Page 2 of Trick or Treat with the Mountain Man
She wasn’t wearing pants. Just some colored pantyhose that matched the leotard.
The woman was full-figured with all her round areas completely on display.
Although as I studied her, I had to admit what she was doing to that leotard was rather interesting indeed. She filled every inch of it, and then some. Parts of her spilled out of it in such a way that I wished the peephole on my door had a magnifying glass attached to it.
My cock quietly rose at the sight of her. It didn’t want privacy. It wanted to find out what this woman was doing here, and if she wanted to come in and play for a while.
She knocked lightly on the door.
It was so quiet I could have easily missed it if I wasn’t attuned to listening for danger.
When I didn’t answer, she knocked louder, then hollered out, “Trick or treat!”
This was no little girl. This was an adult woman. So what business did she have driving down a dirt country driveway for an eighth of a mile, then knocking on a man’s door when he was two whiskeys down and susceptible to a woman’s wicked ways?
I worked to unlock my jaw as another blast of fireworks went off. Then, I turned on the porch floodlights. That should scare her off.
Because no matterwhatmy cock thought, I knew better than to answer the door.
Watching through the peephole, I saw her recoil as the bright lights flashed on. Then she held up her hand to shield her eyes.
“Hello?”
Now that the light was on, I could see that she wasstunning. She might have been in her late twenties. And she had the most gorgeous eyes I’d ever seen, framed by long auburn hair.
She was indeed wearing a leotard, along with pantyhose and an open jacket slung over her shoulders.
I tried to make out what was in her hands, but she was standing too close to the door.
“What do you want?” I growled through the closed door.
“Oh, hi! You are home. I thought you were. I saw lights as I was driving up. I’m Ava.”
This one was a chatterbox.
Just what I didn’t need.
“What do you want, Ava?” I repeated my question, trying to get her focused.
“Me? It’s Halloween. And, uh, do you think we can talk with the door open? You know, face to face? Sometimes people do that, and it feels a little friendlier that way.”
“I’m not in a friendly mood, Ava. So let’s keep the door shut.”
Her eyebrows popped up. “Oh, well… I came by to offer you a treat. You know. Trick or treat? I’ve got the treat version right here in my hands.”
My gaze skittered down. I still couldn’t see what was in her hands, but I could see the ample cleavage she had on display. Miss Kitty wasn’t leaving anything to the imagination, and it might have been too long since I’d thought about a woman in this way, because my dick hardened further.
I whipped my eyes back up to her face, even though she couldn’t see where I’d been looking.
“Step back,” I ordered. “Three paces.”
“Three paces? I feel like I’m in a western right now. Are we about to have a gunfight?” she asked cheerfully as she took a few steps back.
Now I could see the wide curve of her hips, too. Oh, man. Why would a woman drive out to my cabin wearing a teeny, tiny little outfit like that?
Nothing good was going to come of this.
“Hold up the package,” I grunted through the door.
