7 comments/ 27501 views/ 4 favorites Halloween Heat By: lstorywriter I was ambivalent about going to the party on Saturday night. First of all it was a Halloween party and I wasn't much up for that this year for some reason and second of all my wife had invited her sister to go with us and then got sick and she couldn't go. She insisted that her sister and I go anyway and all in all I really just wasn't up for it. I did a half-assed attempt as dressing up as Captain Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Caribbean. Patti, my sister, showed up at the house about 7:00 and I have to say was absolutely decked out dressed up as Brittany Spears. It was an uncanny likeness and to put it mildly she was smoking hot. My wife saw the look on my face and cautioned us tongue in cheek not to do anything that she wouldn't do. She really didn't look well and brushed us off with the back of her hand as she went upstairs to go back to bed. Patti and I headed out into a very cool October night on our way to what was promoted as the party of the year. The harvest moon was glowing with an orange color over the horizon. I wasn't convinced, but was trying to keep an open mind about the whole thing. The party was at a friend of a friend's house in a nicer section of town. When we arrived the outside of the house was adorned with ghoulish decorations and shadowy lighting, which actually started to make me smile a bit reminding of when I was a kid. I finally felt like maybe the evening wasn't going to be a complete waste. The inside of the house was decorated from top to bottom in Halloween décor and it was obvious that the party had been going for a while for some of the guests. The music was playing on the loud side, the drinks were flowing freely and a good number of people were dancing as others were just mingling around the grounds enjoying each other's company. There were a few people in regular dress, but most everyone had done a good job of getting costumes that were great for the occasion. Patti and I got a few drinks and I started to loosen up a bit -- as did she. I started to notice again how hot she looked and asked her if she wanted to dance. We hit the dance floor for a while and were really getting into it for a bit just having a good time. A few drinks and dances later my attitude had finally worn off and I was having a great time with Patti and some other friends we knew that were there. We wandered back and forth from the patio by the pool to the bar to the dance floor just enjoying the evening. It was some time later that I noticed you walking on the other side of the room. You were dressed up as Cat Woman with that smooth, shiny, soft-leather, skin-tight outfit. Sleek with the full mask -- only your eyes and your chin showing. You were slowly moving from one person to another, gently rubbing up against them as you moved along as though your were hoping to get petted on the way. It struck me as a rather odd and curious way to be. You didn't seem to be paying much serious attention to anyone, just walking up, stopping, leaning into them and then slowly rubbing yourself up their body; well, like a cat, before moving on to the next person. I remember thinking you were very hot, moving with some deliberate objective that was not obvious to the rest of us. I recall being attracted to the way you moved your body and the look about you. I glanced back and forth over the course of the next 30 minutes or so sometimes catching a glimpse of you and sometimes not seeing you at all. While I was talking to a few friends I suddenly felt someone rubbing up against me and as I turned your face rose up along side the left of my body...your index finger rubbing up the inside of my left leg and up my butt to the lower side of my back. You turned to face directly toward me and I noticed how red the lipstick that you were wearing was. I couldn't help but think that your lips surrounded by the black leather looked eerily like the lips on the opening scene of the Rocky Horror Picture Show...how wonderful I thought to have that look on Halloween night. You sauntered off as quickly as you had arrived to apparently work some other part of the room. I'm not sure anyone else was watching you as intently as I was, but I have to say that I was completely intrigued. Patti noticed my interest and gently gave me a look of don't even go there big boy. I'm not sure how much time had passed. Patti was off enjoying herself and I was watching the crowd as I saw you walking toward me. This time you walked directly up to me with a completely different, confident cadence and stopped about six inches from my face. You took my hand in yours, placed a small envelope in my hand and proceeded to walk away, gently tilting your head downward and back toward me as you disappeared this time with purpose. I put down my drink and looked in my hand and saw a small black envelop about two inches by two inches. I opened it and pulled out the card inside. In script lettering all it said was -- "In Heat." On the back side of the note there was a key taped to it. I couldn't resist trying to figure out what the key was for, but thought I better go tell Patti that I was going for a walk so she wouldn't be worried about where I was. I ran into her about ten minutes later talking with a guy on the side lawn and told her that I would met her out back in about an hour. I was on a quest to see if I could find you and see what you had in mind. I walked the house and was checking doors to see if they were locked, but none of them were. I probably spent 30 minutes checking doors with no luck. I decided to get another drink and stop looking and just sort of smiled because I had gotten so worked up wondering if it was all just for naught. Was your act and the note just part of the party? If it was it was a great idea and had me going! I noticed I had a wet spot on my pants and laughed at the thoughts that had been running through my mind and the possibility that I had been lured in by the possibilities. It wasn't until I walked back out by the pool about 10 minutes later that I noticed the pool house off toward the back of the yard. There were two gas lamps burning on each side of the door and I thought to myself, "could this be real? Is the key for that door?" I was feeling half stupid for trying another door and half excited wanting to know. I wandered over that way and with a bit of trepidation tried to turn the handle. It was locked. I felt my heartbeat pick up a bit as I inserted the key and turned the handle to the right as it opened up in front of me. I wasn't quite prepared for what I walked into. It was dark inside and I could only see some of the decorations that filled the room. It was humid; there were flickers of candlelight, and soft sounds of moaning and groaning. I thought I had just walked into a haunted house. As I closed the door behind me and walked ahead toward the sounds I was brushing off the cobwebs that were dangling from the ceiling and instinctively looked around. Two coffins were on either side of me and I could see the corpses that were lying inside. After a few minutes my eyes started to adjust and I could make out blurred edges of pumpkins, headstones, the fog in the room and a menagerie of assorted items reminiscent of the haunted houses I used to visit as a child. Someone had gone to great lengths to set up this room and it was absolutely awesome. As I rounded the next corner I came upon a skull sitting in a lighted recess and then a ghost that jumped out at me from the corner. A bit startled I recoiled without thought and smiled all about the same time. My eyes opened wider in response and it was then that I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be several people in front of me about 15 feet away. As I approached I saw two people standing in the twilight facing each other about three feet apart. I then noticed a third sitting in a chair off to my right. It wasn't for another several seconds that I noticed a silhouette on the floor directly in front of me. It was just then that I started to differentiate some of the moans coming from the people in front of me from the background noises coming from the props that surrounded us. Strangely as the four of you started to come into focus you appeared as though you were a part of this odd venue. There