Her hands itched. Her feet itched. Even the inside of her body was on fire with an itch she couldn't reach to scratch. Her half eaten breakfast lay on the plate, her appetite had disappeared.
Her brain was on fire trying to figure out what might have triggered what could only be some sort of weird allergic reaction. They had been to an all night restaurant after her blind date turned out to be intriguing enough to spend more time with, not quite worthy of sex on a first date...but definitely worth a few more hours.
She tried to remember what they had ordered. Even her memory seemed to be affected by this strange malady. There was a memory in there just itching to be scratched.
She decided to take a trip to the emergency room as the only logical explanation must be food poisoning of some sort and that maybe the itch was a prelude to something more dangerous. What if her throat started to itch too? What if she couldn't breathe?
Although her memory seemed to be affected, her imagination was not. She started to pant and gasp, her chest heaving with every breath as she grabbed some clothes and quickly ran a brush over her hair. Ohhhhhhh, but that did feel good, she brushed and brushed, every stroke scratching at the itch on her head. " Oh no, even my head is itching now!" Her brain moaned out the concern, and her body responded, but what a strange response! Now she was feeling aroused, and she squeezed her thighs together tightly to stem the itch that was starting down there too.
Grabbing her purse she rushed out the door and stood confused on the sidewalk. "I need to get to the hospital and quickly but how?" While her muddled brain fumbled for an answer her feet started walking. She walked along streets normally familiar but they had all taken a somewhat
sinister
look. While her memory still eluded her, her active imagination brought a panic to her body, the body that seemed alive with nerve endings, all on fire, all looking to be scratched.
"Focus!" she said out loud and just the sound of her own voice brought her momentarily back to the task at hand...hospital.
Her feet started walking, towards the hospital. She walked and kept repeating the word, hospital, like a mantra, keeping her foggy brain at least somewhat clear.
Thoughts of monsters, aliens, danger kept telling her to walk faster, get to the emergency room where they will know what is wrong.
She pondered her date. He was tall, she smiled, she liked tall. His name was... how could she not remember his name? She paused in her walking to let her mind think. This is hard work she thought. She worked her way through the alphabet trying to jump start her memory...and then she remembered...all the way to W ... his name was Will. A smile worked its way onto her face as she absent-mindedly scratched the palm of her hand.
Walk and think. Will took me to an outdoor concert. There were costumed people everywhere. It was a little overwhelming and some of the music bordered on creepy. The Halloween Extravaganza it was called, and it was quite a festival. We held hands, but couldn't really talk over the music. When it was over, both reluctant to call it a night, we went to a restaurant. A big neon light flashed
WE NEVER CLOSE
. It was close to the concert in the park. She remembered how they had laughed over the garish sign, but were glad of a quiet place to talk.
And she remembered the costumes, so many costumes and masks. Every where she looked monster masks and goblins and ghouls.
A light bulb went off in her head. "The restaurant. I need to go to the restaurant to at least see what it was called. The doctors will need to know that." she was happy to have that memory returned to her.
Her feet seemed to know the way. Good thing because her brain became infused with the urge to scratch and most of her mind was involved in a battle...scratch...don't scratch.
Finding herself stopped, her feet finally taking her to the restaurant. A big empty window faced her, she could see her reflection as clear as if it was a mirror. The sign in the window said simply,
FOR RENT
. She looked around wildly, her hair flying as she spun in a circle. This was definitely the place. They had sat in the window, looking out at the park. The gate to the park directly across from here. How could this be?
She placed her hands to the window, cupping them and peered inside. There were no tables, just a pile of what looked to be clothes in the middle of the floor, but as she squinted, she could make out Halloween masks, staring empty eyed at her. Just wide open empty space. She could feel her heart pounding harder...her breath...oh no...she couldn't breathe. It was happening, a deadly allergic reaction to food she couldn't remember eating at a restaurant that didn't exist.
Will, Will, Will, what else was there about Will? She should call him. Ask him. Maybe he was suffering too. Or maybe he was ok and would remember what it was this reaction was taking away from her. Grabbing her cell phone, she scrolled through the phone book. No one named Will. Caller list, missed calls, received calls, sent calls...no numbers she couldn't identify. "Did I just imagine the whole thing, am I dreaming?" She chewed on her bottom lip, pouting and feeling the tears welling in her eyes.
"Whatever happened last night, I need to get to the hospital....and fast." she thought.
"At least I am still breathing, still able to move and still on fire with this interminable itch!" she thought as she started on her journey once again to the hospital.
She found herself at last at the hospital. She veritably ran in the doors in her relief at having reached her destination. The emergency room was empty, well almost, one person sat sleeping in a chair in the corner, a magazine still clutched in his hands. Decorations still hanging, skeletons and witches, zombies and ghouls. Why didn't anyone decorate with unicorns and ponies?
