0 comments/ 30102 views/ 2 favorites All Hallow's Eve By: All Hallow's Eve Heather soon found herself walking up the gravel driveway into the yard. Without the benefit of headlights, there was a ghostly look to the cemetery; the moonlight seemed to exaggerate the shadows of the trees and gravestones. With her hands thrust into the pockets of her jacket, she continued along the circular drive finally reaching the old gray mausoleum. Heather was surprised by what appeared to be streaks of light flickering from the cracks around the door. She felt her curiosity peak and walked up toward the door. Maybe someone else had discovered this place. She stifled a giggle, her mind racing over the possibilities. A séance? A coven of witches? Another couple acting out a freaky erotic fantasy? Peeking through the crack in the door, the room was filled with a warm glow of candlelight, but looked empty. Pulling the door open, Heather peered inside hesitantly. It was empty, but several candles were lit and placed in holders around the room. She cautiously stepped inside and looked around as the door closed quietly behind her. As she moved about the room, it felt completely different from the other night. The air was no longer dank and musty, but was warm and had the slight scent of roses. She noted the niches along one wall of the room, all filled with ornate urns except one on the top shelf. With the warm light she could see the lovely carvings in the marble and the ornate design of the ceiling. Heather stepped around the crypt, running her hand over the cool marble, remembering dreamily the moments of passion that she had shared with Kevin the other night. She heard a stirring behind her and saw a shadow flash on the wall before her. She froze for a moment then slowly began to turn around. "Hello," came a voice from behind her. "I've been waiting all week for you," Heather screamed loudly and put her hand to her face. She trembled at the sight of a strange man standing beside the door. She was certain that he wasn't there when she had entered. "Wh ... who ... who are you?" she asked nervously, crossing her arms over her chest and taking a step back, bumping up against the wall opposite him. "I'm Robert ... Robert Massey," said the tall figure. His voice was deep but soft. "And you are Heather Rowe. Welcome to my home." "Do I know you?" "You might know of me, but I doubt that you are old enough to know me," he said, slowly moving toward the center of the room. Only the crypt separated them. He was a tall trim man with sandy brown hair and riveting green eyes that had a mystical quality to them. The way he looked at her made her shiver, a good shiver, an exciting shiver. His clothing was old fashioned, a billowing light cream colored silken shirt open at the neck and part way down, revealing a nicely muscular chest. Tight dark britches clung to his narrow hips and strong legs and were stuffed into a tall pair of heavy black boots. "Wh ... where did you come from?" "I told you, this is my home and you happen to be trespassing," he said with a disarming smile. "But then I would not be a very good host if I didn't offer you my best hospitality. Won't you have a seat?" He gestured toward a stone bench set against one side of the room. "You live here?" "Um, not precisely," Robert replied. "Now please ... have a seat. It's not often that I have guests and certainly never any so lovely as you." Heather smiled. There was something about his voice, very deep but soft and gentle, inviting and seductive, something that moved her toward the bench to sit. She expected the bench to feel cold yet it wasn't. She crossed her legs and folded her hands on her knees and looked up at him. Although frightened at first, there was an ease to his manner that made her feel comfortable. "Might I interest you in a glass of wine?" he asked politely, holding up a dark bottle and glancing at the label. "It is a vintage year." "Well, okay," Heather answered. "I guess one glass wouldn't hurt," she ventured, remembering how she had contemplated getting loaded at O'Toole's. But as Robert approached with a pair of wineglasses and the bottle, she forgot completely about her other plans. There was something gracious about the way he handed her the delicate crystal goblet and poured a small amount for her to sample. As Robert stepped back and nodded toward her, she took a sip of the dark red liquid. The wine was rich in flavor, not too sweet, nor did it have a dry taste of many reds. It warmed her throat as it flowed down inside her. "Mmm, very good." "So glad you like it," he smiled and filled her glass as well as his own. "Here's to making new friends," Robert toasted and clinked glasses with her. They both took a healthy sip. "You said earlier that you had been waiting for me," Heather said bravely. "Oh, yes!" he laughed and settled onto the bench beside her. "I did." "Why for?" "I know of your visit here the other evening, Heather," Robert said, his intense green eyes looking into hers deeply. "I knew that you would return." "How did you know about that?" Heather asked. "And how did you know my name?" "There is much that I know