you were in your full Cat Woman costume squatting on the floor. Who appeared to be Rhett Butler from Gone With the Wind was off to my left -- one hand on a grave marker and the other on the top of your head; the fog wafting up in front of him. I wasn't quite sure who the man to my right was. The third person sitting in the chair appeared to be someone dressed up like James Bond. One thing I had no problem recognizing were the two cocks, one in each of your hands. As I got a bit closer I could see where your costume apparently had covers over your breasts, and they had been removed and your entire breasts were standing out against the black backdrop of the leather like white mountains against a dark sky. Your nipples were stiff and standing up straight as if they were pointing the direction to some unknown erotic place of ritual. You were running your hands up and down both shafts and taking turns moving your head to lick and suck on one, then back to the other; gently, slowly and with apparent exacting accuracy. You paused briefly only to say with a whisper -- "What took you so long? We couldn't wait any longer. I thought you had given up; or worse, that you didn't want me." I can assure that was the furthest thing from my mind. It wasn't until that moment that I realized that earlier you had been casing out the room looking for potential prey to help you satisfy your lust. You had somehow sought out the scent of the four of us and lured us to this room to enjoy yourself, to fulfill your needs. I was wondering how many others you had invited who hadn't fulfilled their destiny in your mind. I noticed you had stopped blowing the two men to your right and left and looked at me. The four of us were in a trance solely admiring your stature and completely under your spell. You motioned me to come closer to your face with slow, long motions of your right index finger and as I leaned down and approached you took your hand and extended it between my legs and squeezed firmly. You felt the erection through my pants and then put your hand behind my neck and pulled me in even closer..."I saved my pussy for you," you said. Take off your pants and let me see if I was right in doing so." As you started to purr I dropped my pants and stepped out of them. My erection stood to attention immediately and you could see the glistening of the wetness that had been working up inside of me. "Mmmmm....I see I made the right choice," you said. "I thought I might like to have yours first," as you licked your lips. I stood there in front of you not quite sure what to do and you took your left hand and unzipped the swath of fabric that was covering your crotch. There you were, squatting on the floor with a sleek black outfight clinging to your beautiful body; small ears protruding from the top of your head. The only signs of flesh were from the sparkle in your eyes and your mouth that you kept licking...with the red lipstick...the same lipstick that was now streaked on the cocks in your hands, your breasts, and a triangular patch of glistening pussy with a close cropped shave. The rest of you was all black; a shiny black skin that reflected the candlelight at the same time that it was lost into the background. With no real question in your voice you instructed me to get on my back and lick your pussy. With that you started right back up stroking and sucking on the two men you had been working on before. As I moved under you I could see you lifting up a bit for me to get my head in place. As soon as I was positioned you lowered your body onto my face and proceeded to rub yourself downward as I moved my tongue from inside you up to your bud and back down. Instantaneously the wetness that you had been holding swept out onto my face. Your scent was all over it and it tasted like some kind of watery icing on a cake. I put my hands under the back side of your legs to keep from choking since you kept pushing down on my face harder and harder. I'm not sure that either one of us would have cared if you had done just that; pushing into me until I passed out. I couldn't see what was happening above me, but it was obvious that you had picked up the pace both on the engorged penises you were working as well as with your hips rotating over my face. My nose would get totally enveloped by your lips and into your hole only to emerge again so my tongue could lick the nectar from between your legs. I heard one man moan...I could imagine him squirting once and then twice. I couldn't tell if the gasps were coming from the same person or not but it was exciting you enough that you tensed up and had on orgasm on top of me. Your hips started to move slower and deeper as you finished yourself off on my face. Wasting no time you got up, grabbed my hand and pulled me up with you. You put both of our hands on my face and gave me a big lick from my chin to the top of my nose before quickly moving over toward one of the coffins and placing your hands on the edge. You moved your legs back, bent over and pushed your swollen lips out toward the center of the room. I knew instinctively what you wanted me to do and I approached you from behind and thrust my cock into the wet vagina that needed so desperately to get fucked. As I moved my hips back and forth you met each thrust with a backward movement of your hips to obtain maximum penetration. I could see on your left shoulder the remnants of the blow job you had given where one of the other men had cum on you. The white translucent fluid was slowly dripping down off your shoulder onto the floor below you like glue that hadn't dried yet. As I glanced around it was apparent that the other two were still in a serviceable state. You glanced at them and without a word they knew to line up behind me to wait until it was their turn; standing by to service you until you were satisfied...as if that was possible at this particular moment. I fucked you hard and slow for some time and then stepped away as I watched the other two come up behind you and do the same. When one of us was fucking you the others would be gently and not so gently caressing your breasts, or fingering your clit, or licking you in this part or that. You must have cum five or six times as the three of us exchanged cocks repeatedly in your insatiable opening. The thought of multiple cocks indiscriminately fucking your aching hole had you moaning, purring and growling at times as inch after inch of swollen rods penetrated and then exited you, over and over. I was the last one to get inside you again. Your lips were swollen and you had passed the point of satisfaction to the point of shear lust. Just the pure satisfaction of getting fucked like that was driving you on and on. The other two were standing next to you rubbing your erect nipples with the tips of their cocks. As I was pounding you and rubbing your clit the man to my left cupped your breast and came into his hand with your nipple in his fingers. The man on my right followed shortly thereafter and both of them began rubbing your breasts and nipples with their now wet palms. You let out a loud noise as your pussy clenched around my cock and I exploded inside of you with long, deep thrusts. Moments later, after catching your breath you stood up, you ran your middle finger through the fluid on your breasts and dripping from your crotch and then licked it off your finger like it was Maple syrup you had just licked off of a warm batch of pancakes. You smiled, placed the fabric patches back on your still dripping crotch and breasts and proceeded to kiss each of us on the lips with a tender, sensuous kiss followed by a quick nibble to the lip and a quiet growl. At that you left us standing among the coffins and gravestones as you walked out of the pool house. Several minutes later as we left the building still in a daze the four of us saw you walking around the grounds walking up to someone, rubbing up against them and then walking off to the next person. We knew you were looking for the next set of unsuspecting men to help fulfill what could never be. You were in heat...needing to find whatever suitable cock you could to be inside of you. I found Patti a few minutes later and asked her if she was ready to go. She asked me if I was o.k. because I had this bewildered look on my face. I felt like I was coming out of a drug stupor and