3 comments/ 14859 views/ 5 favorites Dealing with the DeaD By: totallyatease This is the first time that I've entered a story into one of the contests. I do hope that you enjoy it and please vote x (Meetings in graveyards can be a very spooky affair) * She perched on the corner of the gravestone, as the sun shone its last rays over the high wall. She was waiting for him, as she always waited. She tugged down her long blue summer dress, despite the fact that it was October, nearly November and the air was beginning to chill, she felt... nothing, not too hot - not too cold, just... nothing. The last of the sun's rays blinded her momentarily, and then darkness began to fall. She saw the caretakers as they moved through the cemetery, pulling closed the heavy iron gates behind them as they left for the night. He didn't come! She so wished that her despair could be vented by the release of her tears, but they would not come, would not spill. "He didn't come!" she whispered miserably. The peace and quiet was suddenly disturbed by youthful laughter, just on the other side of the wall. "Go on then..." a young boy whispered loudly. "You said that you would do it, that you weren't afraid..." "The wall is too high; I'll never get over that on my own," another boy whispered worriedly. "Scaredy cat!" several voices cackled. "All mouth and no guts!" "We'll give you a leg up," the first voice insisted loudly. "And how do I get back over the wall from the other side?" the second voice persisted. "It's easy!" the first voice snapped impatiently. "There's that tree, just next to the gates; you can pull yourself up using one of the lower branches and then swing across onto the wall, and we'll be on the other side waiting to catch you." "So how long have I got to stay on the other side for?" "Well now... let's see... the graves right at the top end all have those purple stones surrounding them, you can't get them from any of the other graves, so you've got to grab a handful and bring them back with you." "So I can run across if I want to?" "Yep, we'll know that you went the entire length of the graveyard - if you bring back the purple stones, then we'll know that you are as brave as you make out." She perched on the edge of the gravestone, and watched in fascination as the little green head suddenly popped over the wall. A goblin! She thought in surprise. 'Now there's something you don't see every day!' She watched as he looked around cautiously and then cocked his leg over the edge of the wall. He heaved himself over and sat with his legs hanging down on the cemetery side, he paused long enough to see as much as he could in the darkness of early evening. He gave a soft little grunt which she clearly heard, and then with a sigh he slowly lowered himself down to the ground. His feet hit the grassy ground with a dull thud, and then he dropped to a crouch. She was just about to move closer when he suddenly sprang to his feet and spun around to head straight for her at a flat out run. 'He's going to run right into me!' she thought in panic as he neared her at a terrifying speed. She let out a low scream of fright, just as his feet hit the pebbled path, and at the last moment he veered away from her. Still she could clearly hear his puffing as he ran down the path right next to her resting place, and he was close enough that she could clearly see his eyes through the large round eye holes of his goblin head. As he passed her gravestone, his eyes did a sideways slide to travel quickly over her, sitting on the cold stone, his eyes widened in fear for a moment and then he whizzed by. "Wait!" she screamed out. "You saw me; didn't you -- oh please wait!" He didn't slow... he didn't stop... he didn't even look around; if anything he seemed to pick up speed, running faster than ever through the cold, dark and silent graveyard. She buried her head in her hands and wept bitterly. "Oh why didn't you come? You ALWAYS come!" The darkness thickened and the silence shrouded her; and alone and lost she sat on the gravestone weeping. Suddenly she heard footsteps, she heard someone labouring for breath... The goblin was coming back, his green head down and his little legs pumping, he was going to run right past her again. "NO!" she screamed out as she leapt up from the cold stone and dove straight into the path of the charging monster. "You shall not pass me!" The goblin glanced up at the girl in the blue summer dress, with wild brown hair and mournful expression, and skidded to halt millimetres away from her. "You CAN see me!" she cried out joyously. The goblin laboured to catch his breath and nodded warily. "Aye... I can see you," he gasped out. "How do you see me? Every day people walk through here and no one EVER see's me... so how do you see me now?" "It is Halloween night, and tonight all things hidden, become visible." "So you can see me... so you can help me!" she cried out joyfully. The goblin stepped back on his heels. "I don't know that I can help you..." he muttered. "You are dead after all, and there is nothing to be done about that." As he looked at her she felt her last vestiges of hope dissolve away and once again she buried her face in her hands, and wept bitterly. "He never came... he always comes but he never came!" she sobbed. "Ere now!" the goblin exclaimed uncomfortably. "Don't fuss so, it's not polite." She was upset, and she was inconsolable, and she was so confused. Her wails continued and the goblin took another step backwards. "If you don't stop that!" he suddenly snapped irritably. "I shall go by the other path and leave you here -- alone." She didn't want to be left alone... not yet... it had been so long since she had someone to actually talk to! She slowly pulled herself together and allowed her hands to drop down to her sides and looked at the little goblin sadly. "He didn't come!!" she whispered in utter devastation. "Who didn't come?" "Him! My lovely boy... my sweetheart... my lover... he always comes to put flowers on my bed... and to sit and talk with me for a while... but today he didn't come!" The goblin looked around him anxiously. "Don't you have anyone else to talk to? What about the others, can't you talk to them?" "There are no others," she whispered in defeat. "No one else to talk to -- so alone... so lonely!" She wept a little but quietly this time, and the goblin let her be, for a moment. "My grandma told me about you lot..." he murmured slowly as though remembering something from a long time ago. "She said that you ghosts can't see each other; and that you only want to talk to the living, that the dead have no interest for you..." "But the living can't see us," she sighed sadly. "I sit on my stone every day and I call out to whoever is passing by... but they never reply... and then yesterday; they spent hours at my bed, playing around with my stone... and then a little while later a small group of people came to admire it... I called to them..." she smiled in remembrance. "'Look at my lovely stone' I called out... but they never replied, and then they all went away again... so no one EVER talks to me!" "Except for your loved one?" the goblin offered suddenly. "Your loved one comes and talks to you -- you said that he did." "Yes... he talked to me... he told me of his day, and his life and the people that he met with..." she smiled sadly. "But he always finished his visit with a little tear, and telling me how much he missed me -- 'still... even after all these years', he would say... then he didn't come any more... I've waited for days now... maybe