A Chill In The Night

​Emily sighed as she locked the doors and turned out the lights early. A still full candy bowl sat outside bearing silent witness to her sorrow and longing. She pulled her soft, plush robe tighter against her bare chest. It was going to be a long cold night. This was NOT how she imagined she would be spending her Halloween, even just a few months ago.

​Up until that tragic night in August when she became a widow at 29. Every day without him had been hard, but Halloween was THEIR holiday. Emily and Jason, the Halloween couple. They celebrated to the fullest every year and their playful pranks were always legendary throughout the community.

​"But not this one," Emily said to the dark, still, empty house. No, things were supposed to be very different, indeed.

​The couple had planned on beginning their night handing out candy and scaring the older kids. Emily couldn't help but laugh, despite the pain, at a memory of Jason scaring one poor boy so bad he peed himself.

Later, they would spend the evening at a club together; matching Halloween costumes and themed drinks to boot. As she readied herself for bed, Emily let her imagination wander to what could have been. What SHOULD have been, had the love of her life not been so suddenly ripped from her side.

Once the foreplay of flowing drinks and dirty dancing drove them to a fever pitch, the pair would have called an Uber. Neither of them capable at this point of keeping their hands off each other long enough to drive. Taking advantage of the distracted driver they would make out and grope each other like a couple of horny teenagers.

​Emily smiled at the thought, her right hand absently tracing circles around her hardening nipples. The Uber would deliver them home moments before their passion reached a point of no return. Emily sighed again, this time with a hint of happiness as she slid under the covers. Emily pulled the blanket up tight to her chin to fight off the persistent chill in the air before continuing to reminisce.

The gauntlet from the front door to the bedroom was often the hardest part of the night. Tripping over each other in the dark in a mad dash to get to the bedroom and remove their cumbersome costumes without ever removing their lips from one another's body. A dozen memories flooded her mind with times they didn't quite make it to the bedroom. Emily pulled back the blankets, exposing her suddenly flush, heaving breasts to the cool air. Reminiscing about the way his body felt on -and in- her always set her skin on fire.

​A gentle, icy pressure on her outer left thigh jolted Emily from her fiery fantasies. Emily squirmed, feeling the goosebumps rise all over her naked body. She quickly dismissed the whole thing as the cool night air sneaking in under the silken sheet. She had, after all, been squirming more than a little as she mentally relived those passionate nights together.

Readjusting the blankets she snuggled on her back into the soft, warm, inviting bed. Emily decided to give her poor, neglected, yearning body a break and try to drift off to sleep. Her breath and heartbeat began to slow, succumbing to the stresses of the day when she felt it again, only more insistent this time. Stronger. Harder to dismiss as a simple chill or gust of air.

​Emily froze, her every sense instantly on high alert. She wasn't sure, exactly, why she was scared. But there was a primal something screaming at her from the deep recesses of her mind. Something wasn't right. Her body remained still, but Emily's eyes frantically scanned the dark room for any sign of the phantom danger. As suddenly as the first time, Emily felt the same sensation on her right thigh.

Emily held her breath and steeled herself to do the only rational thing her racing mind could think of. With shaking hands, Emily slowly slid her palms down her goose-pimpled flesh. Pausing for just a moment, she allowed her hands to rest on her hips, a hair's breadth away from the still present, icy hands.

​Hands! Emily realized. That's what the not-quite-familiar cold feeling was! Hands, as if fresh from the snow, gripping her thighs with an urgency she was all too familiar with. As Emily laid there in shock, trying to rationalize what was happening, she felt icy hands gently push her legs open wider. Halloween! Of course! If ever there was a night he would come for her, it would be tonight!

​"Jason?" she asked the darkness in a small, timid voice she didn't recognize. "Is... is it really you, my love?"

​The answer came, not in a voice or even a whisper, but a touch. An intimate touch; a touch as familiar to her as her own. His mouth working her most sensitive areas in a way only he could ever do.

​"Oh, how I've missed you," Emily breathed, a single tear sliding down her cheek.

​She felt Jason's presence shift. Felt the familiar, comforting weight of his body lower onto hers and the press of his icy lips froze the tear in place.

​"OOOHHhhhh..." Emily gasped as she felt her husband's cold, ghostly penis penetrate her. It was a jarring feeling that reminded her of one of their kinkier adventures. But as he began thrusting into her in that familiar, animalistic way he had, Emily's pussy quickly responded with a fire that rivaled Jason's own intensity.

Jason's silent thrusts and icy lips on her nipples soon had Emily's moans increasing in volume and intensity to match the orgasm building inside her. She finally climaxed with a scream as her entire body spasmed on the bed, drenching her sheets in her own cum and sweat. With her breath ragged and micro-explosions still going off throughout her body she felt Jason's presence begin to fade.

​"Jason, don't leave me," Emily pleaded in a whisper known only to lovers.

​As she felt herself succumb to exhaustion and afterglow, she heard his faint voice in her ear, "Forever and always, my love."