Authors note: I've always enjoyed Halloween. The costumes lend so much anonymity and interesting events. Of course there is always the mysterious that seems to only happen on Halloween. Bewitched items from long days past of magic and enchantment have been known to exist, and even at times fall into the hands of the unaware...
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When our kids were little, my wife would always dress up with them in some kind of costume to take them trick or treating. It quickly became something of a tradition for her close circle of friends to do the same. Over the years the costumes grew more involved and the whole group seemed to get more and more into the holiday. Eventually they began taking turns at hosting small get togethers after the trick or treat time was over, typically including only the four or five closest friends. We'd socialize, play some spooky games and then break up in time to get the kids all to bed. As the kids grew up, the parties tended to go later and later until we were breaking up just past the bewitching hour. This year the last of our kids had moved out to go to college and my wife had taken that as a cue to host this year's get together.
The house was decorated inside and out with all assortment of scary stuff, skeletons, huge spiders, tomb stones, you name it. The front porch was decorated as well. The kids coming to our door to get their candy would have to run a gauntlet of hanging spiders and creepy webs just to get to the door, and once there have to deal with spooky ghosts, black cats and scary sound effects. Not so scary that the little kids wouldn't come to the door, but scary none the less.
Usually our gatherings would be done and over just past midnight, but this year it just happened that the 31st was on Friday. That, according to my wife, meant that the party wouldn't HAVE to break up at any given time with no work the next day, and neither would it put a damper on the special Halloween wine she'd bought.
I wasn't ever really a costume person, but I tried to play along every year. This year my wife was making me a costume as she usually did, as a skin diver, from an old wet suit she'd picked up some place. Her costume consisted of gray leotards, a gray one piece body suit, fuzzy kitty ears, and a fuzzy tail. It was clear to me that she'd make a fairly convincing kitty.
The drive home from work was always a boring, monotonous drive on a twisting two lane highway. On a daily basis I passed a myriad of houses and yards, one blending into the other on the half hour drive. It had gotten so that I barely even noticed them as I wound along the top of the ridge before dropping down the long twisting road down into the valley and along the river. It was Thursday afternoon and as usual I was twisting my way down into the long river bottom, breaking out onto the long straight stretch allowing me to whiz by the century old farm houses along the river. It was startling when I saw it, just a bright blue flash, more than a flash, almost like a laser beam flashing out at me from the front yard of one of those houses. My eyes reflexively shifted over to see the yard for a few brief seconds before my car carried me past and on toward the next. It took me almost half a mile before I could get slowed down and find a place to turn around. I drove back to the yard much more slowly, noting first the large sign indicating an estate sale the next day. The second thing I noticed as I approached the gravel driveway were the rows of tables set out on the lawn, at least eight rows deep and a dozen tables long, each white plastic table set end to end in long rows, each covered with a myriad of items. I pulled into the drive and stopped the car, only then noticing the two young women working at setting more items on the only half filled sixth or seventh row of tables. It took several seconds, as I climbed from my car, that I noticed neither were dressed in anything but underwear. Clearly it was a hot day for the end of October, but I didn't think it was hot enough to need to be nearly naked.
The blonde woman looked up and stopped pulling items from the box in front of her and began to walk toward me. She had to be in her early to mid thirties, nicely shaped, fair sized breasts which threatened to spill over the lacy bra she was wearing. "I'm sorry sir. The sale doesn't start until tomorrow," she called out as she walked down the length of the table row toward me.
"Oh. I understand. Something caught my eye and I just wanted to stop and look for a moment," I answered as I started moving toward the second row of tables, unsure why my mind seemed certain what I had seen was on one of those tables.
She walked around the end of the tables to follow me down the gap between the first and second row of tables, nearly catching up to me by the time I approached the next to last table. There on the table was a tarnished silver box almost six inches square with a red velvet lining. In front of the box lay a necklace and what looked like matching earrings of some sort. The necklace was made of a black silk band, almost like a collar, with a single cylindrical gem held by a delicate spider web of silver strands nearly encasing its length. The gem was a deep blue, deeper blue than even an evening sky, yet seemed alive with brilliance from within. The gem seemed to practically glow in the sunlight. I reached out and shielded it from the sun, expecting the internal glow to lessen, but was surprised to see it continue to glow as if powered from within.
"Extraordinary piece, isn't it?" she asked, quietly from beside me. "I couldn't resist putting it on for a few minutes when I unpacked it."