even weeks... but he hasn't come!" The goblin stepped back again suddenly - so that he could peer at her gravestone. "It has been a lot of years... hasn't it?" he said with some surprise. "Your lovely boy wouldn't be such a boy anymore..." "HE was always my lovely boy - to me!" she snapped. "But not such a boy?" the goblin persisted. She bowed her head sadly. "No not such a boy anymore," she admitted. "I watched as the vigour went from his stride... as his shoulders began to stoop and his eyes lost their sparkle... I watched as his hair thinned and lost its colour, and his skin began to sag..." She sniffed and then smiled defiantly at the young goblin. "But still he was my lovely boy... my handsome lover." The goblin regarded her thoughtfully for a moment. "It says here that you were just twenty five when you died..." She nodded sadly. "It was a hot summer... a VERY hot summer; I spent too long outside... I fell asleep in the sunshine... I don't really remember much more." "And was your lovely boy the same age as you?" he asked softly. "No he was a little younger than me... it was his twenty fourth birthday, we were outside enjoying a picnic." She smiled softly as she remembered. "He was younger than me; that was why I called him my lovely boy." "It's says here that you died more than sixty years ago." She looked at him in surprise. "Sixty years! It seems so..." "Your lovely boy got old." The goblin persisted. "Maybe he got sick; maybe..." She looked confused for a moment, and then slowly understanding dawned. "The dead don't deal with the dead... they don't see each other... don't talk to each other..." "It says here that he died and now he rests with his beloved Lilly." A devastated look crossed her features. "So close!" she whispered, "He's so close but I can't..." She looked across at the goblin again and hope shone from her. "You can see ghosts though... you can see me... can you see HIM?" The goblin's shoulders stiffened and for a long moment he did not seem to want to reply. "It says here..." he began slowly. "That his name was Burt... did you have a special name for him?" She looked at him impatiently. "I already told you once... he's my lovely boy!" The goblin looked pained. "There are hundreds of them here..." he hissed at her. "And if I open myself to them all; then they'll overwhelm me, and I'll never be able to find a new ghost such as your boy!" "So what can you do?" she whispered back. "If I call him by a name that means something to him, then it will isolate just him; and draw him to me." "So call him then... my lovely boy... Lilly's lovely boy!" she snapped back. Again the goblin looked pained. "My friends are all just on the other side of that wall... if they hear me calling out 'lovely boy!' in the middle of a darkened cemetery... they will NEVER let me live it down!" "Huh!" she sniffed. "What are they to me? I want my boy... FIND my boy!" she drifted closer to him and her look became less mournful and more dangerous. "Oh alright then!" the goblin snapped. "But you just keep your distance -- you spook you!" She looked offended, and even a little angry, and the goblin wondered if maybe he'd said the wrong thing. "Your energy interferes... I can't find him, if all I can sense is you," he told her hurriedly. She hesitated for a moment eyeing him up suspiciously; but then she glided back again and the goblin heaved a sigh of relief. The goblin lowered his head for a moment as though summoning his energies, and then suddenly he threw his head back and called out softly; "Burt... Lilly's boy -- Burt -- Lilly's lovely boy Burt!" he kept his voice low, but the power hummed through it. He waited for a moment his head tilted as though listening... then he called again. "Burt... if you're out there... Lilly is here; she's waiting for you Burt!" He waited silently for a moment, and then suddenly his small shoulders seemed to stiffen, and his head turned suddenly, to peer just behind Lilly. The goblin moved quickly, so quickly that she barely had time to register his intent. "Stay where you are!" he hissed at her as he moved behind her. "Keep facing your resting place, we don't want to frighten him, so you just keep yourself there." As much as she wanted the goblin to help her communicate with her lost love... she was oh so tempted to turn around and search for him herself. 'The dead don't deal with the dead...' the old tale echoed back to her. Her best bet here was to cooperate with the goblin and hope that he would continue to help. "Burt..." she heard his soft whisper and again had to fight the temptation to whirl around. "Burt... she's here... Lilly is here... she's waiting for you Burt." He was silent for a long while, and she was beginning to get restless. "He's here!" the goblin suddenly whispered. "How are you Burt?" he asked in a louder voice. He was silent again, but this time he spoke after only a few moments. "He's all confused... he says 'one moment he was lying in a hospital bed -- with people bustling around him -- and the next he was in the cemetery and everyone had gone away'." She hugged herself as she remembered those first few moments -- hours -- days! And her eyes filled with tears. "Oh my sweet love!" she whispered, "it's always like that at first... the trauma of dying is too much for us to bear -- so we forget it for while." The goblin spoke in a low voice, and then fell quiet to listen. "He says that he still misses you -- even now," the goblin stated quietly. "I miss you too... now!" "He says, he hopes that you liked the dress that he picked out for you." She looked down briefly at her dress and tugged it straight, then smoothed it with the flats of her hands. "Yes I liked his choice VERY much," she smiled. "He says that he chose that one because he always thought you looked beautiful in it... like his true princess." Her smile wobbled slightly, and she gave a soft sigh. "He was always the silver tongued rogue! Always flattering me with wild compliments!" "He says that he meant every word of them, he only ever said those things to you -- because they were true for you." She gave a little sob and her eyes filled with tears. "He used to love stroking my skin..." The goblin was silent for a moment, and then he gave a little uncomfortable cough. "He says that he used to love to kiss your skin... he says that he loved to suckle on your breast, that he loved the way you squirmed when he nibbled on your nipples." She gave a naughty little giggle. "He used to like kissing me in other places too..." "Ere now!" the goblin exclaimed suddenly. "I am SO NOT going to tell her that!" "He loved it when I used to touch him too..." she told him provocatively. "He loved it when I used to kiss his skin... when I used to put him in my mouth and I would suck... I would suck until he couldn't stand it anymore and he would..." "ENOUGH!" the goblin called out in clear agitation. "You two are the most indecent ghosts that I've ever met!" "Tell him that I love him more now than I ever did before..." she whispered tearfully. "Tell him I'm so sorry that I can't hold him and show him the way..." she held a hand to her cheek in surprise as a tear trickled down her face. Ghosts don't weep, there's no fluid left in their body for the release of tears. The goblin turned slightly towards her, as though sensing her surprise. "Something is happening?" he asked her quietly. "Yes... I don't understand?" "It is Halloween night, remember and on Halloween night some things that cannot be on any other night..." He turned to fully face her and gently scooped a tear from