The Gargoyle

You stare at the gargoyle. It looks like a lithe naked man, minus the most fun bit. Still, it has taut shoulders, a sculpted buttocks, and an upturned face that-- while ghoulish-- warrants further inspection.

You turn to peak through the purple and green streamers behind you. No one seems to be close. The few shoppers are minding their business and the two clerks are nowhere in sight.

You turn back to the gargoyle and a approach it. You get within almost inches of it, lowering your face to it and suddenly...

HISSSSSS

A long jet of fog spews forcefully from its mouth. You gasp and take a step back, hands going to your chest. You allow yourself a breathy giggle before coming up to the gargoyle again. It's eyes turn red and another stream of fog gushes forth.

You're impressed by how strong the jet of smoke is. It feels more like a jacuzzi jet than just simple fog. You're reminded of how you like to use the spa jets in your parents' pool to..."amuse" yourself when you house sit for them. Are these as powerful?

'No,' you think to yourself. 'They couldn't be that good... could they? '

You press your hand close to the gargoyle's and feel the thick tendrils of fog coursing past your fingers.

"Well... it can't hurt to test it out..." you say to yourself.

You move close to the gargoyle, noticing how it is perfectly poised at your pussy. You don't have long to ponder at this coincidence before a thick glut of fog shoots out.

Your mouth opens as you stifle a gasp. The stream is aimed perfectly at your clit. Even through your leggings you feel the cool pressure sending electric sensations through your body.

You look over your shoulder and see no one around. Or at least as best as you can tell.

You smile as you step forward. Your mound is millimeters away from the gargoyle's mouth and the steam pours forth again. Once more the cool pressure forces against your nub. Being closer the feel of the fog is stronger. You shiver at its touch, your whole body feeling flush.

You move to press yourself directly against the gargoyle's face and the fog releases again. This time, being as close as you can get, the stream doesn't stop. Maybe you tripped some kind glitch in its sensor but you don't care. You can feel a constant stream of soft, but forceful tickling pressure on your clit.

You bite your lip and try to moan quietly as the attention to your clit begins to make you twitch. Every few seconds a spark of pleasure fires from your loins and travels in a jolt down your legs. The warmth from your center is spreading gradually but rapidly across your body. Your breath gets heavier, louder as your panties become unmistakably moist. The continuous tickle of the fog is making it hard to not to press yourself fully against the face of your gargoyle friend. Even harder not to rip your leggings off and feel the uninhibited touch of your Halloween sex toy.

But can you do it? Can you go all the way? The space is obscured, but you're not totally hidden. Anyone passing by could see and hear you. And despite loving the heavy caress of the fog, you are quickly getting off track. Weren't you here to buy a costume anyway?