Happy Halloween!  This story is an erotic story written by me, Shon 
Richards.  Please don't steal it and claim to you wrote it because I 
will summon the spirits of a thousand angry dead writers to haunt you 
forever and ever.  

Big thanks go to my editor, Alicia, who likes candy corn.

If you love this story, then why don't you marry it?  Failing that, 
drop me a line at shonrichardshsd@eathlink.net.  More of my stories can 
be found at /~ShonRichards/

"Hide and Treat"
By Shon Richards

	I skipped the house with no Halloween decorations and went to the 
white house with the half buried skeleton in the front yard.  It was 
the week before Halloween and I knew Raquel would be in a festive mood.  
What was the point of breaking into a house where the people weren't 
interesting enough to decorate?   

	The door had a cardboard ghost tacked on it.  The owners must 
have a lot of faith in the ghost because they forgot to bolt the door. 
I could envision the ghost leaping off the door and suffocating me, but 
the happy spirit only smiled at me.  I smiled back at him, giddy with 
the excitement of the night.  It only took a few moments to pick the 
lock and I was in.  

	There is magic in entering a stranger's house for the first time.  
My cock was so damn hard I felt I was going to burst my sweatpants.  My 
hands were sweating and I resisted the urge to take off my black 
gloves.  Every part of me was alive and I swear I could smell Raquel's 
perfume in the quiet house.

	Ten minutes later I realized she wasn't there.  Her perfume was 
strong in the house, smelling of peaches and sweat, so I knew she had 
been here.  It was just a poor house for our purposes.  There were 
three kids, each of them teenagers.  My flashlight almost woke up the 
oldest son and his room was decorated in violent images.  I could 
picture Raquel standing at his doorway and reaching the same conclusion 
I did.  Our game was risky enough without some kid with anger issues 
waking up on us.

	I left the house and skipped the next two on the street.  One 
wasn't decorated and the other house had a dog door; a definite no-no 
for us.  A Pekinese nearly ripped my balls off last Spring.  I had 
Raquel bent over a couch and I was slamming her ass.  The damn dog 
jumped up right between my legs and missed my bouncing sack by inches.  
Dogs didn't fuck around with intruders.

	In the next yard were a few scarecrows dressed as if they were in 
a band.  I couldn't help moaning as I unlocked the door.  It reminded 
me of being in the marching band in high school and fucking Hazel 
Dickinson.  Those long bus rides were my first hint of how good sex 
could be.  Hazel would sit on my lap in her skirt and my pants would be 
open.  We didn't even have to grind; the lousy shocks on the bus and 
the bumpy roads kept us in constant motion.  Sliding into her cunt was 
good, but doing it while the band was talking, playing around and 
completely oblivious to us was pure pleasure.  I remember climaxing 
inside her and we would share that look of pure intimacy that was born 
of secrets.  

	God, I was almost trembling as I checked the house out.  There 
were band decorations everywhere.  From the photographs in the hall, I 
could tell that both the husband and wife here played instruments.  
Even their teenage daughter played the flute and I had dirty thoughts 
about Hazel playing her flute.  I checked the daughter's room out.  The 
girl was pretty but I left her alone.  I'm not a pervert or anything.

	Raquel wasn't there, or in the next three houses I checked.  My 
heart began to race as I checked my watch.  The rules were simple; I 
had all night to find Raquel and she had to stay on the street we had 
picked.  This was a long street and even ruling out the non-decorated 
ones, I might not be able to check them all out before sunrise.  The 
thought of not collecting my reward from her terrified me.  We only 
play the game once a month, and tonight I wanted her worse than ever.  
At the same time, the possibility of failing only turned me on more.  
It was just another danger to our game.

	Danger was as important to me as breathing.  The first time I 
ever saw a naked woman was when I had sneaked upstairs to my parent's 
attic and raided my father's Playboys.  My first orgasm came from 
exploring myself quietly in my grandparent's house.  I've had 
girlfriends and casual sex, but none of them compare to the thrill of 
having sex where you shouldn't.