her cheek. He turned away leaving her feeling like she'd just been burned! The feel of flesh and blood; living and breathing... after all these years... she felt like she'd just been scolded. "Tonight is the most special night of the year..." the goblin declared formally "It is Halloween night... and on Halloween night, some things that are not visible at any other time, are visible tonight. The living can see the dead... and the dead -- well they can see the dead -- as well." He took her arm gently and again she felt the shock of the touch of a warm living breathing being. He gently turned her in that dark and silent graveyard; he turned her to face her lost love. The wasted and withered old man that he had grown into... that he had been when he had died. "Lilly!" he whispered incredulously. "Oh my boy... my lovely sweet boy!" Lilly glided across to him and wrapped him in her cold embrace. Together in that cold dark cemetery they held each other tight and wept for all the years they had been separated. As she cried over him the goblin held a hand on each of their shoulders. "Burt! remember your birthday..." he whispered. "Remember your picnic with Lilly and how you were then... remember how you looked and how you felt... Lilly help him to remember." "You were so very tall..." she smiled softly. "Your shoulders were so very broad, you were so strong you could lift me off my feet as though I was a child... your hair was dark and thick and your eyes were the deepest brightest blue... you were my lovely gorgeous lover..." As she spoke, her lovely Burt began to remember, and as he remembered he began to change. His shoulders went back as he lost that stoop that age had brought, his hair became thick and dark again and his eyes lost their cloudiness as he could see properly for the first time in decades. He looked down at his love and with a joyous roar he swept her up and spun her around. "There now!" the goblin murmured with satisfaction. "You're back in sync now." "But what will happen once Halloween is over?" Lilly suddenly asked as she pushed at Burt's shoulders so that he could put her back down on to the ground. "After tonight we won't be able to see each other again." A tear trickled down her cheek again. "I don't think that I could bear to lose him... not again!" "You've waited all this time for your loved one." The goblin told her. "But he's with you now... so the both of you must move on before it's too late... you must move on together." "But where do we go to? How do we go?" The goblin looked at them impatiently. "Your picnic of course!" he snapped. "It's the last time that the two of you were together, so you must go back there -- so that you can move on!" "Do you remember the picnic Burt?" Lilly whispered softly. Burt smiled down at her. "How could I EVER forget the very last time that you smiled at me? I've carried it in my heart for ALL these years." Lilly returned his smile although hers wobbled dangerously. "Remember it now then my love." They stood facing each other, with their hands held tight and their eyes closed; as they both remembered their last time together. Suddenly they both opened their eyes and looked around them, as though searching. "Over there!" Burt suddenly pointed. As Lilly and the goblin turned to look; Lilly realised that it was the last place the sun had shown its rays, just before it had set. Now it was as though the sun was peeping back over, to watch them, and as its rays hit the grass it was as though daylight was in that small area. The two ghosts looked gratefully to the goblin. "Thank you!" they called in unison as they ran hand in hand to the small patch of day time. They entered the rays and suddenly they were back at their picnic site. The blanket was spread out on the grass, and the river bubbled merrily just down the bank. The tree that hung over their blanket shaded the food that was laid out on it. The young couple looked at the food and then smiled at each other. The food was not going anywhere. This time was for them... for them to be together. The young strong man swept his love into his arms and kissed her long on the mouth. As she wrapped her arms around his neck he found the zip at the back of her dress and slowly pulled it down. He lovingly removed her dress and then gently pushed her down to the ground, tugging at his own clothes as he went. Dealing with the DeaD He kissed her naked breast, suckling on the nipple and biting lightly. "Oh yes my lovely boy... you remember what to do -- don't you!" Lilly gasped softly. "And do you remember my love... how to touch me?" he growled huskily as he kissed her on the neck and cupped her breast lovingly. Lilly let her hand snake down to stroke his strong hard thigh. She allowed her fingers to trail across the skin, remembering how he used to feel and loving the way he felt now. She moved across to gently stroke his hard and thick dick, enjoying the shiver that SHE caused in him. Her fingers curled around him and then squeezed tight. "Ah yes my lovely Lilly -- just like that...!" On the dark path in the middle of the cemetery, the little green goblin watched the sun opened doorway. He watched as the two ghosts stepped through it and then turned to embrace. He watched in growing discomfort as their embrace turned to passionate kisses, and he slowly unfastened her lovely summer dress. Just as the little goblin was growing agitated, the rays of the sun flickered, and then dimmed, and then faded away, sealing forever that doorway that had taken the two ghosts back to a time when they had been happiest. With a little sigh of relief the goblin turned and ran along the path towards the heavy iron gates. Sure enough the tree right next to the gate had a couple of very low hanging branches. Even though they were low though the goblin was only short... luckily he was a VERY good jumper. He ran at the tree with a full on charge, and just as his foot hit the edge of the grass he bounced up as high as he could, reaching up with his little arms. With one loud grunt, he grasped at the lowest branch and held on tight. For a moment he just hung there dangling by his arms and swinging slightly as he fought to catch his breath. As his breathing evened, he began to swing his legs further, bending his knees and kicking out with his feet. After a little while he suddenly lurched as hard as he could, and sent his feet, his shins, and his knees over the higher branch, and in the same motion he let go of the lower branch and forced himself up higher into the tree, until he was sitting upright and just a few inches away from the top of the wall. He again paused long enough to catch his breath, and with a little smile at the memory of the ghosts, he dove for the wall. His mates were waiting as promised on the other side, and as he dropped to the ground with a heavy thud, their leader looked at him with his steely red eyes. "Ere... what kept you then? We were just about to leave; we need to get back to our own domain before the veil is drawn again, between our worlds." He smiled mysteriously at the other young goblins. "I just had to give a couple of ghosts a quick lesson on life in the afterlife!" Dealing with the Devil This is my contribution to the Halloween 2014 Story Contest. I would appreciate any feedback you have as well as for your time to vote! Thank you, I hope you enjoy! * Irene checked her lipstick one last time in her rear-view mirror before knotting the two ribbons in her hands to hold her mask to her face. The black piece of material was lined with soft suede on the