"His Favorite Day"  {Uther} (MF rom wl) 

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public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination 
and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly 
coincidental. 
 

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                        His Favorite Day 
                       by Uther Pendragon 
                    nogardneprethu@gmail.com


Halloween was his favorite day in the whole year. 

The jack-o-lantern he'd carved grinned out the window.  Its 
reflection was the brightest light in the living room, and he'd 
even put a low-watt bulb in the porch light. 

He peeked around the door to count the ghosts or pirates 
climbing up to their porch.  He grabbed up two wrapped Reese's 
Peanut Butter Cups apiece and knelt behind the door. 

When the bell rang, he slid the door open wider and stuck out 
his long arm.  Waiting until he felt the edge of a bag under his 
wrist, he dropped the candy.  Then he repeated the process twice 
more. 

"Painting your arm was too much," she said.  "And where is my 
candy?"  He always overbought for Halloween, but he was 
thoughtful enough to buy her favorite.  She was going to add five 
pounds in the next three days. 

"It's only food coloring.  It will wash right off."  He took 
one wrapped cup from his stash and started to hand it to her.  "I 
have to drop it in a bag."  He pulled her blouse out with his 
right hand and dropped the candy from the dyed one.  She saw 
right then that she should change from her office clothes.  She 
had her own plans for this night.  He would stay close to the 
door and answer every ring of the doorbell.  She didn't mind; it 
was a subtler form of bondage. 

By the time she was back dressed in one of his old shirts and 
an old skirt, another crew was at the door.  "It's green!" a 
voice screamed from the porch.  It sounded like a mother, rather 
than a child.  There were shrieks of laughter and then a clatter 
of small shoes on the steps. 

"See?" he asked.  Somebody had noticed his green arm.  He, she 
knew, was sure that one response was worth the time, the effort, 
the green-spotted towels.  And that poor woman, expecting 
something else, seeing the green arm extending towards her in the 
near-dark. 

He drew the shirt's neckline away from her body.  "Don't want 
to drop these on anything delicate," he said.  His left hand 
touched her breast before he dropped the candy.  He brushed her 
nipple on the way up. 

"If any of that gets on my breast . . ." she threatened.  
Still, the touch stiffened that nipple. 

"It's only food coloring.  I'll be glad to lick it 
off."  He pulled her into a kiss.  They were so lost in each 
other that neither heard the steps on the stairs.  They jumped at 
the bell. 

She pulled the shirt halfway out of the skirt band, reached in 
and got the candy.  She nibbled her Peanut Butter Cup while 
planning her next move. 

Several groups came one after the other.  When she came back 
for her next candy, he held her neckline with his right hand and 
reached his green hand under her skirt to pull the hem of the 
shirt down.  He stroked her thighs and even the wet spot of her 
panties.  Only then did he place another piece of candy in her 
shirt, stroking her breasts on the way in and on the way out. 

Sounds on the porch proclaimed a large group.  She left him, 
dropping her newest treat on the kitchen table and her panties on 
the chair.  She headed out the back door.  The cool air with a 
threat of rain made her shiver, sneaking under her skirt and 
through the shirt.  The groups coming up the walk now were 
hurrying to beat the rain.  She gave way to the last arrivals, 
and soon was alone on the porch.  She rang the bell. 

The green hand groped forwards, offering the candy.  She 
lifted her skirt and stepped over it.  Instead of a bag, he felt 
flesh. He moved his hand in the other direction and felt more 
flesh. Raising his hand trapped it in the juncture of her thighs.  
He dropped the candy and turned his hand upwards.  He cupped her 
dripping pussy, playing with the outer labia.  "Mrs. Jones," he 
called softly.  "Or is it Mrs. Brown?  I think you are missing 
one piece of your costume." 

Somebody turned in their gate, braving the rain that was 
beginning to fall.  She stepped back, squatted for the dropped 
candy, and escaped around the house without looking at them. 
Visibility was poor anyway. 

"Well," he said after those visitors had scuttled away in the  
now-heavy rain.  "If you have a green cunt, it's your own 
fault." 

"I don't know what you mean.  Did I hear you out here talking 
to Mrs. Jones?  It violates the whole spirit of Halloween to 
identify someone who is in costume." 

"I should know your pussy, after all the time I spend playing 
with it.  Anyway, you got caught in the rain out there.  Your 
hair's wet." 

"And whose else do you play with that you can make the 
comparison?" she asked. 

He held up another piece of candy in his right hand.  "Come 
here and get it."  He kept hold of it while snaking his left arm 
under her skirt.  "Yep.  That was you all right.  How many of the 
neighbors saw you?" 

"Nobody.  They may have seen you groping some woman on the 
front porch, but that's another story." 

"Think anybody else is coming?" 

"No," she said.  "It's a dreary rain.  No thunder or 
lightning, but much too hard to ignore.  She moved away from him 
to turn off the porch light.  "Wash that arm before you come to 
bed." 

While she listened to the water run in the sink, she wondered 
why he didn't just take a shower.  She was ready for him, after 
the teasing and the groping.  She couldn't believe that he wasn't 
ready for her, as well. 

When he flipped back the blankets from his side of the bed, he 
was wearing a towel wrapped around his waist.  Yanking the knot 
loose, she reached for his cock. 

She was already touching it when she saw that it was 
green.   


The End
His Favorite Day
Uther Pendragon
2001/06/05
2002/10/30
2010/07/24
2010/10/26

This story is written in deliberate imitation 
of Dulcinea, a late, great, author on 
alt.sex.stories.  For more about this, see:
dulcinea.txt Dulcinea Tribute 

For a story of a different couple:
http://www.asstr.org/~Uther_Pendragon/Gjt/bla_08f.htm
"Physiological" 


This story is indexed in the subdirectory: 
wl.txt  Wedded Lust

The index to almost all my stories:
http://www.asstr.org/~Uther_Pendragon/index.htm