about you, Heather," he said before taking another sip of wine. He glanced back at her; again his gaze was deep and penetrating. "Much that I can tell from looking at you and reading your expression." "Like what?" she asked sipping her wine and feeling it again flow easily down her throat, warming her so much that she pulled down the zipper to open up her leather jacket. "Like you are an adventurous girl; that you believe in things that others dismiss as foolish or impossible; that you have passions and desires into which you have only barely tapped." "And you can tell all this just from looking at me?" Heather remarked, uncrossing her legs and turning toward him slightly. What was it about the way his smile creased his face so appealingly? What was it about the way his body reclined on the bench so casually that drew her attention? What was it about the way his startling green eyes looked right inside her that Robert knew who she was and what she was about? What was it that made her feel so warm and tingling inside? "A well-trained observer can see many things," he said, reaching over and taking her free hand. He held it gently and turned it over and them back again. "I can tell that you take good care of yourself by the state of your manicure; that you have a whimsical sense of the macabre by the jewelry adorning your fingers." Then Robert drew her hand toward him and raised it to his lips. His eyes closed and his kiss burned into the soft flesh on the back of her hand. As his lips broke away from her trembling hand, his eyes looked back up to her. "And I can tell that there is much passion waiting to be released from inside you ... more than I had thought at first." Heather proudly held her head high and sat up straight on the bench. She took another sip of wine and set the glass on the floor. The room was getting warmer and she withdrew her hand from his to open up her jacket completely. "May I help you with that?" he asked. "No, I'm fine," she said slipping the jacket down from her shoulders. "Allow me," Robert said, reaching over and grasping the collar, helping her ease the jacket down and off. "Very nice," he said admiring the soft supple leather material. He set it on the bench beside him. "More wine?" Robert offered when she picked up her glass and took the last sip. "Please," she said and she watched him refill her glass. Was there something in the wine that made her body feel so warm and tingling? She could feel his presence sitting beside her, the warmth of his body making her flush and aroused. What was there about him that made this dreamlike scene feel so real? As she watched him pour into his glass, she tried to sense what she could about this stranger. Could she see the same things about him that he had about her? "It won't work," Robert remarked, looking over at her again. "What?" Heather asked, surprised by his clairvoyant remark. Could he see inside her and read her mind? "It won't work," Robert said again, smiling as he looked at her, his eyes sweeping up and down the length of her body. She noticed that her skirt had ridden up nearly to her hips showing off her shapely thighs, but she didn't move to pull it down for there was something enticing about the approving way Robert looked at her and the way her body responded, a stirring tingle along her spine and a moist warmth growing between her legs. She decided not to think any more but to react. "You have to be free and open," he went on. "You have to break free from this earthly life to see into others as I do. I'm not sure that you are ready." "I'm very spiritual ... I've been practicing yoga since I was like twelve years old. Does that help?" "That's just the first of many steps," Robert said. "It takes living your life and learning and growing." The man turned toward her and rested his elbow on the back of the bench. His arm was close enough to brush against her shoulder. "So now that you have me here, what do you plan to do with me?" she asked pointedly. "That makes me feel as though I'm holding you here against your will Miss Heather Rowe," he said, moving his arm so that his hand could rub against her shoulder. "When you are completely free to go ... anytime you wish." The touch of his hand brushing lightly against the outside of her arm sent a shiver down her spine. The way Robert spoke to her was soothing and romantic; something in the sound of his voice was drawing her closer to him, her body leaning toward him. With each breath she took, the rising and falling of her chest thrust her breasts against the silken fabric of her bra and the thin cotton of her top. She could feel her nipples grow taut as his touch persisted. She glanced down to see them begin to show through her clothes. "And if I don't wish to leave?" Heather said, leaning toward him, her full rounded lips parting as the thought of kissing him came to her mind. "Then you are free to stay ..." he said, getting up from the bench suddenly, setting his back to her. "But I am not responsible for what happens." Heather's eyes ran up and down the handsome silhouette of his back, from his heavy black boots, over the tight outline of his butt