inside and was coated with sleek black feathers on the outside. Small white crystal rhinestones adorned the edges of her eyes and a beautiful single red plume attached to her left temple fluttered softly over her head. Her long dark lashes framing her solid brown eyes fluttered through the spaces left for them, and her deep red lips curled up in a smile at the sight of it. She exited her car and gave the keys to the valet who nodded his approval at her attire before getting in and slowly driving off. Hugging her black knit wrap around her shoulders, she pulled her ticket out of her purse and walked up to the man at the door dressed sharply in a navy uniform. "Ticket please," he smiled warmly and held out his hand for the slip of paper. She handed it to him and smiled back, moving through the doors and pulling off her shawl. She felt the doorman's eyes on her bare shoulders and chest as she took out a tube of lipstick from her purse and tucked it snugly into her waistband. She handed her purse and shawl to the coat check, and smiled to herself, acutely aware of his gaze. One of the walls in the grand marble lobby was plated in mirror tiles, and she glanced over again, checking herself from head to toe. Her feet were encased in black pumps, the toes peeking out from the hem of her dress. The deep red satiny fabric hugged her every ample curve, and the neckline plunged into a V while the halter top left her shoulders bare. The full skirt swished around her hips and round bottom, and the structured bodice lifted her large breasts high and together on display. The boning cinched in her slight belly to narrow her waist, emphasized by a black sash tied into a bow whose ends trailed down to the floor. A pointed tail was tucked into the wide black band, and her necklace was a black velvet cord with a small jeweled pitchfork dipping into her deep neckline. Her nails were painted dark red, and her eye makeup was dark, framing them underneath the mask. Her cinnamony skin glowed against the colours of her attire in the dim light, and her long curly black hair was swept up and pinned on her head, framing and peeking around a pair of lit-up devil horns that completed the entire ensemble. Following the sound of music, she wandered to the entrance of the ballroom, passing large portraits of various historical figures along the way. The beautiful room had been decorated to match the occasion, with sheet ghosts and cotton cobwebs attached to the ceiling and jack-o'-lanterns on the tables. Standing and taking in the scene, her eyes scanned the people in the room, examining each and every face and costume. She was looking for him, looking for his half-smirk above the small silver stud through the soft skin just below his lip. She scanned the room for his trimmed goatee, dark skin, and tall stature, searching for what she could recognize amongst the sea of decorated masks and costumes. He spotted her before she spotted him. Ryan had only been there for about ten minutes, and was thrilled she had agreed to go along with his plan. They attended his company's Halloween Masquerade every year, but this time, he had suggested a twist. He had brought his costume to work, telling his lady fair that he would meet her at the masquerade ball, but not telling her who he was going to be dressed as. "But if you won't tell me what your costume is, how am I going to recognise you?!" she had protested, looking at him hesitantly. At that he had scooped her in his arms from behind and began sliding his hands over her, feeling her melt into him. "You'll find me. And besides, you've told me what you're going as, so I'll just look for the sexiest devil on the dance floor," he had replied, confidently, earning a blush and a small smile from her as he nibbled her neck. And now, he was watching her from across the room, remembering the slow and lazy lovemaking that had followed those long rubbing strokes with his hands up and down her body. Biting his lip, his eyes devoured her, imagining doing it again. He had known what she was going to impersonate, but had not known about the details of the ensemble. He mused to himself that asking her to come separately had left an element of surprise and allowed him this brief moment to watch her, but had also ensured that they even made it to the event. Smirking, he noted that if he had been at home to see her in costume, they would have never made it out the door. He had two glasses of champagne in his hands, and sipped from his, smiling to himself in approval. He watched her gaze uncertainly around the room, obviously looking for him, but decided to wait a few moments longer, enjoying the brief opportunity to watch the fabric of the dress move over her skin and slide smoothly over her body. She had no idea she was being watched and her small mannerisms - tucking a lock of hair nervously behind her ear, biting at her lower lip as her head moved to look around - became much more endearing for it. He smiled to himself but it quickly faded to a suspicious glare as a pirate moved in, obviously heading for her. He decided to watch curiously, ready to step in at the hint of a problem, but narrowed his eyes when the pirate stepped close behind her, seemingly inhaling the soft scent of her skin and hair near her neck. She jumped at the feel of hot breath on her shoulder. Whipping her head around and stepping away, she looked into a pair of eyes that didn't hold her gaze for long. They flicked over her quickly and crinkled at the corners as their owner smiled. "Sorry, Miss, I didn't mean to startle you, I just wanted to come over and see if you would like a dance." Irene eyed him and smiled politely. "No thank you, I'm here with someone, I just can't find him at the moment," her eyes did a quick check: blonde hair, fair skin, no beard, no labret piercing - not Ryan. This mask business was making this more difficult than she had thought it would. The pirate in front of her tipped his hat and smiled, unabashedly letting his eyes roam over her once more. "Hmm. That's a shame. If he doesn't turn up, don't hesitate to find me - there will still be a dance for you," he bowed slightly and moved onward to the bar, her eyes following him. She was slightly flustered, not used to being so openly appraised, but the heat coming from her cheeks told her she was flattered. She watched his retreating back as he moved to the bar until a smiling face caught her eye. There he was! He was sipping on one glass, holding another, and watching her with that smirk that made her heart race. He knew he'd been found when he saw her face smile in recognition, and his heart melted a little at the sight. Her steps quickened, and he noticed the pirate also watching her approach. His smile was smug, and he leaned against the bar, like Ryan, watching her curves slide underneath her dress as she approached. He opened his mouth to welcome her back so soon, but abruptly closed it in mild surprise when she walked up to the masked man next to him and planted a searing kiss on his lips. "Hey you," he smiled at her, handing her the full glass of champagne. "You look beautiful, and I see I'm not the only one who thinks so," he smiled at her and then gave the astonished pirate a cheeky grin as he unabashedly let a hand roam quickly over her full bust before pinching slightly where her left nipple should have been. Her squeak of surprise and blush told him he'd gotten it right, and she slapped his hand. "Behave! We've got a long night to go, yet," she murmured and leaned in to nuzzle his cheek and ear. "'Cause you