Parents had taken their trick-or-treaters home. The moon was mostly full but mostly hidden by clouds. Sometimes it broke through a little bit, sometimes it was veiled and dark and sometimes it shined bright and drove most of the darkness away.
The fall breezes had chased a mess of colored leaves from the trees, blanketing the sidewalks and streets. I swept my feet through them and listened to them scurry away. One porch light after another blinked out as bowls of candy emptied.
I hadn’t dressed right for the chill night and I considered turning around for home when out of nowhere I felt a caress of chocolate across my lips. Wishful thinking? What was I wishing for? Possibly for my thermos of hot chocolate that I had left on the kitchen counter; probably.
Strangely comforted and no longer chilled, I slowed my pace and allowed my mind to wander again. There was no need to go home quite yet. I brushed at a tickle on my chest and jumped at how sensitive and stiff my nipple was. I adjusted my bra but that only led to a rush of tickles and tingles. My immediate thought was that this bra has to come off.
I stepped into a shadow and the suggestion of hot chocolate returned. This time my mouth was filled, almost too hot, and I swallowed by reflex. The soothing warmth traveled out from my belly, up through my chest and down by my thighs. I grasped a breast and gasped. I almost doubled over when my other hand found its way between my legs. The aroma of hot chocolate enveloped me as I stumbled forward, back into the moonlight.
I fell out of my reverie and was aware again of my surroundings. I dropped my hands to my sides and stood up, crouching slightly. My heart was thumping and my breaths were quick and shallow. Comfort had been replaced by arousal and I had to do something about that. Not here, I thought, but I was too far from home. The park – there was a small park behind those houses. I scurried through some stranger’s back yard and over a short hill. I scanned the grounds while rubbing my sex through my jeans.
The clouds blocked the moon again and the need became more urgent. I dashed toward the old willow tree. I slammed my back against its massive trunk, facing away from the houses but towards the open field. I settled for the cover of darkness because I had no other choices. I tore my shirt up from the waist of my jeans and seized my tits, cross-armed, hugging myself as I squeezed. The breeze blew my hair across my neck, which I imagined to be kisses.
I undid the button on my jeans but couldn’t reach down far enough. I shimmied them over my hips and thrust my hand under my panties. I pushed my bra away with my other hand and teased a nipple with my palm, working my fingers into my flesh. I marveled at what I was doing to myself. How could I have made my tit feel like I was being suckled?
I alternated between plunging and stroking a finger in and around my soaked pussy. My panties proved too restrictive and I pulled them down as well. I slid my middle finger in as far as I could, keeping the heel of my hand pressured against my clit. I felt full. I didn’t know how I could feel so full with only one finger but I did.
But then my finger was in the way. My hand on my breast was in the way. I was insatiable, and not just a little bit. I spread my feet farther apart and placed my palms against the tree. I imagined I was getting fucked, I imagined my tit was getting sucked. I imagined the wind was kissing my neck and that I was licking hot chocolate from the other tongue in my mouth.
The moon was about to win its battle with the clouds. I had to hurry, I had to cum before the moonlight returned. My ass bumped against the tree as my make-believe lover fucked me harder, deeper, faster. Soon, an incredible warmth overflowed from within me and my climax repeatedly jerked my body up against the trunk. At the end, I was bathed in moonbeams. My legs were too weak to hold me up and so I slid down. The need for hot chocolate faded away and I sat bare-assed on the cold ground before the redeeming moon.