wasn't sure if what was in my mind had actually just happened or whether I was dreaming it up. She said she wasn't sure what I was talking about. Later that night, as I was getting ready for bed, I went to the bathroom and glanced down to see a red lipstick ring around the base of my cock. It hadn't been a figment of my imagination. My cock began throbbing again with just the thought of Cat Woman, and as I thought about what had happened I realized that I was not satisfied either...I stroked myself hoping that someday I would meet her again. I knew I would never get you out of my mind. Halloween Hedonism Kara entered her house a little unsteadily. She had just gone to the third Halloween costume party of the week and was drunk as well as fed up. The party had been her friend Christine's. "It's all the same, every year," she thought to herself. "I'm always the single woman at these damn things. I walk in, and everyone asks, 'Who did YOU bring, Kara?' Sheesh, why is it so important that I have to bring a date? Then there are the do-gooders who try to push me towards any single guy there, no matter HOW gross he is!" She walked into her room and looked in the mirror. She had gone to the party as a French Maid (she knew it was a common costume, but didn't care). Kara inspected herself from head to toe in the mirror. She had a black and white headband that was set in her long, brown, wavy hair. On her face, she wore sultry make-up: dark eyeshadow and eyeliner on her almond-shaped eyes, dark red lipstick on her pouty lips, and she had affixed a small birthmark to the left of her left eye. The makeup enhanced her best features without being too much. Her short black satin dress with a small white apron attached to it framed her curvy figure well, stopping just below her ass. It was low-cut in the front and the tops of her 36c breasts were showing. Her legs were encased in fishnet thigh-highs and showed off their shape nicely. On her feet were 3 ½ inch black high heels that made her legs look even longer than they were. Over all, she thought she was pretty hot. "Then why does it seem like everyone has someone except for me?" she cried to herself. Just then, the doorbell rang. "Who on earth is ringing my bell at 2 in the morning? All the trick-or –treaters should be in bed by now". Kara went downstairs and looked through the peephole in her door. It was Sandy, one of the women at the party who (of course) had been there with her boyfriend. Kara didn't know her well, but she seemed nice enough. She opened the door, a little surprised. Sandy was still wearing her Halloween costume as well. "Hi Sandy, what are you doing here?" Sandy replied, "You left the party so quickly that you forgot to take your jacket with you. When everyone was leaving, Christine found it underneath everyone else's coats. Justin and I offered to bring it to you on our way home, since Christine had mentioned that you didn't live far from us. I'm surprised you weren't cold". "Thanks, you didn't have to do that. I didn't even feel the cold, to be honest with you. After having a few drinks at Christine's party, I wasn't feeling much of anything". Sandy and Kara chuckled at Kara's statement. Kara though Sandy would turn around and leave, but she was still standing on Kara's doorstep. "Uh, would you like to come in for a drink?" Kara asked. "Sure," said Sandy. "Let me get Justin out of the car and we'll be right in". "Is Jack and Coke OK?" "That's fine," Sandy replied. Kara thought it was a little odd, but figured that the couple didn't feel like going home yet. While Kara got them all drinks, she mused. When she had seen Justin at the party, she thought he was one of the best-looking guys there. Physically, he was her type. Justin was about 6'2, with short dark brown hair and olive skin. He had sexy green eyes that made him look like he was always thinking something naughty. He had wide shoulders and a broad back, but was not overly defined. From what Kara could see of Justin, he had nice legs- not bulky, but not skinny either. He was dressed as a vampire and looked alluringly wicked. Kara had gone up to him at the party without realizing that he was there with someone. When she had started talking to him, Sandy walked up to them and laced her arm through his. "Oh, I'm so embarrassed," Kara said to them when she realized her faux pas. I didn't know that you two came here together". "It's OK," Sandy laughed. "I'm used to women wanting Justin. It used to bother me, but now it doesn't". "OK. Sorry again". Kara walked away, red in the face. It figured that the one guy she wanted at the party was taken. After that incident, she had made a point to try to stay away from the couple, and that was just the beginning of her downward spiral at the party. By the time Kara finished her thoughts and making the drinks, Sandy and Justin had entered her house and were comfortably ensconced on Kara's couch. Kara entered the living room with the three drinks and set them down. She took a seat in the loveseat perpendicular to them. "So what did you think of Christine's party?" Justin asked Kara. "It was all right," Kara replied. "I just hate it that I'm one of the only single women there and my friends try to push me towards any single male. It can get annoying. It seems that people think that just because I'm in my 20's, I should be thinking of settling down with someone". "I used to have the same problem," Sandy replied. "Before I met Justin a year ago, I was always getting invited to dinner parties where everyone was coupled up. The host usually invited one of their single male friends to be my partner, but he always turned out to be a loser". The conversation continued and the their drinks soon emptied. Justin offered to refresh their drinks, so Kara pointed him in the direction of the kitchen, where everything was located. As soon as he left, Sandy came and sat next to Kara on the loveseat. "Justin thinks you're beautiful, you know," she said to Kara. "Umm, tell him I said thanks, I guess," Kara replied nervously. "I think you're beautiful too," said Sandy. "As soon as I saw you talking to Justin at the party, I noticed how stunning you were. When Christine found that you'd left your jacket at her place, Justin and I jumped at the chance to bring it to you". Now Kara was getting a little uncomfortable. Through the haze of alcohol, she realized that Sandy was hitting on her, and she wasn't sure if she liked it or not. Kara had been propositioned by women and by couples before, but had never found any of them appealing enough to take them up on their offers. For the first time, she took a good look at Sandy. Sandy was a little shorter than Kara, about 5'3. She also had a more petite frame, but was curvy. Her dark red hair was in pigtails and a cheerleading costume was covering her small frame. Her warm brown eyes were large and were framed nicely by the delicate bone structure of her face. She had a light dusting of freckles across her small nose, which made her look cute and sexy at the same time. Over all, Kara could see why Justin was attracted to Sandy. They were opposites in looks, but complemented each other. She was small and perky with creamy white skin, and Justin was big, dark and sexy. It was as though Sandy could tell what was going on in Kara's mind. She could sense Kara's conflict, and decided to sway Kara's decision. Sandy took the sides of Kara's face between her hands and guided her mouth to Kara's. She softly touched her lips to Kara's. When Kara didn't pull away, Sandy increased the pressure a little and darted her tongue out. Kara opened her mouth a little and Sandy entered Kara's mouth with her tongue. Kara began to kiss Sandy back. "Wow," Kara thought to herself. "This is so different from kissing a man, but I like it." Sandy started to get more aggressive and kissed Kara harder. She wrapped her arms around Kara's neck and pulled her close. Sandy's tongue was darting in and out of Kara's mouth with regular, even strokes, mimicking the act of sex. Kara could feel it throughout her body. Just then, Kara felt someone tugging at the hem of her dress, trying to lift it up while she was still sitting down. It was Justin, who had just entered the room after making the drinks. She had gotten so caught up in the sensuous feeling from Sandy kissing her that she had forgotten