look pretty good yourself, and I'm not letting you sleep much when we get home," she nipped his ear, feeling more than hearing his sharp intake of breath. He had dressed as Zorro, incorporating his facemask into his costume. There was a slight difference - he had chosen a mask that had the edge and eyeholes embellished with small silver studs that contrasted against his own dark chocolate coloured skin. The soft black fabric covered the top half of his face, framing his own dark brown eyes as they sparked back at her. His hat sat askew on his head, and the soft black shirt he wore fell loosely around his torso. It was tucked into sleek but loose fitting black pants which were in turn tucked into a pair of black boots. He looked good, and the slightly faraway look he was giving her from behind his mask told her he wasn't doing much more than repeatedly mentally undressing her. "Ungh, this is going to be torture, Reenie," he sighed and offered his arm to her. She grinned and placed her arm in his, squeezing it gently. As they both moved off to find some familiar faces, Ryan caught the jilted pirate glaring daggers at him. Not being able to resist adding insult to injury, he moved his arm down and back to slide around her waist, squeezing her firm bottom through the dress and feeling the glare intensify. He felt the slap on his arm from Irene and chuckled, sneaking in one more gloating squeeze before returning his hand to more innocently rest on her hip. They quickly found his colleague friends and Ryan did the usual reminders to Irene of names and re-introductions. She didn't see them that often (though she knew much about them from hearing stories at home), so it was expected for her to struggle with remembering faces -- especially when they were masked! She smiled politely at the compliments to her costume and tried her best to match names to memories. She began to chat with one of Ryan's coworkers dressed as Catwoman and began to relax as the familiarity and champagne began to settle in. Ryan was quickly distracted with work conversation and it was many, many minutes later when he felt a touch on his upper arm. He looked down into Irene's brown eyes and she smiled at him. "I'm going to get another drink, would you like one?" He quickly moved to tuck her in his right arm and hold her to him. "No, I am going to get you a drink! What kind of a gentleman would I be if you went? You keep chatting with Lisa - it looks like you're having a good time. I'll be back with another glass for you soon," he pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. She kissed him on the cheek in return, smiling and stroking his coarse, black beard. Teasing the small silver ball nestled below his lower lip, she whispered into his ear, "Walk slowly. I want to check out your butt in these pants." She smiled innocently at his wide eyes, moving away from him to return to her discussion with Lisa the Catwoman. His eyebrows still raised underneath his mask, he slapped one of his coworkers on the arm. "C'mon, Paul, let's get some more drinks," he began to walk, and after a few steps looked over his shoulder. Sure enough, he saw her watching him over Lisa's shoulder, her brown eyes taking him in and her red lips curling into a smile. He thought he saw her wink, but Paul had begun talking about yesterday's game, and he was forced to change his focus of attention. After they had collected a couple of glasses each, Ryan noticed Paul's eyes on Irene as they walked back towards the group. "Don't take this the wrong way, man, but your wife is the envy of the ball tonight. I wish I was you," Paul cracked a grin at Ryan. He joked, "she got a sister or something?" Ryan saw the grin and the good-natured look in his friend's eyes. "You wish, don't you?" he grinned back and accepted the compliment. "Where's Anna, anyway?" Paul's face darkened. "Somewhere else with someone else, I'm sure," he quipped, shaking his head as he took a big swig from his glass. "We broke up a couple of months ago," he grumbled. "Oh, what, really? I'm sorry, man, I didn't know --" Ryan was cut off by Paul's smile and nod and shrug. "Don't worry about it. It's fine -- just seriously needing to get laid is the only problem I got," he grinned and jabbed an elbow into Ryan's ribs. "You sure you wouldn't be willing to share?" Ryan laughed. "Don't make me kick your ass, man," he joked back, "I don't own her, so I can't share her. She's got a mind of her own!" He grinned at Paul's sage nod in return. He returned to Irene's side and tucked his arm around her waist when he handed her drink to her. She smiled up at him and melted into him, putting her own arm around him as she continued to talk to Lisa. He was quietly taking in the room and its decor when he heard her murmur into his ear, "You hardly walked slow enough, not fair!" He looked down and saw the long lashes and brown eyes sparking mischievously at him. Grinning, he pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head. "You're just not as good at the skill of mentally undressing as I am," his fingers stroked lower, the tips curving over the swell of her ass in the silky material. The fabric of the sash hid his hand as he traced the outline of her ass cheeks and the curve of her hips as she chuckled at his response. "What I can't figure out, though, and have been trying to figure out since I first saw you tonight, is what you're wearing underneath this lovely red dress..." his voice trailed off as his fingers traced along her sides, trying to feel for a panty line or any hint of anything else. At that, she turned her head up to look at him again and grinned mischievously. "Wouldn't you like to know?" she asked, coyly. He squeezed her bottom in affirmation, as if trying to find an answer there, too. She laughed and kissed his cheek, murmuring, "I'll give you a hint." She stepped back, winking, and excused herself to go to the restroom. He noted she grabbed bunches of her skirt in her hands as she did, and he stared at her ankles as she walked. He groaned as she slipped out of sight. "Ungh, fishnets. Black fishnets and shiny pumps. Goddamnit, but are they stockings?" he muttered to himself, trying to remember if he had felt a garter belt or hoseline. Shaking his head, he downed his drink, not knowing how long he could handle stewing and thinking about her. He was thankful his pants were not skin-tight and were doing a good job of hiding his semi-hard cock but knew if he got any more swollen, he would have to find a way to adjust his clothing to hide it. She was gone for a little while, and upon her return, his intimate knowledge of her told him something was different. Her cheeks were slightly flushed and her eyes were brighter, and her smooth skin was slightly dewy. She leaned into him and gave him a searing kiss, plunging a hand into one of his pants pockets. She kept her kiss short enough to be polite, but Ryan felt the heat and intensity behind it. He placed his hand in his pocket and felt a lacy scrap of fabric that felt very damp. Pulling her close again, after a few moments he dared to try to not too obviously take a small whiff of his fingers, knowing what he would smell on them. He groaned. "Damnit, Reenie, you're killing me," he was now restless and wanted nothing more than to put his hands all over her and peel the dress off slowly, exposing her round, smooth curves and beautiful tan skin to his touch. Her skin was always so soft, especially on the insides of her arms, along her tummy, and over her breasts. He could spend hours stroking her silky form