Hot Chocolate

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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 bonus veren siteler 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 bedava bahis 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 deneme bonus 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 Comfort had been replaced by arousal and I had to do something about that.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. 

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