." I said as I was still going strong, and the sound of my stream hitting the water echoed in the quiet room.
"What do you mean?" She asked and walked over next to me to face the mirror. "I think it's a great idea." She said as she held the shirt up to her body and made eye contact with me through the mirror. Her eyes noticeably trailed downward as she looked at my reflection, but quickly returned to her shirt. "It's about as good as we can do on this short of notice I think."
My stream finally died down and I shook the last few drops from the tip. "Maybe. It's just so uninspired, though." I said as I tucked my penis away and zipped up. When I returned my gaze to her, she quickly looked away as if to show she wasn't watching at all.
"Uninspired? Who are you, the costume police?"
"No, ma'am. I'm an outlaw. I keep my distance from any kind of police." I winked and walked past her back over to the hanging clothes.
"Let's see here." I said as I mentally started eliminating several outfits right away.
"Take your time. I might as well get started putting on some make up while you're picking something out." She said as she walked back into the bathroom, out of my sight.