	I started skipping houses that my gut didn't feel Raquel would be 
interested in.  To help matters, I used some luminescent chalk to mark 
the porches of houses I had checked.  The glowing yellow marks added to 
the décor and I smiled at my contribution to the holidays.  It did make 
me wonder what the homeowners will think tomorrow night when they see 
the seemingly random marks on their steps.  Maybe they'll think they 
were being targeted for a future robbery.  I hoped they turned that 
fear into hot sex, but I knew that most people weren't that 
sophisticated.    

	Other people weren't like Raquel and I.  In college I had 
perfected the art of breaking into sorority houses and masturbating in 
the darkness.  Once I graduated, I started breaking into houses and 
apartment buildings to satisfy that urge within.  It was exciting to 
explore a total stranger's house but at the same time, it was becoming 
a lonely thing to do.  I never stole a thing and I never touched any of 
the sleeping people I encountered, but I knew that if I was ever caught 
that I would be locked away forever and ever.  It was starting to get 
depressing. 

	Then one magical night around Christmas, I broke into a large 
house with more decorations than good taste.  It was a gaudy, tacky 
place and I couldn't wait to pull out my cock and masturbate in the 
heart of all that overblown cheer.  Just as I was about to start, I 
heard the sound of someone's zipper being pulled down.  My flashlight 
spun around and caught my future love in the act of masturbating while 
watching me.  

	It turns out that Raquel had seen me enter shortly after she had.  
Intrigued by the idea of watching another sneak like her, she had 
followed me while I explored the house.  Once she saw that I wasn't 
taking anything either, she knew I was a thrill-seeker like her.  The 
thought was just too much for her and she had to masturbate right 
there.  

	That was the start of a beautiful love.  We weren't alone any 
more.    

	As I kept looking for her, I saw one house with beautiful 
Halloween lights strung over the windows.  Red and orange lights 
flickered from the outside as I searched the house.  It was pretty 
cool.  The inside had other neat decorations, including a laughing 
skull that scared the shit out of me when I got too close to it.  I 
froze as it's ringing laughter echoed through the house.  At any 
moment, I expected the homeowners to come rushing out and the sirens of 
angry police wailing their approach.  I could picture Raquel running 
out of her hiding place and the two of us desperately escaping from a 
society that didn't understand us.

	I almost jerked off right there thinking about it.

	The skull grew quiet and in the darkness the rest of the house 
slumbered.  I was almost disappointed.  The couple who owned the house 
slept on, and so did their four kids.  No other toys came to life as I 
completed my search of the place. 

	On my way out I saw a bowl of candy corn in the living room.  I 
took a handful of the sugary treats and savored their overpowering 
flavor.  Raquel and I both liked the candy, and we were both surprised 
to find someone else who shared a passion for the colorful confection.   
Last Halloween, Raquel had filled her sex with candy corn and I ate the 
melted sweetness out of her.  That's love.

	A few more houses and I was sweating.  The night air was cold but 
my adrenaline was running high.  I smelled her perfume twice but she 
wasn't there.  The waiting was driving me nuts and I wondered if it was 
this bad for her when she came looking for me.

	I thought back to the first time we played the game and I knew it 
was a silly question.  We had spent the night talking about how much we 
loved hide and seek as kids and she dared me that I couldn't hide from 
her.  We kept upping the stakes until we had settled on a reward and at 
that point, the idea of hiding in other people's houses only felt 
logical.  Hell, it was what we were good at.  It was a hot night of cat 
and mouse and when she did find me, she climaxed as soon as I entered 
her.  We quietly fucked in a dusty guestroom over and over till neither 
of us could walk.  Oh yes, I knew hunting was just as much a turn on 
for her.

	Clouds covered the moon when I broke into the next house.  I had 
a good feeling about it.  There were fake tombstones in the yard and a 
complex fake spider web covered the porch.  The door was dead bolted 
but the window next to the door was unlocked.  I crawled through 
without a hitch and took a look around.

	The house was decorated inside but luckily; there were no 
laughing skulls.  The place had a good vibe.  A cardboard witch lurked 
in the living room while a few glowing ghosts haunted the hallway.  The 
furniture was top notch, expensive wood and ornate details.  It was 
like being in a haunted mansion.