and the loose fitting shirt and draped so sexily over his shoulders. She tried not to think of the effect Robert was having on her. When he turned back to face her, she felt herself become vulnerable to him, submissive even, that she wanted him, and she wanted him to take her. "Are you prepared for that, Miss Heather Rowe?" Robert asked, his legs shifting his weight so that he stood with his hips at a jaunty angle. His body was the perfect shape with broad-shoulders, a trim narrowing of the hips, and a strong muscular shape to his legs, his chest and shoulders. "Mr. Massey," Heather said rising up from the bench. She took a couple steps toward him, his magnetic gaze pulling her toward him willingly. "I am ready for anything." As if choreographed, their arms extended and they fell into a warm embrace, her hands resting on his shoulders and his arms around her waist. He turned about as if dancing, pulling her with him as she fell against his body. His touch on her was electric sending sparks and tingles flooding through her body. Her head fell back as she laughed. But then his arms pulled her firmly against him and their faces came close together, their noses a just a breath apart. They began to sway to an unheard orchestra, their hands keeping them close together, their hips rocking against each other, and her breasts rubbing against his nearly bare chest. As they spun around, their eyes locked onto one another. Heather felt his hands glide over her body, following the curve of her back up to her shoulders and then back down below her waist swooping over the curves of her ass. She ground her hips against his and crushed her breasts against his chest. As if by instinct, their heads tilted to the side as their mouths came close. She wanted to taste him and saw him lean toward her to consummate the kiss. Starting as a soft brushing of their lips, his hand moved up over her back to her neck and Robert pressed forward, crushing his lips against hers in a hungry wet and deep kiss. The touch of his tongue upon hers seemed to set her on fire. Their kiss grew heated and their hands pawed at each other. Heather raked her fingers down over his chest, pulling his shirt open to the waist. The flesh of his chest was warm and damp as she flattened her palms against his body. Her fingertips circled his hard little nipples, her nails scratching his skin. His hands were all over her body; pulling up her skirt and cupping the bare cheeks of her ass; rising up over her back clutching at her shoulders; moving around to take hold of her breasts; then trailing lightly down over her tummy and thrusting down to cup her damp mound. Heather moaned into his ear as their kiss broke and his mouth sought out her ear and neck. Her body was on fire, a wild undulating figure wavering beneath his powerful touch. She needed a breath; she needed air; she spun away from him, but he held her close pulling her against him, her back to his chest. Heather could feel the bulge of his manhood pressing against her ass as his hands explored her breasts, circling her tender sensitive flesh through her clothes, his fingers grazing over her stiff hard nipples. She felt a shiver when his hands darted beneath her top. She leaned back against him, her hand reaching up raking through the hair on the back of his neck. The heat of his kisses was plundering her, the tickling dampness of his tongue made her sigh deeply, the nibbling of his teeth at her ear lobe brought a groan of pleasure from deep within her to her throat. His hands pulled the cups of her silky bra down and away from her tingling breasts. She groaned madly as his hands claimed her and toyed with the sensitive tips. "Robert! Robert!" Heather cried out unable to control the passion that he had unleashed in her. She turned to face him and found his mouth ready for her kiss. She cradled his head firmly and pressed her mouth against his, her tongue seeking out the electric touch of his again. Robert growled with desire as they kissed crazily, pressing her back against the crypt. With his strong arms, he boosted her up onto the cool marble. Standing between her legs, He took hold of her calves and raised them, spreading her legs apart and lifting her skirt well above her hips and revealing the dainty triangle of her black silken thong. As she placed her hands behind her and leaned back, he lowered his head toward her yearning sex. His kisses blazed softly along the length of her thighs, his warm wet lips and tongue tracing up and down her inner thighs. Soon she felt his face nestle up against her sex, his nose pressing against her mound, his mouth kissing her pussy through the thin silk of her panties. As his mouth pressed forward kissing and suckling her through the damp silk, she tossed her head back and moaned with pleasure, her chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back. Hooking her legs over his shoulders, Robert grasped her hips and began to lick her slit through the wet silk. His hands ran up and down the length of her legs, they clutched at the firm cheeks of her ass; they trailed over her belly tracing the outline of her panties. She wanted so