She concentrated on slowing her breathing, walking calmly to the triage desk and gently tapping the bell placed on the desk. A male nurse finally arrived and sat down across from her. He was smiling, at least it appeared to be a smile, it was hard to tell as he was still dressed in a Halloween costume. There was no mask on his face but he had a clowns smile painted on. His baggy colorful clothes billowed around him making him a shapeless lump. He calmly took her history, the symptoms and then the regular, blood pressure, temperature and pulse.
"Your BP and pulse are elevated. Your temp is normal though. Are you still itching all over?" he asked her as he tapped at the computer.
Her answer, almost frantic, almost like a plea, "Yes."
He noted her answer in the computer and told her to have a seat in the waiting room. It should only be a few minutes before a Doctor could see her.
As she sat the itch became worse. She could only think of scratching. Nothing else mattered. She took off her boots and started scratching the bottom of her feet. Next came her coat. Sitting bare footed and still itching. The thought of her skin on fire, alive with the urge to rub against anything became all consuming. Her clothes came flying off...buttons snapping as she thought that if she was naked, then the itch would stop. The pile of clothes on the floor grew until she was standing in the middle of the waiting room, naked as the day she was born.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she sighed aloud as the itch finally ceased. Her skin, still so sensitive, but not itching at all. "Maybe it was my clothes!" she actually managed an embarrassed laugh as the thought of being allergic to clothes came to her. She was much too relieved to be worried about her state of nudity.
But then the itch started again. Not on her hands or her feet...but deep inside...up inside. Itching at her core. Her entire pussy was itching. She gritted her teeth and glanced around to see if anyone was watching. Not a soul, at least no one awake was in the room with her. Her hand strayed to her pussy, "Just a little rub to relieve the itch," she thought. She stared at the dancing skeleton, glanced at the witch flying high on her broom and tried to remember last night.
While she thought, he rubbed, and rubbed and rubbed until her eyes were glassy...until there was not another thought in her head but this moment. Her breath fast, her pulse definitely elevated now. Her clit swollen, ripe and still itchy. Her fingers concentrated on that. Faster, harder, slippery fingers masturbating the itch away. She stifled the groan as she climaxed.
Her body started to relax, the urge to scratch gone. Absolutely gone! She was astonished and bent to pick up her clothes. "Maybe I just need to cum more often...and go naked." the mere thought brought on a fit of giggles as she stood up preparing to get dressed and sneak out the door.
That's when it happened. Her pussy, not just her pussy but her cunt started throbbing. Not just an itch but a deep pain. Deeper than her fingers could reach. She needed to fuck...and NOW! If only the zombie on the wall would come to life. Even the vampire with his fangs would work right now.
She looked at the sleeping man. She hungered for the sleeping man. She needed the sleeping man. He was dressed like a cowboy and she thought that maybe he wouldn't mind if she rode him like a stud bull.
She rushed to where he was sitting. She tore at his pants, pulled down the zipper and revealed his cock. Her brain on vacation as her body responded to the urge to scratch the itch. She dropped to her knees in front of him, taking his limp cock in her mouth. She sucked and sucked, tasting this strangers cock. Like candy floss at a carnival. Just the taste of him making her hips grind until she was humping at his leg.
She was rewarded with the growing of his cock...it thickened in her mouth, lengthened in her mouth, became hard and throbbing. Yet still he slept. She didn't care. She didn't need a man...just this delicious length of heavenly cock. Her tongue swirled, savoring... nostrils flared inhaling the sweet scent of sex.
Her hands pushing the fabric of the man's jeans away from the hardened phallus she so wantonly needed deep inside...up inside her pulsing cunt. Reluctantly she pulled her lips from his prick, gripping it tightly in her hand she straddled his body. Unable to resist, not wanting to waste a single breath she plunged her body down on his cock with a vengeance. Once the hot length of thick throbbing cock was nestled up against her cervix she rocked back and forth. Feeling it rubbing, scratching at her inner walls. His girth was almost too much for her, but it helped to make contact with every inch of her cunt. One hand reached behind her to squeeze his balls. She needed his cum, like a salve, a balm to cure the all encompassing sensation.
Her other hand worked her clit. Frantic rubbing, pushing, pressure that helped to assuage the constant urge to fuck the itch away.
The man's eyes flew open, his hands reaching for the bouncing boobs in front of his face and his mouth eagerly latched onto one swollen nipple. He sucked hard, sucked on her sensitive tit flesh, his other hand grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her closer to him. Her moans filled the waiting room, his grunts of surprise and delight joined hers for a lustful symphony of desire and need.
The triage nurse stood wide eyed and slack jawed at the entrance to the waiting room, the clipboard clutched in one hand. His clown's smile looking rather evil. His eyes staring at the strange sight before him. He added sexual hunger to the list of symptoms on her file. He was torn, "Do I keep watching or do I interrupt and let her know the Doctor is ready for her?"