about him for a moment. Without breaking their kiss, Kara became the aggressor and leaned forward until Sandy was reclining on the couch. Kara was then able to get on her knees while kissing Sandy, and Justin lifted Kara's dress to her waist. He started to rub his hands up and down her legs, giving her pleasant chills. Then his hand moved to her clit and rubbed her through her panties. Kara moaned in response against Sandy's mouth. She hadn't had any action in so long! Sandy broke their kiss and said, "Can we go up to your bedroom?" "Yes, but I want you to know that I've never been with another woman before, so you're going to have to help me out here," Kara replied. "Don't worry about it," Justin said. We have it all under control". Kara led Justin and Sandy up to her room. When they got there, The couple helped Kara out of her dress, and divested themselves of their clothes as well. Kara took off her bra and thong and was about to take of her thigh highs and heels when Sandy said, "No. Leave those on. They look great on you". They then had Kara stand at the end of the bed, one on either side of her. They both started to caress her body, and both of them moved down to her breasts to kiss and suck her nipples. The feeling Kara had from mouths and tongues licking and sucking each nipple was exquisite; she thought she was going to come right there. Kara then felt Sandy's hand massaging her shaved pussy. Sandy ran her hand around it, teasing her. Kara couldn't take the teasing and thrust out her pussy so that Sandy knew she wanted more. Sandy spread Kara's lips and felt her wetness. She then slowly dipped her finger inside of Kara and withdrew some moisture. Sandy took her finger, which was lubricated with Kara's juices and began to rub Kara's clit with it. It wasn't long before Kara came from the stimulation of her nipples and clit. It was the first orgasm in a while that wasn't self-induced, and Kara's legs almost went out on her in the midst of coming. Justin gently guided her back on the bed while Sandy finished off Kara's orgasm. The next minute, Kara felt Justin's mouth on her neck, lightly biting and sucking. He moved up to her mouth and kissed it roughly, arousing Kara all over again. Sandy continued to pay homage to Kara's nipples by biting, caressing and licking them. Kara had never felt another woman's breasts before, and reached down to Sandy to feel hers. They were not as big as Kara's, but firm and full. Kara tweaked the nipple, which brought on a moan from Sandy. She moved her hand to Sandy's other breast, exploring and caressing. Justin took Kara's free hand and guided it to his cock while he was kissing her. She wrapped her hand around his solid warmth and moved her hand up and down it. She then touched the tip of it with her fingers and felt his precum oozing out. Kara rubbed the precum all over the tip of Justin's cock, making him gasp in response. He climbed up on the bed and straddled her face, making Kara's hand lose contact with Sandy's nipple. Kara grabbed his cock and pulled it hungrily towards her mouth. She licked the underside of his shaft slowly, and when she reached the tip she lavished it with her tongue, moving her tongue wetly around it. She put the tip of his cock in her mouth and sucked; Justin groaned in response. Just then, Kara jumped a little in surprise as Sandy's tongue touched her clit. Sandy licked all around: Kara's lips, her inner thighs, her wet hole, until she returned to the little bud that brought Kara so much pleasure. Justin moved off of Kara so that he could watch his girlfriend go down on Kara. He lay on his side with his cock in Kara's face. Kara resumed sucking him while Sandy went down on her. Kara began licking the tip again, and took it in her mouth. She slowly sank her mouth down the shaft of his cock and sucked while going back up it again. Kara continued sucking in this fashion while fondling Justin's balls. Meanwhile, Sandy flicked her tongue back and forth across Kara's clit, feeling it get harder and bigger. Sandy took one of her fingers and inserted it into Kara's wet pussy. She then inserted another one in, and felt the Kara contract around her fingers. Sandy pumped her fingers in and out slowly while licking Kara's little bud; she gradually started to move faster. The faster Sandy finger-fucked Kara, the harder Kara sucked on Justin. Soon Kara's hips began to buck and her legs shook with her second orgasm of the night. In the same moment, Justin spewed his cum in Kara's mouth, and it was so unexpected that some of it dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin. Spent, Kara and Justin lay back, panting. Sandy wasn't ready to stop just yet, as she had yet to be satisfied. She moved up to where Kara was lying down and began licking Justin's cum off of her chin. She moved to Kara's mouth and again began kissing her; the taste of Justin's cum mixing with Kara's juices from Sandy's mouth. The scent and the taste of herself on Sandy's tongue was arousing Kara again. She could feel her body getting warm. Just then Sandy lay down and pulled Kara on top of her. Kara broke their kiss and moved her mouth to Sandy's neck, nibbling on it. She kissed and nibbled a trail down to Sandy's breasts, and took one nipple in her mouth. She gently brushed her teeth against the tip of Sandy's nipple, and then moved to the other breast to do the same to that one. Kara opened her eyes and looked to see if Sandy was enjoying it. Sandy was grasping the sheets with her hands, her eyes closed. Kara saw this as a good sign. She also saw Justin watching the two of them while he had his hand on his cock, rubbing it. "You two look so hot togethe,r" he said. "I want to watch while you eat her pussy". After Justin said that, Kara needed no further encouragement and continued her oral journey down Sandy's body. When she got to the apex of Sandy's thighs, she wasn't sure what to do, but figured that she would try to do to Sandy what she liked having done to herself. She ran her tongue along Sandy's hipbone, going down to her pussy lips. Kara teased Sandy the way Sandy had teased her, kissing all around her pussy, but not quite touching her clit just yet. Sandy was writhing on the bed. "Please, please kiss my clit!" she begged. Kara obliged and darted her tongue out to touch Sandy's clit. She then spread Sandy's legs wider so that she could have access to her hole as well. Kara then had her first taste of a female's pussy juice aside from her own. It was tangy but kind of sweet- not unpleasant at all. She licked around and in Sandy's hole and then moved her tongue up to her clit. She gave Sandy's clit a couple of flicks with her tongue, making Sandy buck her hips. Kara decided to stop teasing Sandy and put her mouth over Sandy's little clit. She began to suck it softly while flicking her tongue over it, keeping her mouth closed the whole time. Kara then ran her tongue over and around Sandy's clit, making her even wetter. Kara took a finger while her tongue was playing with Sandy's nub and put it in her wet pussy. Slowly, she moved it in and out, in and out, driving Sandy crazy. "Faster, faster!" Sandy cried. Kara obliged her and hastened her ministrations to Sandy's pussy. She stuck another finger inside Sandy, making her feel fuller. While Kara did this, she looked up to see Sandy shaking her head back and forth. Her chest and face were becoming a rosy color. Kara realized that Sandy was about to come, and voraciously sucked on Sandy's clit. Kara felt Sandy's pussy contracting around her fingers with the onset of her orgasm, along with more fluid gushing from her now-soaking hole. "For your first time, you sure seemed like you knew what you were doing," Sandy gasped, still coming down from her orgasm high. "Thank,s" Kara replied. "I'm not finished yet, though". With that statement, Kara climbed on the bed and had Sandy straddle her face while Kara lay on her back. Kara grabbed Sandy's hips and pushed them so that her pussy was over Kara's mouth. "Mmmmm, I love the taste of your pussy. I want to lick up all of your come now and make you come again". Kara began licking the juices off of Sandy's inner thighs, working her way towards her soaked pussy. Justin had been watching and stroking himself while the two women played, and was now rock-hard again. He put on a condom and climbed on the bed