much to feel his mouth on her bare pussy, she reached down to grasp at the panties but he had begun to ease them down, so she lifted her hips enough for him to pull the skimpy silk and elastic garment down her long shapely legs. He left it dangling around the ankle of her left boot. Kissing his way back deliberately along her thighs, Robert slowly returned his mouth to her waiting pussy. His mouth felt so hot against her smoothly shaven mound, licking gently at the juices that were coating her folds. For several minutes all she could feel was his lips and tongue on her, his lips kissing her inner folds, his tongue tracing up and down the length of her slit, circling softly about her clit then plunging down to her hot wet entrance. Over and over he sampled her pussy, kissing and licking her while she writhed and wriggled madly, her voice growing hoarse from her deep moans and sighs. Heather pulled at her top, raising it up over her breasts, bared since the cups of her bra were pulled down and away. Then she ran her hands over her firm mounds, pinching and pulling her nipples, rolling them between her fingers. She glanced down to see a great look of intensity on his face as he ate her dripping wet pussy. It felt as if every limb and every part of her body was connected directly to her pussy as the sexual energy flowing from this handsome stranger surged through her. When he lifted his head away from her for just a moment, she eagerly reached for him and pulled him back down to her, pressing his mouth firmly against her craving sex. She rocked her hips gently up and down as pleasured her. Soon his mouth centered on her clit, sucking it up into his mouth, tonguing it ferociously, and then his teeth nibbling it gently at first but then harder and harder, making her cry out with pleasure. His fingers probed up inside the lips of her pussy, thrusting up to brush against her g-spot, bringing another series of urgent cries from her lips. Humming as he laved her, the vibrations only served to increase her arousal. As Robert leaned into her, sucking and nibbling on her clit and turning and twisting his fingers inside her, she felt her body tense up completely, her nipples growing stiff and hard and her hips grinding against his face uncontrollably. When his finger gently brushed against her anus then probed her tight little pink hole, Heather nearly exploded. "Oh Christ! Oh, fuck!" she screamed as she came wildly. She could feel her wetness run down the crack of her ass and pool onto the marble. She wove her long fingers into his hair holding him firmly against her throbbing wet sex. "Oh my god!" she cried out as her body trembled and shook with delight. When she let go of his hair, Robert looked up at her with a devilish grin curling his lips. She could see the traces of her wetness dusting his moustache. Lowering his lips again, he kissed his way up her body, sampling each stretch of her bared flesh, her belly, her tummy, and her full firm breasts. As his mouth closed around her nipple, Heather closed her eyes. She had never felt so warm and wonderful before, and she only wanted more from him ... she wanted him. By the time his lips rose back up to hers, she was ready for him, kissing him with an urgent passion that was overwhelming her. She sat up and pressed against him, scooting her ass to the edge of the crypt. As Robert took a short step back, his hands lingering on her body, tracing little patterns over her hips and waist and breasts, Heather looked at him closely with her blue eyes flush with desire. She pulled her top up and off over her head, shaking her head side to side to fan out her chestnut hair. Setting her top aside, she saw him sigh deeply and smile. Reaching behind her back she quickly unclasped her bra and peeled it from her body. Slipping off the edge of the crypt, Heather stood up and reached for him, pulling him to her by the waistband of his britches. As her fingers worked each button of his trousers open, he lifted his shirt over his head. The muscular shape of his chest invited her kisses and by the time she had opened his britches, her mouth was suckling his tight little man nipples. Heather parted his pants and pulled them down harshly, looking down to see his fully engorged manhood emerge. It was long and thick with a bulbous pink head and she immediately reached for it. All Hallow's Eve "I want you," she whispered to him, leaning up to kiss him near his ear while her fingers curled around his cock and stroked it gently. "I want to taste you now." With that she squatted before him and brought his cock close to her mouth, her hand still wrapped around, stroking it. Heather extended her tongue out and flicked it at the tip. A clear dribble of precum was posed at the tip and she lapped at it, her tongue began to circle the mushy pink head, bringing a deep groan from his throat. After her tongue had circled him a hundred times, leaving a glistening glaze on the tip, Heather parted her lips and kissed it. She pivoted her mouth about him, her lips slowly stretching over the mushy cap. She could feel his hips thrust gently forward trying to edge inside her mouth, but