	Raquel was in the dining room.  She was moaning as soon as she 
saw my flashlight sweep around the corner.  A dim paper lantern lit up 
the room, casting orange bats against the walls.  She had let her 
blonde hair down and was smiling at me.  She had also taken off her 
sweatshirt and was topless, which made me moan and laugh at the same 
time.  I could just see her waiting here, topless for some midnight 
house walker to discover.

	I didn't say anything as I walked up to her.  Her face in my 
hands, I took her mouth with mine.  She tasted like candy corn and I 
groaned in her lips.  We had eaten from the same dish, walked in the 
same house and were now going to fuck together where we should not be.

	"How do you want it?" Raquel purred when I broke the kiss.  I won 
the game; it was my choice.  A thousand images sprang to mind and I 
wanted to do them all but I knew better.  There was no point in 
foreplay or contemplating combinations, we were both going to come 
instantly.

	"Down," I growled and Raquel sunk to her knees.  I pulled my 
sweats down past my cock.  As soon as my cock was free, Raquel took me 
into her mouth.  My hands tightened around her blonde hair and I kept 
her pinned to me.  Her mouth sealed around my cock and I liked the idea 
of flooding the candy corn flavor out of her mouth with the taste of my 
seed.

	Raquel groaned as I thrust down into her mouth.  I was trembling 
with excitement.  She had a noisy mouth and the slurping sounds seemed 
terribly loud and naughty in the quiet house.  My love was fingering 
her sweet cunt beneath her sweat pants.  She was stroking hard, her 
body humping the air as her desire consumed her.

	I knew the feeling.

	We heard a sound come from upstairs.  Like a floorboard creaking 
or the heavy tread of someone afraid.  Even above the sounds of her 
mouth, we both heard a voice. 

	In response, we both moaned louder.

	A door opened upstairs and I pumped harder between Raquel's lips.  
My love was climaxing, her whole body shaking and her lips humming 
around my cock as she came.  

	The floor creaked upstairs as someone cautiously braved the dark 
house.  They might be armed with a bat or even carrying a gun.  The 
floor creaked louder as the person upstairs gained courage and walked 
faster.

	I climaxed hard, so very damn hard into Raquel's mouth.  The 
orgasm stunned me with its intensity.  I bent over as I emptied myself 
down her throat.  Raquel purred louder between swallows.

	A foot clomped loudly on the stairs as I pulled my cock out of 
Raquel's mouth.  Some of my seed splattered her chest and Raquel 
giggled.  The horny girl still had her shirt off and it didn't look 
like she was putting it on anytime soon.  Her tanned breasts shimmered 
in the soft light and I giggled with her at her audacity.  There was 
nothing like afterglow to make a woman reckless.

	"Is there a way out?" I asked.  

	Raquel nodded and took my hand.  Together we were silent and I 
once again marveled at how good we were.  She led me to the kitchen and 
to a back door that she had left unlocked.  Lights were being turned on 
the house behind us as we made our escape.  Raquel dived behind a row 
of bushes and I quickly joined her.  Secure in our new hiding place, we 
watched as a very tall man came to the kitchen door and peered out 
through the window.  

	"Close one," Raquel said.

	I shook my head.  "We've had worse."

	I leaned over and kissed her ear.  My arm hugged her bare chest 
to me and I grabbed a breast playfully.  Raquel pressed against me and 
I could hear her breathing quicken.  Her nipple was hard under my 
fingers and she struggled to stay quiet as we hid.  

	"Still horny?" she asked when I released her ear.  I didn't let 
go of her breast.

	"Give me a thirty minute head start and I'll show you how horny I 
am," I said.

	Her face glowed with fear and excitement.  "It's already after 
two, and I'll bet you money that the guy called the police.  There'll 
be a police car patrolling the area for the rest of the night."

	"Sounds exciting, doesn't it?"

	"Oh God yes," Raquel moaned.  "I'm timing you, you know?"

	I kissed her before leaving.  Playing the game twice in one 
night.  It must be love.

The end.

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