between Kara's legs. He entered her while she was eating out Sandy. Kara didn't expect it and grunted in surprise and pleasure at the first thrust of Justin's cock inside of her, but continued licking and sucking on Sandy. Justin pumped away inside Kara's lovebox and starting rubbing her clit as well. Kara was already turned on from her oral attention to Sandy's cunt, and was very close to coming. After a few minutes of Justin fucking and rubbing her, Kara started moaning against Sandy's pussy. The vibrations from Kara's mouth against her clit sent Sandy into an orgasm as well, and the two women came together, bucking and spasming. Sandy rolled off of Kara and lay there for a minute while Justin continued to fuck Kara. "I'll be right back," Sandy said, getting off of the bed. After Sandy left the room, Justin maneuvered around so that he was lying down and Kara was on top of him, facing away. "Ride my cock, baby". Kara started moving her hips up and down while she was on top of him. He wet his index finger and placed it on her asshole. "I'm going to stick my finger in your tight little hole", he said. He slowly eased his finger inside her while she moved up and down his pole. Once it was in, she changed to a rocking back and forth position so that Justin's finger pumped in and out of her while his cock was inside of her. He then inserted a second finger, which made Kara rock faster. She took one of her hands and rubbed her clit while being fucked this way. "Ohhhh, that feels so good. I'm going to come again!" she squealed. Justin pistoned his fingers in and out of her harder and faster, bring on yet another orgasm in Kara. "Turn around and ride me," Justin ordered when Kara came down. She obeyed and rode his cock while facing him. She leaned over so that he could bite and lick her nipples while she fucked him. She heard Sandy enter the room, but was too busy concentrating on the feel of Justin's cock inside of her pussy to acknowledge Sandy. She felt Sandy climb on the bed behind her and probe at her ass with something. Kara turned around to see what Sandy was doing, and saw that Sandy was trying to stretch Kara's ass with her fingers to accommodate the strap-on dildo that she had on. "Where did that come from?" Kara asked. "I usually bring it with me when we go to parties. You never know when it's going to come in handy," she said with a wink. "Just relax and let it happen. I made sure it's well-lubed and I'll go slowly". Kara turned back towards Justin, who held her hips still so that Sandy could enter her asshole with the strap-on. She pushed the tip of the fake cock in and met with resistance. "Just relax," Justin said. He pulled her forward and kissed her, making her concentrate on that instead of on Sandy trying to fuck her ass. Sandy again tried and slid the tip inside of Kara. She then let Kara adjust to the feeling of the cock in her ass, and slid it in a little at a time, until it was up to the hilt. "Ahhh, I feel so full," she said. When it seemed that Kara was okay from both cocks in her, Justin slowly pumped his cock in and out of her pussy. Soon Sandy joined in, pumping in Kara's ass whenever Justin pumped out. They continued in this manner, rhythmically going in and out, until Kara was about to scream from the dual stimulation. "Faster, please, faster!!! I wanna come again!" Kara yelled. Justin and Sandy continued the rhythm, except that it was faster this time. "Ohhhhhhh, I'm coming!" Kara howled. After Kara came, Justin and Sandy withdrew from Kara's orifices. Sandy took off the strap-on and Justin took the condom off of his still hard cock. He stood over Kara and Sandy and ordered them to play with each other's pussies while he jerked himself off in their mouths. He jerked off while they licked and sucked his cock and played with each other. He spewed his semen all over their mouths, and they kissed each other with Justin's sperm between the two of them, all the while fingering each other. Kara and Sandy kissed and masturbated each other until they both had another orgasm. Halloween Hedonism Afterwards, they all collapsed on the bed, intertwined in each other. "Wow- that was the best Halloween I've ever had." Kara exclaimed. "You two turned another boring night at a costume party into the best sex I've ever had. You planned this all as soon as you saw me?" "Well, let's just say that we had a feeling you'd be open to this after seeing the way you looked at Justin. Bringing your jacket over saved us from having to find an excuse," answered Sandy, with a grin. "I see," said Kara. The three were silent for a moment, "So, what are you two doing for Thanksgiving?" They just smiled and fell asleep, cuddling Kara. Halloween Help Earns Second Chance "Trick or treat! Trick or treat! Trick or treat," dancing around her and taunting her in a wild melee of mean spirited activity, disguised in Halloween masks, the four teenage boys screamed their hatred at her. I was stunned. I couldn't believe my eyes. It took me a second to react to what they were doing and to what I was seeing, before I went into action. Only, it was too late. They had already pushed her to the pavement and taken her bag of cans. "Hey! Stop that! Get away from her! Leave her alone." I ran to where the group of boys had knocked the old woman down. At first I thought she was just another kid dressed in costume trick or treating for Halloween. Only, her perceived bag of candy was a bag of collected cans for their deposit. Certainly, she had enough problems without having to be targeted for this shit. As I neared, I realized she was a homeless woman. By her raggedy appearance and weathered, wrinkled skin, she was a witch of a woman. Dressed in dark colored torn and tattered rags, she looked really old. No doubt, living on the street made her look older than her age. Still, she looked as if those cans were all she had. Fearing the worst, I ran up to her expecting she had hit her head on the sidewalk or broken her arm or hip in the fall. "Are you okay? Let me help you up. Careful. Are you injured? Is anything broken? Do you want me to call for an ambulance?" "I'm okay, thank you," she said squeezing my hand to raise herself from a lying position to a sitting one, while looking up at me to give me a sad, little smile. "I got the little bastards," she said with a spiteful twinkle in her eye. "I got them. I took five from each of them and that's twenty for you," she said, as if she had been victorious in battle. Clutching her left hand tightly, as if holding a trapped fly and not wanting whatever she held in it to escape, she raised her hand to my face for me to see and smiled. As I leaned in closer to see what she held, she inhaled and blew. "From one to another, from bad boys to a good man, I give this gift to you for a good deed done," she said. In a puff of her foul breath, she blew whatever was in her hand in my eyes, but there was nothing but air and the stench of her bad breath. At least, at the time, I thought that there was nothing and that her hand was empty, but I was pleasantly surprised, shocked actually, to discover later that it wasn't. "Let me help you to stand," I said gently helping her up from the sidewalk. "Those cans were my supper tonight. Such a waste of time and energy. I spent my day collecting them and was just on my way to the store to cash them in and buy some food," she said, as if talking to herself. "I'm sorry," I said. "I'm so sorry." "Don't you worry," she said. "Those little bastards thought they got the better of me, but I fixed them. They'll never even know enough to be sorry for pushing me down and stealing my cans, until it's too late," she said looking at me and waving her finger to pontificate her words. "I took something they can never get back, they're all short lived now," she said giving me a nod, as if expecting my acknowledgment, when I had no idea what she was saying. "Here," I said pulling a twenty from my pocket, putting it in her hand, and wrapping her fingers around it. "I can't take this," she said without even looking at the denomination of the bill. "Please, I insist. I'll sleep better tonight, knowing you've had something to eat." "Thank you," she said opening her hand and realizing that I had given her a twenty, instead of what most people give the homeless, a dollar or some spare change. "Twenty dollars for