The creaking of dry leaves beneath my high-heeled shoes resonated in the quietness of the afternoon. The black dress, a gift from my grandmother, moved with grace at each step. It was a bit outdated, yes, but I felt comfortable in it. It was October 31st, the date when the congregation gathered to discuss Halloween. I knew my husband couldn't accompany me, as he had to work.
Upon arriving at the Kingdom Hall of Jehovah's Witnesses, the warm smile of the elderly man greeted me. There had always been a very special connection between us, a deep friendship that sometimes felt a little more... much more.
The assembly proceeded as usual, with the detailed explanation of why, as Jehovah's Witnesses, we don't celebrate Halloween. The elderly man, with his grave and warm voice, conveyed the teachings with a passion that moved me.
At the end, while leaving together, the elderly man proposed accompanying me home. I don't like you walking alone, he said with a mischievous smile. He took hold of my waist and walked alongside me.
Instead of taking the path to my house, we walked towards a modest hotel, one of those that smell like cigarette smoke and cheap detergent, a place we had never visited before. I have a surprise for you, he said with a sparkle in his eyes.
In the room, the elderly man pulled out a package from his backpack. It's a Japanese schoolgirl costume, he explained with a perverse smile. I hesitated for a moment, but the idea of breaking with routine, living a little of Halloween magic, attracted me.
I put on the costume, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. He helped me style my hair with two clips and suggested I wear red lipstick and line my eyes.
The afternoon turned into a dance of caresses, kisses, and whispers. Never before had I been penetrated so strongly and savagely, he said, using bad words, giving me spanks and slapping me with his penis. He proposed immortalizing our encounter and took many photos of me on his cell phone, making sexy and some vulgar poses. The ones that showed everything about me. He recorded me sucking his penis and while he was penetrating me wildly in various positions. At the end, with my moans fading out, the old man proposed we go out to the street. - 'Don't take off your costume', he asked. And so, with the disguise of a Japanese schoolgirl and my fluids dripping between my legs, we went out to enjoy Halloween. Walking among the crowd in costume, with the old man by my side, was a surreal experience. The children's laughter, the extravagant costumes, the loud music, everything enveloped me in a whirlwind of colors and emotions. I felt a little discomfort at first, a strange sensation seeing the curious glances of people. My skirt so short, the white shirt that showed my navel, the white stockings and blue tie made me feel vulnerable, exposed. My mind and body, accustomed to the sobriety of my daily life, struggled to accept the situation. - 'Don't worry, no one will recognize you', he whispered in my ear while caressing my buttocks, his warm breath making my skin tingle. But his words failed to dispel my unease. The gazes of others, some amused, others lascivious, made me feel like an object, a toy in the hands of the crowd. My heart was pounding, my hands were sweating. 'What's happening?', I asked myself. 'I can't believe I'm doing this', I thought, 'it wasn't enough to be unfaithful... Now I'm betraying my principles and faith'. But the old man's voice, his warm gaze, made me forget my doubts. I clung to the old man's hand, seeking his support, his protection. His presence gave me a little security, but it wasn't enough to dispel the feeling of unease that invaded me. But slowly, the music caught on, the lights hypnotized me, and the joy of the people enveloped me. It was like I was in a movie, living an adventure I never would have imagined. The Halloween, a date that had always been foreign to my life, had become a magical memory, a moment of shared complicity and passion with the old man. After we returned to the hotel, I dressed up again in my outdated clothes and went home with my husband.
Upon arriving at the Kingdom Hall of Jehovah's Witnesses, the warm smile of the elderly man greeted me. There had always been a very special connection between us, a deep friendship that sometimes felt a little more... much more.
The assembly proceeded as usual, with the detailed explanation of why, as Jehovah's Witnesses, we don't celebrate Halloween. The elderly man, with his grave and warm voice, conveyed the teachings with a passion that moved me.
At the end, while leaving together, the elderly man proposed accompanying me home. I don't like you walking alone, he said with a mischievous smile. He took hold of my waist and walked alongside me.
Instead of taking the path to my house, we walked towards a modest hotel, one of those that smell like cigarette smoke and cheap detergent, a place we had never visited before. I have a surprise for you, he said with a sparkle in his eyes.
In the room, the elderly man pulled out a package from his backpack. It's a Japanese schoolgirl costume, he explained with a perverse smile. I hesitated for a moment, but the idea of breaking with routine, living a little of Halloween magic, attracted me.
I put on the costume, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. He helped me style my hair with two clips and suggested I wear red lipstick and line my eyes.
The afternoon turned into a dance of caresses, kisses, and whispers. Never before had I been penetrated so strongly and savagely, he said, using bad words, giving me spanks and slapping me with his penis. He proposed immortalizing our encounter and took many photos of me on his cell phone, making sexy and some vulgar poses. The ones that showed everything about me. He recorded me sucking his penis and while he was penetrating me wildly in various positions. At the end, with my moans fading out, the old man proposed we go out to the street. - 'Don't take off your costume', he asked. And so, with the disguise of a Japanese schoolgirl and my fluids dripping between my legs, we went out to enjoy Halloween. Walking among the crowd in costume, with the old man by my side, was a surreal experience. The children's laughter, the extravagant costumes, the loud music, everything enveloped me in a whirlwind of colors and emotions. I felt a little discomfort at first, a strange sensation seeing the curious glances of people. My skirt so short, the white shirt that showed my navel, the white stockings and blue tie made me feel vulnerable, exposed. My mind and body, accustomed to the sobriety of my daily life, struggled to accept the situation. - 'Don't worry, no one will recognize you', he whispered in my ear while caressing my buttocks, his warm breath making my skin tingle. But his words failed to dispel my unease. The gazes of others, some amused, others lascivious, made me feel like an object, a toy in the hands of the crowd. My heart was pounding, my hands were sweating. 'What's happening?', I asked myself. 'I can't believe I'm doing this', I thought, 'it wasn't enough to be unfaithful... Now I'm betraying my principles and faith'. But the old man's voice, his warm gaze, made me forget my doubts. I clung to the old man's hand, seeking his support, his protection. His presence gave me a little security, but it wasn't enough to dispel the feeling of unease that invaded me. But slowly, the music caught on, the lights hypnotized me, and the joy of the people enveloped me. It was like I was in a movie, living an adventure I never would have imagined. The Halloween, a date that had always been foreign to my life, had become a magical memory, a moment of shared complicity and passion with the old man. After we returned to the hotel, I dressed up again in my outdated clothes and went home with my husband.
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