Tricks, O what a treat.
It's Halloween night and I'm out trick or treating with my family. We approach a house, ring the bell, and there you are.
Immediately, I am drawn to you. There's instant attraction.
In the moments I am on your porch, we smile and engage in friendly banter. With those intense "fuck me" eyes staring me down, I feel you all throughout my body like a little twinge of energy.
You are handsome. Obviously a dad/husband combo, simply staying home to pass out candy...all alone.
I watch your hands as they move about their business with the candy and bucket. Large and firm. I suddenly think of them cupping my tits, making their way up to my throat for a slight squeeze as you enter me.
I shake off the little daydream as we say thank you and Happy Halloween.
I can't stop thinking about your smile and your body as I walk away down your path. My hips swish in my thin chintzy store bought costume. The tattered material easily moving along in the breeze.
As we make the turn to continue onto the next house, I turn my head looking over my shoulder back at your door. You are still standing there, looking at me with that great smile.
It isn't long after stopping at the next few houses when it just gets the best of me. The curiosity of you.
Suddenly, I tell my husband I think I dropped my wallet and I would catch up.
Terrible and lame, I know.
I just needed to go back for another peek. Of course, I didn't have a game plan, I was just winging it to see what happens.
There are people leaving your path as I walk up and thankfully your door is closed in case I lose my nerve. I ring the bell and you swing the door open. You don't seem surprised a bit when you greet me with a smile.
"Hello again" You say, almost tauntingly making me feel like you knew I'd be back.
I smile nervously and stammer trying to come up with my excuse.
I mean really, why the fuck was I there? What prompted such an impulsive decision?
You made it so easy though. You knew what I wanted as if you could read what my carnal thoughts were. Before I could utter the lie I was struggling to say, you move to the side and tell me to come in.
Once the door latches closed, you spin me to face you and slide your firm hands around my waist. You start kissing me without speaking any further since your warm wet tongue inside my mouth told me so much already.
My pussy, already so saturated, needs to find out what you felt like.
As you kiss my neck and grope me, we shuffle through the adjacent doorway into the dining room. You push me forward bending me over your dining room table, my chest and hands making a thud sound upon contact.
My face is lying there on the wood tabletop, pressed down harder by the pressure of your hand on my shoulder. Your low groans asking me how wet my pussy is for you.
Of course, it was rhetorical given you were already tearing at my costume jerking my panties to the side.
You toy with my wetness slathering it all over my clit. Then, with a growl, you push your fingers rough inside me. I wince and moan as you finger fuck my eager twat.
My mind goes blank...it feels incredible. So sleazy and raw.
I love being fingered, but this is on a whole other level instigating my lust. The thirst I can't fight which led to this series of impulsive decisions.
So few words in our interactions tonight have brought us to this moment.