twenty years. Many a man would pay a lot more for what I just gave you, but you're kind, very kind, I can see that in your face. You're a generous soul even, the type who'd give someone the shirt off your back without knowing the gift I gave you. Thank you," she said again. "You're welcome," I said giving her a smile. "What comes around goes around and finally it comes around to you," she said with a wicked laugh and waving her crooked finger in a circle in the air over her head, before jabbing her long, dirty fingernail in my chest. The static shock of her finger made me feel, as if I was being jabbed with an electric needle and a sudden rush of energy surge through my veins like adrenaline. Supercharged, instantly, I felt invigorated. "If only it was that easy," I said, then more people would step up and do the right thing, instead of sticking their heads in the sand, pretending they didn't see, and not getting more involved for fear they'll be inconvenienced. "I bet you're like that all the time, a good Samaritan, helping those in need and not expecting anything in return. Only, it's about time that someone, who's as good as you have been to others be rewarded, too. It's your turn." She looked at me and smiled. "This is your lucky day. You'll thank your stars you met me." Figuring she had been drinking and/or hit her head on the sidewalk in her fall, I had no idea what she was going on about. Maybe she was senile, maybe she was crazy, but whatever she was, she was talking nonsense and I was eager to deposit her somewhere, once I was assured myself that she was feeling better and okay to be left alone. "I can walk with you a way, until you're more steady on your feet. Where do you live?" Wishing I could take back the words, as soon as I said them, I felt dumb. Where do you live? Look at her. She's in rags, carrying all she has in a little wooden bucket. She's homeless. She lives on the street, no doubt, in some doorway or under a bridge with cardboard for a bed and mice and roaches for pets instead of a cat and a dog. I should have a problem. Compared to her plight, compared to the misery that is her day, I'm lucky. Here I was feeling sorry for myself for being alone and lonely, after my wife left me for some home improvement contractor, and this poor woman doesn't even have a roof over her head, a bed to sleep in, and food to eat. I'd be cranky and miserable if my cable went out for a few hours and this woman goes without everything, food, water, shelter, and a toilet every day. I can't imagine how endures it all. I can't imagine how she survives. Feeling that we meet the people we do for a reason and sometimes don't always discover why someone crosses our path when they do, until it's too late, I wondered what the reason was I was meeting this bag lady. Maybe there was none. As simple as this, maybe the reason having her in my life was to make me feel grateful for what I have. For two years, I've been focusing on what I don't have, namely my wife, and compared to this old, homeless woman, I have so much. I have a good life. I have everything that I need. Maybe meeting this woman is just want I need to get over the breakup of my marriage and get my head back on straight enough to continue my life without her and to find someone else to love. Wouldn't that be great to find a woman to talk to, laugh with, and to hold, hug, kiss, and to love? "Whoa," she said, suddenly looking, as if she was about to keel over. "Sorry, but I suddenly feel so dizzy." I reached out my hand and caught her by her arm, before she fell. "Have you eaten anything?" She looked at me, as if she didn't understand my words. "Have you had anything to eat?" "Today?" She looked the way my mother used to look, when she couldn't remember if she had taken her medication. And I always wished people had paid my Mom the same courtesy then, that I was paying this woman now, when my Mom fell dead in the street and people walked by her and stepped over her, figuring she was drunk. Dead before even hitting the pavement, said the medical examiner after the autopsy, she died of a massive heart attack. Someone even stole her purse on the pretense of stopping to help her. They had his image on video camera surveillance installed by the police high up on a building, but the black and white photo was so grainy that it was useless in trying to identify the man. Because my Mom had no identification, she spent days lying in the morgue with a Jane Doe toe tag, while I was crazy out of my mind trying to find her. "Let's go in here," I said motioning to a little cafe where we were stopped in front of, while waiting for her to regain her sense of balance. "Oh, no, I can't go in there. It's cursed," she said pulling away from me, taking a step back, and closing and buttoning her sweater. She brushed off her sleeves, but they were so caked with hair, dirt, and city grime that it didn't make any difference. "Why can't you go in here?" "They won't serve someone like me, not the way I look," she said looking down at herself and then at me with an embarrassed smile. "I asked to use the bathroom here once, and the owner refused. I had to go so badly that I had an accident in my pants later, but I fixed him, too." It was more than a bit disconcerting, whenever she said she fixed people. In the way she said it made me wary of her and I assumed she was mentally ill. Nonetheless, I was anxious to help her, so that she wouldn't feel the need to fix me, too. Perhaps, her blood sugar was low and that was making her say strange things. She'd feel better, no doubt, after a hot meal. "Here," I said taking off my jacket and putting it over her shoulders. "They'll serve you, so long as you're with me, a paying customer," I said pulling her along. "C'mon, you'll feel better with some hot food in your stomach." There was a metal box mounted to the wall with the photo of a man, the owner of the restaurant, who had suddenly taken ill. He was in the hospital in a coma and his family were asking for donations from customers to help defray his medical costs. Suddenly, after seeing his photo and being sensitive to his plight, feeling somewhat like there go I before God, I put in all the spare change I had, about three dollars worth. Then, I wondered if this bag lady had somehow caused him to take ill, maybe that was how she fixed him. Nah, it was just a terrible coincidence is all. She's just talking ragtime. The fact that it was Halloween night was causing me to read more into her and into this than there was. Surely, she wasn't a witch. Surely she was someone's grandmother, mother, wife, sister and daughter. We walked inside and I grabbed a table, a corner booth that was a distance away from the other patrons and that looked more comfortable than the little bistro chairs they had situated in front of the big, bay window that looked out over the busy city street and where most customers preferred to sit and people watch. Besides, I needed more room than those little bistro tables for the food I had planned on ordering to fatten her up and for her to take the leftovers with her to wherever it was she called home. The waitress came over and looked at her, before looking at me and looking back at her again. I could tell she wanted to say something, but she didn't. She looked at me again, smiled, and handed us the menus. "The specials are on the insert," she said opening the menu. "We have something different every day. Today is beef stew, where the chef takes the leftovers from the week and puts it all in a big pot, but it's really good and it's loaded with tender beef. Unlike the beef stews of other restaurants, there's more beef in our beef stew than carrots and potatoes." I looked over at my dinner guest and smiled. "Do you like beef stew?" "I love beef stew," she said. "Let's start off with two beef stews and can you bring us some bread, lots of bread and butter, extra butter and coffee?" "Sure," she said giving me a warm smile. "I'll take care of you, as if you're my relatives," she said putting a hand on the old woman's shoulder and patting her. "What's your name," I asked my dinner guest? "Ruth, but everyone calls me Bucket," she said giving me a smile that showed her missing teeth. "Bucket is my street name. We all have street names." She looked at me and smiled. "What's your name?" "Tom." "And what's your