"It is exquisite," I practically whispered. "It practically draws you toward it."
"It does."
"The earrings don't seem to glow the same. Do you think they're the same crystal?"
"I think they are, but they aren't earrings," she said with a soft girlish giggle.
"No?"
"Not earrings no," she answered, suppressing a smile as I looked back at her.
"Then what?"
She grinned at me. "It took me a few minutes to figure that out myself," she said quietly as she reached between her breasts and unsnapped the center clasp of her bra, letting both cups fall away from her teardrop shaped breasts. She reached for her nipples and pinched and tugged them for a few moments, making them harden. "I didn't know they wore these kinds of things so long ago. These have to be at least a couple hundred years old," she said as she reached for the two crystals, each mounted so that it could hang freely on a small chain from a silver spiral cone. She placed each one on her hard nipples, the silver spiral gripping her protruding nipple and allowing the blue cylindrical spiral to hang down in front of her creamy breast. The spiral was large enough to cover only half of her pink puckered areola as she moved her hands to her sides, allowing me to admire the gems hanging from her sexy breasts. I could feel my dick hardening in my pants as I looked down at her, her breathing making the gems swing tantalizingly.
"Damn," I muttered.
"You should see the necklace on me with them," she said huskily, reaching past me to pick up the silk collar. She shrugged off the bra, standing now in only her panties as she wrapped the silk around her neck and tied it in a bow at the back of her neck. The blue crystal hung down and cradled almost perfectly into the small gap at the base of her neck, its glow seeming to draw me like a moth to a flame.
"Incredible, isn't it?" she whispered, her hands moving in front of her, I thought to cover her pussy, but instead to push the front of her panties down with one hand while the other reached between her legs to stroke her pussy. "I don't know why, but it makes me so damn horny."
"I can see that," I whispered back, looking down at her and feeling an incredible temptation to reach out and touch her.
She pushed the panties down so that they were around her thighs, freeing the hand that she had been using to hold the front down. With her now free hand, she reached for mine and stepped closer to me, her gem covered nipples nearly touching my chest as she pulled my hand down to her pussy. I turned my hand and laid my palm on her mound as she removed her fingers from her own pussy, moving that hand with her other to start unfastening my pants. I couldn't help but reach my fingers between her legs and dip my middle finger between her sopping wet pussy lips. I heard her moan softly as my finger stroked between her lips and across her clearly excited clit. "Oh yeah. God I need to be fucked right now," she whispered as she let my pants slide down my legs and started pushing my briefs down to free my now raging hard-on.
"Oh damn," I groaned as her hands wrapped around my dick, stroking it and trying to pull it toward her pussy at the same time.
"Fuck me," she moaned, leaning closer to me as I stroked my finger across her clit.
I'd never cheated on my wife, but at that moment I was nearly overcome by an animalistic desire to throw her on the ground and fuck her brains out! With great restraint I resisted the temptation, continuing instead to stroke her pussy and clit with my fingers, drawing her closer to climax as she stroked my cock with both hands.
"Oh fuck. You're gonna make me come," she moaned loudly as she leaned heavily against me, the gems on her nipples digging into my chest through my thin dress shirt. I could feel her pussy leaking her juices on my fingers as she groaned and stiffened. As her body began to jerk and twitch, I could feel my own climax peak, my cum spraying up between us as my body jerked almost in time with hers.
"Oh Jesus," I gasped as we stood there, in full view of the highway, recovering from our mutual climax.
"Uh huh." She panted, slowly pushing back away from me. Her panties had fallen to her ankles and at some point she had stepped out of them, leaving the tiny bikini panties around one ankle. She reached up and slowly pulled the blue crystals from her nipples, laying them on the table by the silver box before reaching for the tie around her neck.
"God what a mess," I mumbled, undoing my cum stained shirt.
She lay the gem back on the table by the box and then looked down for her underwear. She pulled them up slowly and then bent again for her bra, slowly pulling it on over her cum stained tits. "I'm really sorry," she finally said. "I don't know what came over me. I mean. I'd never do anything like this. At least I didn't think I would."
"It's okay. I think I understand. I've never done anything like this either," I said as I pulled my pants back up.
She stepped closer to me, still wearing only her bra and panties and put the crystal necklace and nipple ornaments into the silver box and closed it. "Here. Why don't you take this with you," she said breathlessly, pressing the silver box into my hands. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to..."