and watching it contrast with his own much darker complexion. Her velvety brown nipples had the softest skin of all and the cries she made as he lathed them with his tongue rang in his memory. She watched his eyes glaze over as the thoughts and memories whirred through his mind and moved to stand in front of him, thoughtfully covering his hardening bulge with her body. She pressed her round bottom into him and he wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her neck, her hairline, and her ear while looking down her body and admiring the view. This woman had barely any edges on her at all -- just soft skin, smooth contours, and so many delicious places to grab and squeeze. She felt him stirring against her and his hands becoming increasingly daring. Not wanting to make a spectacle of themselves, she clasped his hands in hers and held them around her waist, drawing a soft groan of disappointment from him. Noticing the conversation had been carrying on without them for the past few minutes, Irene made a fast decision. "Ryan and I are going to go find the hors d'oeuvres - see you soon!" Everyone looked up and nodded, smiling at them as the devil led her Zorro away. Ryan's pulse quickened and his cock twitched, and he didn't know why. He hoped she was doing what he thought she was doing, but the two drinks and his burning desire had him mainly focused on trying to keep his hands off of her body so he didn't do something embarrassing. He followed his wife out the door and down the corridor, noting that she was striding with a purpose. She seemed to know where she was going, looking left and right as if she was counting passages and doors leading off the corridor. The mansion was huge, and he had already lost track of where they were when she finally stopped in front of one and opened the door. Looking around quickly, she dragged him in and tried not to slam it shut. The change in events did not take long for him to process, and he immediately grabbed her into his arms and began kissing her hungrily. She squeaked in surprise and moaned as she began to melt into him, running her fingers over his chest and along his back. She returned his kisses, laughing as the long red feather on her mask swished with their urgency. His lips nipped at hers and her tongue stroked along his upper lip as their hands began to rove over each other, familiarity directing their touches. His hands raised to pull at the bow keeping her halter up and around her neck, sighing when the two pieces of fabric peeled away to expose the tops of her full breasts. He lifted them out of the bodice and tucked the dress carefully under them, exposing them fully and eying her firm nipples. The bodice of the dress was more structured, and he would not be able to get it off of her without unlacing it - he would just have to be satisfied with exposing only this much of her until they got home. "Mmm, Ryan," Irene's voice was soft as his tongue snaked around her nipple and his fingers squeezed her large breasts together. He felt the weight of them in his hands and realized half the purpose of the dress' bodice was solely to keep them in place. He planted several kisses over the soft skin, moaning his approval as he spent much time circling her nipples and lapping at them softly with only the tip of his tongue. He inhaled her scent: musk and the fruity body wash she used combined. Pressing his nose into her neck, he nibbled on it, noticing her red nails clawing at him more desperately as he continued to kiss her. "Ryan!" she gasped, whimpering and squirming in his arms. She tugged at his shirt, at his pants, trying to get more of his skin exposed to her touch. Her hands grabbed at the bulge in his pants and he sucked in his breath sharply, stepping back in surprise and making a brief moaning noise as he remembered foggily to check his surroundings. He looked around briefly, noting the room was an old storage room filled with boxes before his mind went blank at the touch of her lips on the head of his cock. He grabbed her head in his hand and groaned, not caring about anything except the wet heat that he wanted more of. She began to work her mouth up and down on him, smearing lipstick all over his cock and the base of it. Her tongue flicked over the underside of it, stroking along the ridges and contours that made him hiss and grunt in approval. His fingers got tighter and his hips began to tremble as he fought to resist the natural bucking motion that was so genetically hardwired into him. She took him in all the way, pressing her lips against his pelvis and leaving a bright red lipstick mark all around the base of his shaft. She released him with an audible pop and grinned at his panting breaths. "I've only been doing it ten seconds, love," she laughed, feeling his balls jerk above her palm as she rubbed them soothingly. Dealing with the Devil "Oh fuck," was all he could say as he looked down at her. The red lip prints on his groin made his heart race, and he pulled her up by the arm and grabbed her by the waist roughly. Crushing her to him, he inhaled her mouth, feeling her moan and grip him back as he began to nibble at her lower lip and knead her breasts. He stroked his fingertips across her nipples over and over and she began to writhe, mewling his name. "Aaaah -- Ry-- Ryan! Oh- oh my- don't stop!" She buried her face into his neck when he touched both nubs at once, teasing the soft skin with his rough fingertips. Her soft voice as she cooed was music to his ears and he felt his hard cock throb when she whimpered and moaned at his touches. Grinning, he watched her body begin to shudder and rattle against him, knowing she was close. He kept his teasing pinches and rubs soft and maddening as he walked her backwards to one of the wooden crates. Leaning in to nibble her jawline, he murmured, "Lift your dress for me, my dear. I want to see what your beautiful legs look like in those fishnets." She foggily pulled the sense together to grab at the fabric of her skirt, pulling it upwards as her back arched into him and her soft breasts bounced with her shivers and shakes. She got the material as high as mid-thigh before mewling loudly and buckling at the knees. He swiftly moved in to catch her, holding her close and guiding her to sit on the crate as his fingers continued to pinch and rub on her hard nipples. Her hands grappled at his neck as he enjoyed the erotic show of her climax, kissing her earlobe and neck as her body shook in his arms. He had said nothing as he watched her cum, his shining eyes taking her in and his mouth curving into his sexy half-smirk. As the waves died down she whimpered slightly with each occasional twitch, her heaving breasts flushed from her orgasm and her cheek pressed into his chest. She held onto him for dear life as her pulse slowed and her breath calmed, nuzzling into him as she listened to his breathing as he stroked her hair and held her to him. She tilted her chin up to look at him, dazed and aroused. He grinned down at her and felt her sharp inhale as he took her lips in another kiss. She gripped onto him and stood up again, lifting the skirt of her dress up to her waist and watching his eyes. "Oh, god," he groaned and stepped back slightly to look at her. "Yes, my child?" she giggled, and stuck her tongue out at him when he leaned over and gave her bottom a playful smack in response. Even in the dim light coming from her devil's horns and the street lamp outside the window he could see every detail. The fishnets were black, but had fiery red lace tops and were