Pandemonium 2024 Author Challenge
This is a short spicy story about a man and a woman meeting in a forest. I leave it up to you to decide whether or not they are both human.
I don't particularly like Halloween and my friends know it. I have distinct memories of being chased by a clown and of a scarecrow pretending to give out candy but instead setting off firecrackers. Then there were the zombies ambling around the sidewalks, the ghoulish and gorey displays and many other horrors that put me firmly into the no thanks side of that holiday. I'm the guy who gets pranked by his friends constantly but when they dared me to go the haunted forest event I still couldn't back down.
For the entire drive out to the forest I grumble at myself about taking the dare; my friends just laugh at me. The 5 of us arrive at cemetery style gates and pay the exorbitant ticket price, we all walk in together. A few standard zombie jump scares and a werewolf have me on edge; then a screeching animatronic ghost bursts from the trees and chases us for 100 feet. I don't stop to think.
I bolt down a small path away from the terror and my friends disappear down the main track laughing. They don't come back for me so I'm left wandering through dense forest. I can hear screams in the distance but for the past 5 minutes nothing has jumped out at me.
I can't go back because of the ghost. I know damn well that it's just fabric on a zip line, doesn't matter. Fear is irrational and so was I when I ran away from the main path. Despite this route becoming less of a manicured track and more of a game trail I can't force my feet to change course. After a few more minutes of walking while dodging branches and with brambles tugging at my pants I finally stop. I turn around slowly in place.
I realise that I no longer hear the screams from the actual haunted forest path. Again I debate heading back the way I came but the vision of that stupid ghost roots my feet in place. I strain my senses as twilight falls, I can still see the little trail I'm following but all I hear is the rustle of branches and leaves. I shake my head and continue down the path. This isn't a big forest so surely I will meet up with the main route soon.
I'm lost in thought trying to remember if I've heard of any bear sightings in the area so I don't notice the crackle of branches ahead of me.
I am jolted out of my gloom when I glance up to see a figure in front of me. I manage to maintain my masculine pride and not scream.
The figure jumps back with a little startled gasp, and then laughs. The sound is melodious, infectious, decidedly feminine and I can't help but grin.
Twilight has rapidly turned to near total darkness. I can barely see the woman less than 15 feet in front of me but her silhouette seems unusual. I squint into the gloomy forest and realise she's very tall and there's something odd about her head. She ducks a branch and takes a few steps towards me. As she gets closer I realise she is in costume. 2 large black horns swoop back from her forehead and her shoes look like cloven hooves.
As she takes another step towards me her bright blue eyes seem to glow in the dim light. Stunning as her eyes are I'm drawn to the colour of her skin. Her pale red shoulders are bare and the corset she wears scarcely holds in what must be at least double d tits. Her delicate face is light red fading to pink at her cheekbones and forehead, her lips are a much deeper shade of red and her black hair curls between her horns and half way down her back. The corset accentuates the curves of her body, a thin waist I might be able to wrap in both hands flares out to thick hips and thighs. She is stunning.
'I am lost.' She states simply. 'I was chased by a zombie and ran into the forest. My friends yelled but I was too frightened to go back.'
I yank my mind and eyes away from lust and clear my throat.
'I wandered off the path looking for something scarier, I've been walking for about 15 minutes.' I reply. I'm not about to tell this beautiful woman that I was scared of a Halloween prop.
Her body stretches as she looks over my shoulder and my eyes are immediately drawn to the bit of red hip that shows as her corset lifts. She went all out with the body paint, I wonder how much more of her is painted red and l feel a twinge in my gut. I ask if she would like an escort back to the path.
'Ohh, thank you!' She says and takes a step towards me. 'I've been so frightened and alone out here, it's my lucky day to find such a strong and handsome man to protect me.'
Her words buoy my confidence and I stand a bit taller. I work hard to keep myself in shape and I know my fitted jeans and black shirt show off my effort. The compliment has a strong effect on me and I feel my cock stir at her words.
'Come with me, we can get off together.' I say and then cough. 'Get off this path together, back to the gates.'
This woman has my libido spiked, I can barely keep my mind focused as speculations about sex with her try to drown out all other thoughts.
Deepening my voice I continue on, 'The trail is just getting worse this way, I'm impressed you made it all the way through this forest without ruining your costume.'
She hums slightly and taps a long fingernail to her cheek. 'Yes, I've had to move slowly and carefully.' She smiles and bright white teeth flash; a trick of the moonlight makes her appear to have fangs.
She reaches a hand out to me and I grasp it. Her long delicate fingers trace between mine and I glance down to see if she's wearing gloves but her hand is bare and red. Her hand feels like velvet. My mind races with thoughts of discovering if all her skin is so soft. Those big pillowy breasts look so inviting, I could wrap my lips around her sweet nipples, I could run my hands up her thighs and.. I cut off that line of thinking as I realise she is speaking again.
'What is your name, kind stranger?' she asks. Her voice is silky soft and low, I feel my cock thicken as she purrs the words to me.
'I'm James, I'm glad to have found you, er, meet you, er well. I wish you weren't lost out here but it's good for me..' I trail off wishing I'd stopped talking after I said my name.
The woman giggles again and my cock jerks.
'I'm glad I got lost, now that I met you.' She says. Her thick eyelashes flutter while she looks up at me.
Wait, wasn't she the same height as me? I look at her standing in front of me and realise she must have been standing on a fallen tree. She's actually quite a few inches shorter than me despite the odd shoes.