street name?" "I don't have a street name." "We all have street names," she said again, this time in a way that evoked my imagination of the multitude of street names that must be out there on the street attached to some of the characters, who live on the street and who have a story to tell. I admit, it was fun suddenly trying to think of a street name for myself, something that summed up my life in a word or phrase, much in the way of the American Indians of old, Sitting Bull or Running Bear or Crazy Legs. I felt like a kid again when we all used to pick a baseball player to emulate or the name of an Indian when matched against a cowboy, such as Roy Rogers, Gene Autry, or the Cisco Kid, in my day. None of us wanted to be the Indian. We all wanted to be the cowboy, just as none of us wanted to be the Japanese or the German soldier, we all wanted to be Audie Murphy, the Congressional Medal of Honor winner, and the war hero. "Sorry, but I don't have a street name, but I do have a last name." "Nah, last names don't mean squat on the street," she said waving a dirty hand at me and making me feel like she was going to spit. "You gotta have a street name, otherwise no one will know who you are and where you live," she said looking amazed, shocked even, that I didn't have a street name. It was an interesting concept, instead of using last names and addresses on mail boxes of houses, these street urchins had a colorful street name that identified one homeless person from another. "You make me wish I had a street name," I said with a smile, "but I don't. Sorry." "I'll give you one," she said with a wry smile. She looked at me, as if she knew all along what my street name would be. "Second chance." "Second chance? Why that?" "You'll see," she said with a laugh. "You'll see," she said raising a finger to her forehead and giving me a yellowed smile full of missing teeth. "And won't you be surprised when you do," she said laughing out loud at her private joke. "Yes you will." There she goes talking ragtime again. I was wishing the waitress would at least appear with some bread and butter to regulate her blood sugar, so she'd stop talking in riddles. She just wasn't making any sense. "Bucket? Why that?" "Oh, it's a long story that has to do with a wishing well, where I once lived. Only, my house burned down and I had no insurance," she said suddenly looking so sad. "They said it was an accident, but it was arson and I fixed the ones who burned down my house. I made them rue the day they ever crossed me. I fixed them," she said wagging her finger, as if scolding the ones who she thought burned down her house. "Fixed them, what do you mean, fixed them?" "It's best you don't know," she said slowly shaking her head from side to side. "I don't like to disrespect the dead by talking about them," she said. Her words sent chills down my spine. Did she kill these people? Is that how she fixed them? Am I sitting across from a murderer, who has access to a knife sitting by her fork and spoon? "How did you fix them," I said taking her knife away and placing it closer to my knife. "I just did. I did what I had to do after they burnt my house to the ground in a pile of ash and rubble. All that was left of my home is this bucket that I found at the bottom of my wishing well. I carry it around with me everywhere I go, as my reminder of what I used to have and what I now do without," she said reaching down and holding up a little blue bucket. "That's me, Bucket." "Okay," I said figuring she was talking more ragtime and not knowing what else to say, I just nodded my head and listened. Not being a psychologist or a psychiatrist, she made me wish I had never stopped to help her, but I was glad that I had, nonetheless. It made me feel more human and more importantly, it made me feel that I was helping her, as a way of making a silent statement to those who didn't help my mother. Truly, in that way, I felt as if I was helping my mother by breaking the cycle of not being sensitive to the needs of others. She was right, what comes around goes around and I could only hope that when it came back around to me, I'd receive some of the good karma that I gave in helping others. Only, I knew better. It doesn't work that way. It never works that way. Wouldn't it be nice if life was that easy and that evenly balanced, tit for tat, with good deeds added to a tally and rewarded and the good guys finally winning over the bad guys. Not paying as much attention as I should have been paying to my guest, I was suddenly more taken with the waitress. She was a cutie, tall, blonde, and thin, but still very shapely. Moreover, she was nice. She had a nice face. Only, I was too old for her. Old enough to be her father, I was fifty-two and she was no more than thirty. Ruth saw me watching the waitress. The more I watched the waitress, the more I wished I was younger. I wanted her or I wanted something that I saw in her. Youth perhaps. Certainly, I wasn't looking for sex, but I'd take that to not be alone for another night. I wanted more than that. I wanted love. Maybe, I was trying to live up to my new street name and wished for a chance with this attractive waitress and after being dumped by my wife for another man, my second chance at love. "You like her, don't you," Ruth asked me, just as the waitress delivered our beef stews. "Careful, they're very hot," said the waitress setting down the stews, the extra bread and butter, and a pitcher of water. "She's very good looking," I said, after the waitress walked away, with me watching her leave. "But she's much too young for me." "She does have a sweet ass," said Ruth with a laugh. "I used to have an ass like that, a lifetime ago, as ripe as a piece of fruit." Embarrassed that she saw me staring at the waitress's ass, for some reason, I needed for her to believe that I wasn't that kind of guy. "It's not so much her physical appearance, as there's just something about her that I like." "You're such a liar. The thing you like about her is her body. She's got a rack and you'd love to bang her, if you could," she said moving her hand back and forth, as if it was my cock ramming in the waitresses pussy. As if she had thrown her glass of water in my face, her words shocked me. To hear this homeless, old woman speak so vulgar about this waitress, as I was talking with another guy in a barroom was disconcerting to say the least. "No," I said, while thinking, good God, yes, I'd love to make love to her, even to bang her, if I could. I would fuck her for hours, she's so very beautiful in every way. "Admit it, you'd love for her to suck your cock," she said swiping her tongue across her lips and ruining whatever image I may have had a chance of receiving of the waitress blowing me, replaced with Ruth blowing me. "Stop, please, stop. That's so rude," I said suddenly and desperately replacing the image of Ruth sucking my cock with the waitress sucking my cock. I'll be masturbating over that image, when I return home tonight, no doubt. "I can see you with her," said Ruth. "Mark my words. It will happen, but it won't happen on its own. It's up to you to make it happen," she said pointing her crooked finger at me. "She'll open the door, but it's up to you to walk in and take want you want. The opportunity may be presented to you, but it won't be given to you, unless you take it," she said opening and closing her hand, as quick as a clam closing its shell and grabbing its food. There she goes again talking nonsense. I was hoping the food would work its magic and raise her blood sugar because her foolish conversation was more than tiresome. I was feeling annoyed, uncomfortable really, knowing full well that I'd have no chance in Hell winning the interest of this lovely waitress. Halloween Help Earns Second Chance "She looks confident," I said hoping to switch the conversation from sex to romance. "I like how she carries herself. She's not ashamed of her height in the way that some tall women stoop to make them appear shorter," I said looking at Ruth and watching her pay her beef stew more attention than what I was saying. "She makes me wish I were younger." "Oh, but you are," she said with a laugh and without missing a beat of her spoon, while shoveling the food in her mouth much in the way of a starving animal attacking a meal. "Compared to you, perhaps, I'm