Joel & Mrs. Quinten 01
Finally, the fall pumpkin festivals had come to an end, which meant it was time for the big city sponsored Halloween Festival weekend at the Middleton fair grounds. It's always a good time for everyone between 1 and 85 and costumes are encouraged and judged.
And don't think poorly of me, but I wanted some juice and cookies, so I attended the festival weekend kick off committee meeting on Friday. I mean, if they didn't want me to have some of their juice and cookies, then they should do a better job of making it a closed meeting or take at least take attendance.
"Alright Halloween festival committee members, the night of our big Halloween party weekend has arrived and the grounds and booths look amazing, so great job everyone. I mean, I'm still questioning the need for blankets in the young adults Hay Ride trailer, but I know that I'm just an old bat who may be a little behind with the times, but seriously, black lights inside of the trailer?"
Mrs. Quinten was right about how good the place looked, so the count down to the witching hour had begun.
"Now, committee members, before I release you all to your assigned locations, let me just say one more time that I am not a witch and I don't live for Halloween parties. I'm just an old bag of bones who likes to HISS a lot, that's all, HISS. And finally, I'm sad to report that Mrs. Peterson still hasn't been seen for a couple of weeks, although her mafia connected husband seems to have bigger smile on his face lately. But don't read too much into that either because his private limo was spotted the Butchers' and you know, that man meat sandwich thing, right?" Also, because Mrs. Peterson may be missing, well, watch what you pull out of the river when we hold our annual river clean up event in event in the morning. If it looks a like a mummy, well, let the police handle it. Anyways, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."
Hey, Mrs. Peterson is fine and she's living a safe house as the divorce proceedings make their way through the legal system and I'm bound to silence to keep her location a secret, you know, because of the way her mafia connected lousy faggot hubby likes to mummy wrap things before his hench men toss said things in Middleton River, you know, for safe keeping.
And much to my surprise, my old flame, Quinn, snuck into the meeting and sat right next to me.
"Hello, Joel, I suppose you're looking alright. Sneaking free cookies today? And are you still banging that little cookie named Yvette?"
"Hello, Quinn, I suppose you're looking better than any young woman should. Ah, and I'm sneaking some juice too."
"Joel, I can't believe this isn't against my better judgement, but my Aunt Queena is only wearing a body suit and shoes under her witch costume today, in case that's something you are interested. I love my aunt and I hate that she is so lonely these days. Also, OMG, my aunt can ramble on when she's on the announcement stage, right?"
"A tight body suit, you say? I like body suits, right Quinn? The things that are kind of like a one-piece swim suit? I like that, right?"
"Oh Joel, you'll never change, but yes, you're a stupid man, so you like body suits, especially when it's the only thing being worn under a costume. Now just to be clear, I'm only telling you this because my aunt has been lonely for a long time, but I swear, if you try to make her your woman, you will be sorry."
"Hey, Quinn, it's me, Joel, what could wrong? By the way, wow, nice Poison Ivy costume Quinn. And by another way, ah, just who turned you into Poison Ivy using body paint only? And by my last way of this fine Friday night, hey, you and I last year, right? We were hot and heavy, right Quinn?"
"Like I said Joel, you will never change, but I am not a monster, we can kiss good bye and because we were actually hot and heavy once last year for zero minutes, so there can be tongue involved."
Ahh, last year was a good year for me too! Quinn accepted my date invitation to a pool party and I was walking on air, folks, walking on air! I mean, it was a hot day and my party clothes backpack was heavy as I had to carry it home when she dumped me in the driveway of the pool party. And kept my car. But it was a 10 minutes date that I will never forget. Also, she was right about how her aunt could ramble on as the Head Festival Committee spokesperson.
"Oops, sorry committee members, before I wave my witch's wand and say ready, set, go, ah, I need a volunteer to help me take our non-descript windowless festival van to the popup costume store for a few last-minute supplies, so anyone? Sold, thank you for volunteering, Joel. So, ready, set, go people."
Wait, what? I was itching an itch on my shoulder! Not to mention that I wasn't even an official festival committee member and Mrs. Quinten and everyone else knew that, although no one seemed to care as the other committee members just made their way out of the festival office, leaving me behind and alone with Mrs. Quinten in the office. And nothing un-nerves your nerves like the sound of a door locking.
"Relax fly boy, we don't really need to go to the store, but the windowless cargo van is available, not that I'm suggesting anything. Anyways, I couldn't help but to notice how you were looking at me from the meeting audience as I rambled on and on about the festival rules that no one pays attention to anyways. So, were you checking me out or am I truly just a crazy bag of old bones? And we can talk about my niece Quinn later even though we both know right now that she is out of your league."
"Fine, Mrs. Quinten, I was checking you out. I love women who have the nerve to wear only a body suit under a costume and I think it's a major turn on."
"Hmmm, a stupid man who likes a woman in a body suit, what are the odds? Anyways, just how would you know what I may or may not be wearing under my witch costume, which is solid black and zipped up tight? Do you have X-Ray vision or something, Joel? And don't even think about lying by dragging my innocent niece Quinn into this. She's super sweet and would never let on that her favorite aunt may or may not be awfully lonely these days. Oh, and she made it clear that I only want a little action, right? I mean, I do not want to be your woman."
"Mrs. Quinten, I knew immediately that you were wearing a risky body suit under your costume by the way your body moved while you tried to shimmy up on the announcement stage. I may be a stupid man, but my dick-o-meter never fails me. Are we done with the stupid back and forth, now?"
"Well, we haven't gotten to part where you convince me to remove my witch costume and prove to you that I am only wearing a form fitted body suit yet, so no, I think we need to go a little more back and then follow that up with some forth or something. Anyways, if it's my turn, would you like proof of what I'm wearing under my witch costume, Joel? And I double locked the office door."
"Well, I hate it when I have to make a decision without knowing all of the facts, so it might be best if your witch costume becomes unzipped and dropped."
LOL, you should have seen her eyes! Reality set in and it hit her like a brick that she was about to get basically naked in front of me or should I say for me?
"Fine, Mr. Experienced! I'm a little nervous, so what? It's been a long time since I exposed my body to a man."
Well, if that was code for me to chip in and help, well, most of my past blog entries clearly identify my willingness to accommodate and help out or chip in.
By the way, one-piece body suits, right? Good containment, minimal coverage, a great presentation of the boobs, a front area that is very hypnotizing and a backside that breaks on the cheeks in just the right place. Oh, and to be fair, ah, her witch costume, which ended up on the office desk, was cool too.
"And by the way Joel, while you gazing at me and day dreaming about your next MILF blog update, you may have forgotten about how easily my puppies just pop right out of the top of my form fitting body suit and by the way, not only are they big and full, they are very sensitive and I promise, my juices will start flowing just as soon as you latch your mouth on one of them and if I have walk around the festival all night with a damp crotch in my body suit, then sobeit."