held up by a red lace garter. Remembering the panties in his pockets, he pulled them out and examined them, noting they were made of the same lace, but black. He held the scrap of fabric to his nose, and his mouth watered at her musky scent. "Fuck, Irene, you look so good," he murmured, dropping to his knees in front of her and directing her to sit and lean back on the pile of crates. "You are very good at distracting me, you know," she bit her lip, watching him between her knees. "I could have had this thing up around my waist ages ago if I'd known this was gonna happen," her voice trailed off as his tongue began to trail up her inner thigh. She made a soft choking noise in her throat as he felt the licks, kisses, and nibbles get closer to her wet centre, and whimpered loudly in protest when they began to move away down the other thigh. She squirmed as he added his stroking fingers to the mix, trailing them lightly over her lips and just barely entering her dripping slit with his fingertips. He traced his fingertips over the soft folds surrounding her opening and teased them apart gently. He smiled to himself as he heard her whimpers and felt her trembles. "Fuck, Ryan! Don't tease me!" she begged and grabbed his head, trying to move him closer to where she wanted him. She felt and heard the laugh from between her knees, his hot breath coming in gentle puffs against her soft skin. She would have loved the soft teases on another night, but at this moment wanted and needed more and did not want to wait. She groaned in frustration as his touches got no closer. "Ryan," she whined, whimpering as her hips shifted uncomfortably. When he gave no sign of responding at all, she muttered slyly, "Maybe I should go get that friendly pirate out there, I'm sure he'd be willing to lick my clit proper--- ohmygod!" She squealed and her back arched as his mouth finally met her soft lips and swollen clit. He suckled gently and the hard nub moved past his lips, making her cry out and moan as he rolled it and teased it back and forth. Her soft skin smelled sweet and her smooth pubic mound welcomed his hot tongue's loving strokes all over it. He sucked at her skin and kissed her all over, making her cries become more urgent and her fingers pull at his short, dark hair more erratically. "Oh, Ryan, oh, my love, oh - oh don't stop - oh, oh, oh, oh!" Her voice began to crack as his tongue found her swollen clit and began to unrelentingly lick it with all he had. Her entire body was shaking and writhing, and he found it hard to keep lapping at her soft folds. His efforts were rewarded when he slid two fingers into her dripping slit. Teetering on the brink of orgasm, she finally came around him, clenching his fingers and squeezing her walls around him. The small amount of juices she produced trickled around his fingers and dribbled down the wooden crate, permeating the air with her scent. Before she could really get her senses he stood up quickly, undid his belt and plunged his hard cock into her. She threw her head back and groaned happily, spreading her legs wide and wrapping them around his waist. She leaned back on her arms and whimpered as his hips began to move. His mouth was on her nipples again as he held her to him, encouraging her back to arch and bring her closer. He watched her soft breasts begin to sway with the thrusts of his hips and groaned as the pert, hard nipples on top began to bounce in small circles. He grabbed her right breast with his hand, sucking her left one into his mouth and flicking the nipples with his tongue and fingers. The string of words leaving her mouth was incomprehensible, and her cries were soft and breathy as her eyes clamped shut and her lips curled into a smile. "Oooooooh!" she cooed as he toyed with her nipples as the head of his cock slid against the soft squishy part of her inner walls that made her scream. He bucked into her forcefully, loving the slapping sound their skin made as he buried his cock inside her. "Oh, Reenie, fuck," he gasped as he knew he wasn't going to last long at all. His pants were barely even around his knees as he ran his hands along the lace tops of the fishnets and groaned loudly. "Uh huh, that's what we're doin', love," she moaned, and suddenly began to push him away. "Huh?" He was surprised and concerned, stumbling backwards and looking at his wife. His expression cleared and he grinned as she began to move. She stood up and spread her legs, hiking her skirt up higher. She bent over at the waist and rested her elbows on the crate in front of her. She peered around behind her and grinned, wiggling her bottom and rubbing her clit slowly. "Oh, is that how it is?" he murmured and rushed to move in behind her. Pushing his cock back inside her, he felt her muscles squeeze him, and he moaned again, realizing how much he'd missed it even for the few seconds he'd been gone. "Oh, sweetie, you feel so good," he groaned, rubbing the small of her back and pinching at her nipples hanging down below her. She cried out at the pinches and bucked back against him, ramming him even deeper inside her and causing them both to groan loudly. This set off something inside him and he couldn't wait any longer. He began to buck his hips forcefully, needing to take her hard and fast. She screamed, and his mind at first thought he should tell her to remember to keep quiet, but then decided he didn't care who heard her. He grinned as her cries increased in volume with each time he felt his balls hit her clit. He leaned over and held her close to him. He knew he wasn't going to last long, but wanted her to cum at least a third time before he finished. He wrapped his arms around her, raising her torso up to arch back towards him as he slammed his cock inside her. He stopped for a moment to adjust his own stance and aimed his thick cock at the angle he knew was right from so many times before. Without warning, he resumed his vigorous pumping, and held on. She cried out, writhing and grabbing at anything she could. Her body was trembling and her most sensitive inner spot was being stroked firmly as he fucked her hard. She felt her walls begin to clench around him and she began to push back against him, wanting more of his cock. "Oh, fuck, Ryan, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, yessssssss...." her voice hissed and trailed off as she began to tremble and convulse. He thrust into her as hard as he could, pushing the head of his cock against her g-spot and feeling the gush of her juices against his balls with each thrust into her. The dampness made the slapping noises louder, and she peaked again at how erotic it all was, loving the feel of being pushed further into the crate with each forceful slam inside her. "Ryaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!" She screamed again, leaning back and reaching to grip at his neck. He grinned and didn't let up, knowing the thrusting as she convulsed was driving her insane. He felt his balls churn and as Irene's sensitive pussy began to clench around him again, he nearly lost it. "Oh, fuck, Irene," he pulled out in one quick motion and gripped her hips tightly, panting and gasping. He quickly dropped to his knees and buried his face in her again, driving his tongue as deep as he could into her and wrapping his arms around her thighs. He kneaded the cheeks of her ass and began to lick all along her slit again as he felt her twitch. He was trying to think of everything he could that was unarousing -- his asshole boss, the hockey game, whoever it was that owned this mansion -- anything he could to avoid cumming right there and then. Irene wasn't making it easy. She was emitting the loveliest noises and his cock was responding to her cries of pleasure. She trembled as her body responded to two of his fingers sliding inside of her, but she would have none of it, and stood up quickly, turning around and pushing him back not-so-gently to the floor. "Nope, I want your cock in me, and I'm going to have it," she stated matter-of-factly as she began to pull his pants more out of the way. She grabbed bunches of her skirt and lifted it high, straddling him. He gripped her ankles and the heels of her shoes and braced himself for what was coming. He would not cum as soon as she sheathed him in her again, he decided, but had no idea how long he would last thereafter. Her red lipstick had smeared off her lips a bit and her lit-up horns were slightly askew when she finally squatted and lowered herself down onto him. She used a hand to guide him into her and her face immediately changed expression. