Ch 1 Moonrise
One of the great things about Mychelle's home that Tomm had not discovered yet was her backyard. Well, it wasn't really her backyard, but close enough that you didn't need an SUV to get there. In fact, all you had to do was walk out the back gate and bingo, you were in another world with its own lake and walking tracks. It even had a spooky section where a dozen or so graves from the 1800's still exist. But so far in their relationship, Tomm hadn't made it past her bedroom. So, when Mychelle suggested a Halloween camp-out he was thinking of someplace off in the hills, not her backyard.
To save time he drove straight to her place from work, having packed his kit the night before. As far as he was concerned, he was pretty much set, and had his LED lantern plus a couple of bottles of wine secured in his pack along with a double size feather crush sleeping bag -- just in case he got lucky. Mychelle met him at the door with a wry smile that had him glancing at his watch to be sure he wasn't late.
"Just give me a minute to change and put on my hiking boots and we can be away," he says as he checks out her tight body-hugging jeans and tank-top. "Are you going like that?"
She doesn't answer, but hustles him into the spare room with a push in the back and then disappears, presumably to change. A little flustered, Tomm strips off his shirt, unzips his pants and while hopping on one foot tries to pull them off over his work boots. But that was never going to work and he falls heavily to the bed with a woof of air.
Still persisting in trying to tug the pant leg over his boot, Tomm doesn't look up when Mychelle comes back into the room. "Just how I like a man," she giggles, "half-naked on a bed with his pants around his ankles."
Opening his mouth for a snappy retort, Tomm flicks a glance at Mychelle and is gobsmacked. The tight jeans and tank top he had admired minutes ago were gone. Their replacement was an eye-watering black, corset, outfit that has her breasts pushed up and exposed with her nipples begging for attention. And as for the bottom half, there was no bottom half. His pant struggle forgotten, Tomm reaches out like an eager schoolboy, waving his hands in uncertainty as to where to grope first.
Delighted at the effect she is having on him, Mychelle straddles his frame and pushes him down flat. "I get the feeling you like my Halloween camping costume," she purrs into his ear.
"Like it, I love it, but..."
"No buts," she purrs as she leans forward and kisses him firmly, "or don't you want some of this trick or treat outfit?"
Tomm falls silent and lets his fingers do the talking, expressing far more than any words ever could. He has no idea what she has planned, but as things stood, he was liking it a whole lot more than any other Halloween event he had attended. Trick or treat indeed!
"Clever boy," she teases after a minute or two of canoodling, "but we must get moving now if we are going to set up to watch the sunset and moonrise. It will be full tonight, you know," Mychelle says while slipping from his embrace.
"Where exactly are we going?"
"Camping, silly, you know that. Now get ya pants off and ya jeans on baby, cause I have another surprise ready for you too! Oh, and don't bother about the tent, I have that covered. You might want to change underpants though; those ones have a wet spot where that big bulge of yours is."
Sitting in the chair opposite Tomm, so he can still get an eyeful of her, Mychelle pulls on a pair of cut-off socks and black sneakers, then stands to pull a long black cape over her shoulders.
"OK, I'm set," she pronounces buckling a studded leather belt around her waist. "What's keeping you?"
"The woman in black," he replies with a wicked smile, "the very fuckable woman in black!"
Five minutes later and with a mind full of buts Tomm has his gear ready sans tent. Mychelle grabs her backpack and after locking the back door leads the way through the garden. Not to the truck as a now puzzled Tomm had expected, but out the back gate and down through a small glen.
"Wow, this is awesome!" he exclaims looking around. "And in your own backyard too. Wicked. So where is it we are going to camp or is that not really part of your plan?"
"Oh it's in the plan alright, but you better have a good bag in there, cause this woman plans to bang her very fuckable man to sleep tonight!"
After about a ten-minute walk they emerge into a small clearing overlooking a beautiful lake with a path meandering alongside. But Tomm isn't interested; all that's on his mind is his woman, what's under her black cape and being fucked to sleep. He steals a long glance at the sky and is a little dismayed to see that the sunset is still a way off.
While he is sky gazing, Mychelle spreads a rug and sets out a meal for them to snack on while watching the kids dash along the path in their Halloween costumes. With the sounds of laughing and squealing kids echoing around them Tomm settles down to enjoy the evening with Mychelle.
"How about some of that wine, handsome, or were you planning on lugging it back tomorrow?"
"Sorry, your outfit has me distracted," he laughs. "Hope you weren't lying last week when you said you liked the Merlot, I've brought two for the trip"
"Ah, so you like the cape and belt," Mychelle teases and stands to twirl for his viewing pleasure.
"Not as much as what's underneath. I really can't wait to go there again."
