Brian was walking home from a Halloween party. It was a hauntingly creepy autumn evening, a blustery wind was blowing fresh fallen leaves across the grass. Wispy clouds raced across the sky, illuminated by a bright moon. Brian kept expecting to see a vampire appear, drawing it's cape across its face with one arm.
There were assorted goblins about. It was early enough that some trick or treaters were still walking from house to house. Brian himself was dressed as one of his favorite space faring sci-fi characters. Rather than looking like a swashbuckler however, his slight frame and bespectacled face just made him appear as what he was... a bit of a nerd.
As he approached an intersection, he observed an older woman dressed as a witch hesitantly trying to step off of the curb to cross the street, apparently having trouble with her footing.
Brian hurried to her side, offering his arm, "Here, let me help you, ma'am."
"Oh, thank you, young man. Such a blessing." He walked slowly with her across the wide street. When they carefully stepped up onto the curb on the opposite side, she looked up at him for the first time.
She wore a battered witches hat, and a black cloak which covered whatever clothing was underneath. He saw that age had weathered her, but she was still quite attractive. He thought she must have been a real hottie in her youth.
Her voice sounded somewhat weathered too. "Such a gentleman. Thank you so much. Are you busy?"
Brian thought perhaps she needed help up some steps, or to her home. "Oh, no ma'am. I was just headed home. How can I help?"
She pointed to a high end restaurant just up the street, "I am going to buy you dinner to say thank you."
The place looked expensive. "Oh, no, that's okay. I was happy to help."
She held on to his arm. "I insist! If you're concerned about the expense, I assure you my funds are more than satisfactory. You remind me of the old days... please give an old woman some company." She made a mock frowny face. How could he say no?
They spent over an hour enjoying their meal. He had a very juicy steak, she had seafood. She had many questions about his life and what "youngsters" were doing these days. She spoke obliquely about "the old country" but somehow managed to make conversation without divulging too many personal details. When he told her about the party he had been to, and the character he was dressed as, then asked where she had gone in her costume, she laughed. And then deftly side-stepped the query.
They were walking back towards that same street corner when she seemed to lose her footing, beginning to fall. Brian may have been a dork, but he was a dork with quick reflexes. He lunged in front of her, catching her in his arms. He picked her up, holding her tightly.
When she looked up into his eyes, he gasped and nearly dropped her.
She was no longer an old woman dressed as a witch. While he had been distracted by "saving" her, she had, in the blink of an eye (the twitch of a nose?) transformed into a young woman about his age. Which would put her in her late twenties.
She now wore a black "club" dress which accented full hips, an incredible ass, and medium sized, pert breasts. She was absolutely beautiful, with bright blue eyes, long black hair, freckles on a mousy little face and a mouth that demanded to be kissed.
She was his dream girl. Quite literally. In his dreams at night, in his fantasies while he masturbated, this was the face and the body he imagined.
He was so confused. He was having trouble catching his breath, unable to fathom what had just occurred. At the same time, with his fantasy girl in his arms, all those intensely erotic images came back to him, and his manhood was suddenly painfully erect.
She reached up and touched his face with her small hand to calm him. Her voice was like honey, "Shhhh. It is okay, Brian. This is Halloween... magic is in the air tonight, and creatures like me can gift things to good people... like you."
He stammered, "Gift?"
She reached her face up and kissed him deeply. "Take me home, sweetie. Fullfill your fantasies for me. I make love once a year, and I have chosen you because of your heart."
He wondered if she was going to eat his heart. What was she? Then he sensed he was safe.
As if reading his thoughts, she giggled. "Yes, I really am a witch... but I am a good witch, sweetie. And you will be the one eating body parts, if you will take me."
He suddenly was filled with confidence, and wondered if she had done that, also. He picked her up in his arms... one arm under her shoulders, the other under her knees, and easily carried her the three blocks to his apartment building, then up to his floor. She smiled up at him, and lay her head on his shoulder, enjoying the ride.
She was all business when he sat her down in his apartment. She took his hand and guided him to his bedroom. She leaned up and kissed him again, then shrugged out of her dress.
She stood before him, wearing only black lacy panties now. Her pert breasts were upturned, the puffy nipples erect and beckoning his mouth.
She affected a demure expression, "I apologize for being so forward, sweetie. But I have only tonight, and only til dawn. Time is precious."
He understood. He dropped to his knees before her. He leaned forward and took the waistband of her panties to pull them down. Being closer, he realized the lace was not in the shape of flowers, or fleur-de-lis, but... beautiful black cats in different poses. He could have sworn one of the cats winked at him. Then when he pulled them down, it felt like one of them licked his thumb. This was crazy!
Her pubes were covered in a thick down of auburn hair. It was beautiful. She looked down at him wistfully. He guided her to the bed and lay her down on the edge.
Brian stood and regarded her magnificent body. He wanted to touch, caress and kiss every inch of her. Sensing his thoughts, she sighed and writhed beneath him, "Do it... please..."
He wanted to kiss those lips again. He craved those perfect tits. But Brian was the kind to save the best for last. So he began by massaging her feet, using his thumb to press along the sole, drawing a pleasured moan from her. Then he began kissing and sucking her feet and toes while lightly caressing her calves and knees.
He worked his way slowly up her legs, alternating between them. When he reached her sex, he nuzzled into the fluff of soft pubic hair there, inhaling her intoxicating scent. In this case, intoxicating was more than a metaphor. He felt drunk from her. He darted his tongue to lash quickly at her swollen clit. In response she flexed her buttocks, pressing herself upwards towards him in a pleading for more. He very much wanted to oblige... but he needed to finish with the rest of her body before the main course.
So he continued up her flat tummy and sides to her breasts. He was in awe at their perfection, and the spattering of freckles which covered them. He loved freckles. He wondered to himself if the freckles were really her? Or if she had conjured them for his benefit, since she seemed to know his every desire.
Her response indicated both were true. He had not spoken, but she did. "They are mine, sweetie. It makes me feel wonderful that you like them." Then she took the back of his head in one hand and pulled him to her breasts.
