Halloween was not my favourite day of the year. The creeping Americanisation of life in England was something I felt should be resisted at all costs. To that end, I had no decorations, and no house lights, making my house as unwelcoming as possible.
I'd eaten a decent beef casserole earlier, washed down with a couple of glasses of red wine, and was settling down to some baroque music and a good book. I hadn't sat down for more than five minutes when there was an urgent knocking at my door. I snorted in contempt. My attempts to keep the trick-or-treaters at bay clearly weren't working. I made my way sullenly to the door, composing in my mind a tirade of abuse to see these folks off the premises.
I opened the door to find a small female child, probably around three years old. She was dressed from head to toe in a pink leotard, outfitted with angel wings, her blonde wispy hair surmounted with a silver plastic tiara. It didn't quite seem to 'fit the bill' for Halloween.
I had focussed on the child, who seemed a little distressed, and I was startled when a female voice behind her said,
"I'm sorry, but my daughter desperately needs the toilet and we're miles from home. Could we possibly use your loo?"
"Of course. Top of the stairs." I replied.
In an instant, she snatched the child and quickly ascended the stairs. I only caught a glimpse, but she wore fishnet tights with a snake motif, a short black leather jacket, an even shorter leather skirt, black panties, shoulder-length black hair, and a spider motif all over her body. A body blessed with breasts, long legs, and an adorable ass.
"Would you like a glass of wine?" was all I managed as she reached the top.
"Yes, please," as she slammed the door.
I quickly got a wine glass and filled it three-quarters to the brim. I'd been to the local farmers market two days previously and got some delicious olives, cheese, and meats. Before she was back I had assembled a cornucopia of nibbles. She made her way down slowly. She took the wine and I invited her to sit down.
"Can I get anything for your daughter?" I asked.
"What do you have?" she replied.
"Gin, vodka, scotch, rum..."
We both laughed, and I was glad I had landed the first joke of the night. We settled on squash and we all sat. I offered her the nibbles and they both enthusiastically tucked in. I studied my guest. She was around thirty, very attractive face, surrounded with straight black lush hair. She had opened the buttons of her jacket exposing a vee-necked white top, displaying a pleasing amount of cleavage. To complete the look, she had bat and spider stickers on her jacket and two small spider tattoos on her cheeks (hopefully temporary).
We exchanged names (she was Stella and her daughter Chloe). She told me she was a neighbour from further down the street. I thought she would have one drink and be on her way, but she accepted my offer of a refill as she emptied her glass. I noticed her daughter was looking very tired and had her head in her mother's lap. I pointed out that she was nearly asleep. She slid her off her lap and laid her on the sofa. She stirred a little but was soon fast asleep. I positioned a cushion to stop her from falling and her mother joined me on my smaller sofa.
I noticed a distinctive aroma of her perfume.
"You smell nice," I said.
"I taste nice too," she replied.
It seemed an invitation to me, so I went in for a kiss. Our mouths met, tongues danced and I slid my arm inside her jacket around her waist. We parted and looked deeply at each other. My hand was still around her waist. I decided to be bold. I raised my hand to explore her breast. She breathed deeply as I circled the material around her nipple. We kissed again and this time she used her hand to invade my shirt and explore the hair on my chest.
I managed to remove her jacket and I slipped my hand under her top and located her bra. I broke the embrace, pushed up her top, and kissed her breasts. I released the catch of her bra and I licked her nipples with the tip of my tongue. I hadn't realised but she had opened my shirt and was caressing my nipples. I started to suck on her nipples. She was breathing deeply.