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she whimpered and bit her lip as she began to rotate her hips in small circles. "Ungh, fuck, Irene!" Ryan gasped and arched upward into her, pleased that he'd been able to avoid exploding upon entering her tight pussy again. "I'm not gonna last long with you doing that!" He looked up at her brown eyes that had opened again to watch him from behind her mask. He watched them flutter and half-close for a moment as he felt her cum again, her walls grappling him and covering him in her musk. Her hips kept rotating and pushing his shaft into all the deliciously velvety soft spots inside her and it was becoming his undoing. He tried to think of baseball again, but at this point could only think of how much he was enjoying home base -- nothing was working and her rippling muscles were relentless. He closed his eyes, he bit his tongue, he gripped anything he could reach (mostly her skirt), but nothing was working. He opened his eyes just as she started to thrust her body up and down on him again. She grabbed one breast and brought her nipple to her own mouth, reaching her neck down to suck it between her lips. She moaned and took in him as deep as she could handle and began to shiver, her pleasure rattling through her. That did it for Ryan -- he couldn't last any longer. "I'm gonna - oh god, you feel so good, I'm gonna cum!" He groaned and reached out for her, pulling her down to him. He buried his face into her neck, holding her body to him tightly as he spasmed within her. "Ungh, Reenie," he growled, kissing her shoulders as he panted and writhed along with her own trembles and convulsions. Her juices had soaked him and the room smelled like sex. His hips began to slow and stop as he felt his arms tighten around her, his hands still squeezing hers. He nuzzled his nose into her hairline, inhaling the soft scent of her. Her head lolled back to expose her neck and ear to him, and he nipped the skin gently as he traced soft patterns over her breasts and nipples. After a few minutes of comfortable silence and soft touches, she turned and tilted her head to kiss him, moaning softly but no longer urgently. He stroked her cheek and neck, hugging her close as he began to gently ease out of her. She leaned back to kiss his cheek, smiling at him and groaning softly as he exited her hot sheath. "Mmm, I want you back in there already," she pouted, biting her lower lip at him. "You're insatiable," he muttered, but grinned and returned both hands to her breasts, kneading them again and drawing more coos and whimpers from her. "Jesus, Irene, you weren't joking. You're not gonna let me sleep tonight, are you?" he chuckled before gasping loudly as she swiftly dropped to her knees and engulfed his shrinking cock into her mouth. She sucked him clean, licking all of her juices off of his balls and upper thighs and tucked him back in his pants for later, smoothing the fabric over his groin and giving his balls a quick tickle before standing back up. She smiled noting that while she'd made a mess on the floor below him, his pants only had a small wet stain near the waistband. She held out her hand. "Panties, please," she grinned. "No way! You gave them to me! You can't have them back now," he teased, pulling them out of his pocket and kissing them softly to make his point. "Mmm, trust me, give them to me," she grinned. He handed them over, curious, and the half-smirk returned to his face when he saw her pull them up her legs and against her wet centre. Letting her dress down, she leaned against him, pressing her still-bare breasts against his chest. "Now the hot mess you made inside me has to sit there and soil my panties all night. Every time I move I'll be thinking of your hot cock and cum inside of me, and the extra wetness is going to turn me on so much." She pecked his stunned mouth and stepped back to adjust and tie the halter back up around her neck, covering her breasts. Winking, she grabbed his hand and after adjusting his clothing, too, led him out of the room. "We gotta find a bathroom to take the lipstick smears off of us," she laughed, counting the doors again until she found it. "How do you know where everything is?" he mused, following her lead. "I found that room unlocked when I went looking for a bathroom. I figured it'd be perfect for what I wanted," she smirked at him and locked the door behind them, grabbing a tissue and some water to wipe the red smears off of their faces. She giggled at the ridiculousness of it, and he grinned back, his eyes dancing at her behind the mask. "So how long do you think we have to stay before it's socially appropriate to go?" she asked, her eyes looking at him innocently, but her smile betraying her completely. He captured her lips in his and pressed her up against the wall of the small powder room, drawing a moan from her and making her arms wrap around his neck again. His hands roamed over her and he nipped at her lower lip before pulling back and smiling, watching her eyes rove over him and hearing her breath come in short gasps. "I guess that means we're going now?" she grinned as his fingers dipped inside her halter top to fondle her hard nipples. "Mmm, something like that," he muttered and grabbed her to him, pinning her hands above her head and running his free hand over her curves again. "So soon? My, what a pleasant surprise," she purred and cocked her leg over his hip, dragging her skirt up as he pressed her into the wall. "What can I say, it's 'cause you're such a sexy devil," he breathed along her skin and dragged his teeth along her neck and shoulder, making her tremble. "It must be the anticipation of today, the wine of tonight, and the fact that I want to make you moan my name again," he dipped his fingers into the halter top and teased a nipple. "Ryan," she whimpered, arching into him as she had moments before, and releasing his newly erect cock from its confines as his fingers squeezed and trailed across her chest to tease the other nipple to hardness. He felt the head of his cock nestle at the entrance to her entrance, pushing her soaked panties aside. The heat emanated from her and he felt her dampness surround his head as the soft lips parted around his tip. He teased his cock up and down her folds, feeling the wetness everywhere, making her throw her head back and expose her sensitive skin to him as she arched her back. "Mmm, my love, dealing with the devil has never been so much fun," he murmured into her neck, smiling at her sigh as he filled her once more.