Melissa was disappointed. Her husband, Jeff, was working late. They always enjoyed greeting the costumed children together on Halloween, doling out candy for smiles and a chorus of "thank you" from happy trick-or-treaters. They would both dress up themselves for the evening, delighting the children that came to their door. Then when they ran out of candy they would lock the doors and turn off the lights and do a little role-playing with whatever costumes they had chosen. The sex was always so incredible. By the time the night was through they would both lay panting on the bed too exhausted to move, and they had never missed a year until now.
Melissa still dressed up, as a cheerleader this year. The counterpart to her costume was still upstairs laid out on the bed. Jeff hadn't known until that evening that he was working late. He was to have been the triumphant football player, and make a conquest out of her after winning the championship game. Oh well, there was always next year. She answered the door with a smile each time, making much of the children's costumes as they asked for candy.
Unknown to Melissa, someone else smiled every time she answered the door. A lone figure watched from across the street. Dressed in dark clothing and a dark face mask, a man pressed into the shadows against a neighbor's garage. When the candy finally ran out, she turned off the lights and locked the door as always, then made her way upstairs to the bedroom. The mysterious watcher laughed quietly to himself as the lights went out, then another went on upstairs.
Melissa sighed as she longingly put Jeff's costume away, thinking of what they could be doing right now if he were home. The man had stamina that was amazing, and he knew exactly what to do to bring her to a screaming orgasm every time. The costumes and role-play just made things more exciting. Melissa was just taking her hair out of her cheerleader pigtails when she thought she heard a noise. She dismissed it as maybe some trick-or-treaters had come all the way to the front door before realizing they were really done for the night. Then she heard another noise, that sounded like someone bumping lightly against something in the dark living room downstairs.
Melissa shook her head. She was letting the feel of the night spook her. She had checked both the doors, she knew there couldn't be anyone inside the house. She went in and turned on the tap in the tub. A nice warm bubble bath would relax her jitters, and help her pass the time. Jeff would be home in a few hours, so maybe she could stay up and wait for him. She walked back into the bedroom to get undressed and suddenly she was grabbed from behind and a gloved hand was clapped over her mouth. A gruff voice told her not to scream or she would regret it. Panicked, Melissa wished she had paid attention to the noises she'd heard. She kicked and squirmed, trying to escape, but her attacker picked her up, carried her to the bed and threw her on it face down. Before she could jump up he was on top of her holding her down, again warning her again not to scream. A blindfold was tied on her, and then he turned her over, kneeling on her arms so she was pinned helpless beneath him. As soon as she was blindfolded the man took off his gloves and mask. They had served their purpose in concealing his identity. By this time Melissa was truly frightened. Was this man here to rob her? Or was he here for an even more sinister purpose?