younger, but I'm past my prime. My best days are long gone. I'm closer to sixty than I am to forty." "How is everything," said the waitress returning to our table and making eye contact with me with a smile that melted my heart? She was ever so more beautiful when she smiled and she was smiling at me now. I figured she was hoping for a big tip, and with that smile, and the extra bit of service with extra bread and butter, she just guaranteed herself of getting one. "Great, the beef stew is delicious. I'd like to have two more to go, please, and with extra bread and butter and some plastic utensils." "Sure, I'll have it ready at the counter when you leave," she said giving me another smile and giving the old woman's shoulder another pat before walking away. "I like her too," said Ruth. "She's one of a kind. You'd be a fool to let her get away. I've met a lot of people in my days and she's a special one. She'd make you happy, not like that other bitch you wasted your years with." As if she had just slapped me across the face, she stunned me with her remark. She was talking about my ex-wife, but how did she know? I decided it was just a lucky guess on her part. "I'm old enough to be her father," I said with a sad laugh. Suddenly, the image of making love to the waitress disappeared, along with my lustful thoughts of her sucking my cock. "Not anymore," said Ruth shoveling stew in her mouth. "Not anymore. Your days of pining over someone, someone who never loved you, are over. Today is a new day for you. Go get her, Romeo. She's yours for the taking." "Wait, what did you just say? What are you talking about? You just can't say things like that to people. How do you know anything about me?" Maybe because her remarks hit so close to home, I was angry by her off the cuff comments. She made me wonder if she knew me or my ex-wife or the both of us. I was still hurting over my failed relationship with my wife and for this old, bag of a woman to throw it up in my face was defeating. "Suffice to say," she said looking up at me with a face full of seriousness, "that I see things and I can clearly see that your days of unhappiness are over. I fixed you," she said with a laugh. "You're all fixed." Done eating and ready to leave, I walked to the counter to pay my bill and pickup the takeout food. The conversation that I was suddenly having with Ruth or Bucket, whatever was her name, were disturbing, to say the least. "With the takeout, that will be $29.68 with tax," said the waitress, while making solid eye contact with me again and giving me her best smile. She was so very beautiful. Why I didn't notice her before is beyond me? Suddenly, my testosterone must have kicked in. Suddenly, I felt that I may have a chance with her, but as soon as I thought that, I thought of the differences in our age. She'd never want me, someone as old as her father and if she did want someone so much older, she'd certainly have emotional problems. So what, I thought, just the chance to be with someone like her, even for one night was worth the embarrassment of rejection, but I couldn't summon the courage to ask her out. "Keep the change," I said handing her two twenties. She smiled and handed me a takeout menu. "Should you want to order takeout, here's our menu. I wrote my cell phone number on the back should you need it delivered." "Thank you," I said accepting the menu from her and when I did, she delayed my departure with a light touch of my hand. Wait, what just happened? She made eye contact, smiled at me, touched my hand, and gave me her cell phone number. Duh? Ask her out. C'mon, you can do it. "That was a nice thing you did for that old woman. I saw what those boys did to her from the window. My Dad never would have been as nice," she said looking up at the photo of him that looked down at her over the counter. "He would have never come to her rescue." It was then that I realized he was the same man in the coma and the same man that Ruth had said she fixed. "I'll include your father in my prayers," I said. "Thank you," she said. "He always hated the homeless, hated that they hung out too close to his restaurant bothering the customers in hopes of a handout and going through the dumpster out back looking for food. Much like a stray cat or dog, he feared if he gave them a handout, they'd never leave." "Well, I only wished I could have gotten her cans back for her." We don't get too many gentlemen in here. Call me," she said. "My name is Donna." "Tom," I said sticking out my hand to shake hers. Her hand was so soft and her grip firm. Making eye contact with me again, she was smiling, and I didn't want to let go of her. "But everyone on the street calls me Second Chance," I said to her with a wink and a nod to Ruth, who was impatiently waiting by the door, anxious to leave. My mind was running away with the imagined thoughts of Donna in my life. Call her for takeout or for a date, I couldn't believe that I may have a chance with this beauty. I couldn't believe it. I wanted to think she wanted me to call her for a date, but I was at least 20 years older than she was. Maybe, she just wanted the takeout business. Maybe, she's nice to all the doddering old men, hoping to build her customer base in that way by having guys like me lust over her. Certainly someone like her wouldn't be interested in an old guy like me. It just doesn't happen, especially to someone like me. What comes around goes around my ass. With the loss of my wife, alone and lonely, my life is still in the toilet and now I feel even more depressed with the imagined loss of the waitress. Why didn't I take the chance? Why didn't I ask her out? Why am I so afraid of being rejected? What if she said yes? I walked Ruth out making sure those kids weren't around before loading her bucket with the takeout food. After nine o'clock with Halloween officially over, even the teenagers looking for trouble had gone home. With no trick or treaters left on the street, we stood there without talking. With a full moon shining brightly over head, there was an eeriness in the air. I was more preoccupied with the waitress, than I was with Ruth. "I need to use the bathroom before we go. Do you think they'd let me," she asked? "Sure," I said turning around to open the door, eager to see the waitress again. When Donna turned and saw me standing there, I pointed to the bathroom and she nodded me her permission. Ruth went inside, while I waited by the front door with her bucket. I stood in the alcove by the front door watching Donna serve her customers. I wanted to take the vision of her away with me. She was more beautiful every time I looked at her. I wondered why someone who looked like her worked here, but figured maybe she was just filling in for her dad. I wondered if she was married or attached, but she wasn't wearing a ring. There was a mirror just inside the front door and when I looked to see my reflection, I was shocked. At first I thought it was someone else, but it was me. I looked how I used to look. I looked 20 years younger. I was thinner with more muscle tone and had more hair. And my missing tooth way in the back was there again. How can this be? Am I dreaming? I couldn't believe it. That was when I realized it was Ruth. She fixed me. Boy did she ever. She told me that I'd thank my lucky stars for meeting her and now I did. No wonder the waitress was paying me so much attention. I was hot. Consumed before with watching the waitress and now consumed with my image in the mirror, I never saw Ruth leave the restaurant and disappear in the night. Her blue bucket was gone along with the takeout food. I looked in the mirror again before scurrying out the front door. Looking down the block in both directions, the street was empty. She was gone. My good deed had given me a second chance at love and I decided to take it. Returning back in the restaurant, I had a piece of apple pie and I don't know how many cups of coffee, while waiting for Donna to close the restaurant. I walked her home and twenty years later, we're still together. Unfortunately, her father never recovered from the coma and I finally aged now to where I used to be then. Every Halloween, I think of Ruth and her blue bucket and I never pass by someone without lending a helping hand to someone in need. Truly, I believe what comes around goes around.