Heather pulled back and stroked him, spreading her spit over the length of his shaft. When she kissed his cock again, she opened her mouth and began to ease him inside, slowly moving her lips back and forth, sliding him in and out of her mouth, taking just a bit more of him inside with each move. Soon she was taking nearly all of him inside her mouth, the head pushing back against her throat. Faster and harder she began to suck his cock, her head bobbing madly. He leaned forward and rested his hands on the crypt, his hips rocking back and forth as Heather sucked his cock, his groans and growls becoming louder and wilder. Heather pulled away a couple times to catch her breath and spread the thick wetness of her saliva along the shaft. As she flicked her tongue at the rouged tip, her other hand cradled his balls. She held his cock up and away while she licked down around his full tight sac, then taking each one into her mouth and sucking them gently. An animal like grunt erupted from his lips as her tongue flashed all around his balls while they were in her mouth. Then she let them go and returned to his cock, sucking him all deep inside her with one fast wet push. Heather bobbed frantically on his cock, stroking the shaft, sucking hard on the head, squeezing his balls gently, until Robert finally let out a huge groan and reached for her face. With his hand under her chin, he guided her upward, bringing her mouth to his for a wet kiss of passion. Just as his tongue lit a fire in her mouth again, Robert spun her around and pushed her toward the crypt. Heather leaned forward and grabbed the edge of the marble stand. Stepping up behind her, he lifted her skirt and rubbed the fat head of his cock on her still wet and hungry pussy. She pushed him back and reached for the snap and zipper of her skirt and shimmied it down till it pooled around her feet. Stepping out, she bent over again and presented her sweet firm ass to him. "Miss Heather Rowe, I do believe you want this," Robert said guiding his rigid cock toward her dripping sex. "Oh god yes! I want it! All of it!" she cried out, looking over her shoulder at him with a sexy grin. "They you shall have it!" he said and pushed his hips forward, thrusting the head of his cock just inside her pussy. "Mmm!" Heather hummed. "Oh yes!" With a persistent rocking motion, Robert worked his cock in and out of her pussy, slowly but surely easing more and more of his tool inside until she finally felt his belly press firmly against her ass. "Oh, god! Yes!" she cried out as he grasped her hips and began to move with long deep slow strokes. Heather could feel every inch of him push inside her, stretching her hot wet labia and brushing occasionally against her clit. She reached down and fingered herself, feeling another wave of wonderful sensations sweep over her. Her breasts were bouncing wildly, her nipples brushing against the cool marble of the crypt, only inciting her passions further. He grasped her hips and began to thrust harder and faster, their bodies soon glistening with sweat from the heat of their passionate embrace. His hands reached up and cupped her breasts, pinching and rolling her very hard nipples. Then Robert grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked it, pulling her back against him. Their wet bodies made a smacking noise each time they met as they made wild crazy love. "Oh, fuck! Yes!" she cried out as she came again. He growled loudly as he slowed the pace, letting her enjoy the wave of orgasm rippling through her undulating body. Heather pushed herself up from the crypt as Robert withdrew his cock from her pussy. She turned to face him, their arms encircling each other as they embraced and kissed heatedly and deeply. In their embrace, he turned around and backed up toward the crypt. When their kiss broke, Robert pushed himself up onto the crypt and took her hand with him. The sight of his body reclining on the crypt, his beautiful erect cock pointing skyward, invited her to crawl up on top of him. Straddling his narrow hips with her knees, Heather reached for his cock and guided him to her still hungry pussy. It felt heavenly to have him inside her again. She rested her hands on his shoulders and began to rock up and down on his cock. His hands wasted little time reaching for her breasts, cupping them and toying with her nipples. Faster and faster she rode him, rocking her hips and grinding them on his belly, crushing her clit against him. Heather leaned forward, offering her breasts to his open mouth, and feeling his lips and tongue oblige her with a series of hot wet kisses. When his teeth began to nibble on her, she felt her body tremble again. "Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" she cried out. He pushed up against her body, ramming his cock hard and deep into her pussy faster and faster until she collapsed on top of him, her breath coming short and fast. He slowed and came to a rest as Heather regained her breath. She could feel him ease his rigid cock in and out of her slightly. Grabbing her tightly, he rolled them over and Heather felt the backside of her naked body flatten against the cool marble of the crypt. It mattered little that there was no padding underneath her, so enflamed was her desire. She lifted her knees up and spread her legs for him as Robert began to move slowly atop her. Heather could feel his entire body move, as if all of him was making love to her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held onto him as he thrust his cock into her harder and faster and deeper. Lifting her booted feet up, she hooked her ankles around behind his hips, her heels digging into his butt. "I want you so much," she cried out. "I want you to cum so badly!" His only answer was a deep growl that echoed in her ear and reverberated down deep into her soul. He buried his face into her neck, kissing her near the ear. She held onto him as his body rocked and thrust wildly, their passion reaching a new height of intensity. When his teeth grazed her neck, nibbling at her tender flesh, she felt as if Robert were entering her again, making her one with him, just as their bodies were moving as one as they made love. "Oh, yes! Oh, god! Yes!" she screamed, as the thrusting of his body seemed to reach a crescendo. His teeth clamped down on her neck, his lips closing around the bruising wound as his hands clutched at her shoulders tightly, and his cock pounded her throbbing pussy. With a guttural cry, she felt his cock explode inside her, his hot cum shooting up deep inside her. He continued to thrust inside her, emptying himself into her waiting body, while his lips mouth sucked on the tender flesh of her neck. "So long ..." he whispered in her ear as his wild rocking began to slow. "So long I have waited for you, Heather Rowe. Thank you my sweet baby!" "Mmm, that was terrific!" she said, hugging this strange man tightly. "I can't believe we just did this!" "I can," Robert said, lifting his face from her neck and kissing her lips warmly and tenderly. As he brushed her hair away from her glistening face, his eyes narrowed and Robert rubbed her neck. "Sorry about that," he said apologetically. Heather reached up and touched where Robert had bitten her. "That's okay, it doesn't hurt or anything," she smiled. "I kinda lose control myself sometimes." They lie together for a while longer until Robert began to move. "You can't be comfortable like this," he said, his voice again sounding apologetic. Heather smiled as they slipped down from the crypt and sat on the bench, both still naked. But it felt so natural now that they had made love. Robert poured the last of the wine into their glasses and they sipped and snuggled together on the bench. His kisses on her hair and forehead seemed to melt right through her. Here he was, a complete stranger, and yet she had never felt so close to anyone like this before, like they were part of each other. Heather had no idea how late it was when they began to get dressed. She had to chuckle when Robert helped her, gathering up her clothes and adjusting the fit of her bra. "Mmm, you aren't getting any more ideas, are you?" she said as his fingers lingered on the soft skin and firm flesh of her breasts. "No, my sweet lady, but maybe sometime ...." His voice trailed off. When she glanced at him to question what Robert meant, he waved her off. "Let us not think of such things." "I wonder if it's gotten any chillier out," Heather asked as Robert helped her into her jacket. "I don't think so," he answered. "This is a special evening." They kissed at the door and fell into a warm embrace. Robert caressed her cheek softly. Heather turned, pushed at the door and stepped outside into the late evening air sure that Robert was following her outside. When the door closed loudly behind her, she suddenly felt alone. Turning around quickly, she saw that the candlelight was extinguished. A chill wind brushed against her face. With a blink, Heather suddenly was back in her living room, sinking back on her soft leather couch. Unbelieving, she sat up and blinked her eyes. Wait! What was that? A dream? Her body still reverberated with a sexual tingling and there was no mistaking the oozing dampness in her pussy. She hurriedly grabbed her jacket walked briskly, almost running toward the main road that lead to the cemetery. She ran, nearly out of breath, up the gravel drive to the Massy mausoleum. It was very dark and the door creaked wearily as she pushed it open. "Robert?" she called out. "Robert?" Using the little penlight on her key chain she peered around inside. The room was dank and musty, just as it had been the other night with Kevin. But atop the crypt stood the empty wineglasses and bottle and a note written in an old-fashioned handwriting style. My Dearest Heather Rowe, Hope you enjoyed our little tryst! Thank you for making an old man's entry into the afterlife so memorable. Perhaps I shall see you again next All Hallow's Eve? With Much Love Always, Robert After folding the note and slipping it into her jacket pocket, she grasped the wineglasses and turned to leave. The narrow beam of her flashlight streaked across the niches and there on the top row stood a new shiny silver urn and the name freshly carved above it, Robert Mitchell Massey.