Caught

The gargoyle's jet stream of fog feels too good to be ignored.

"Fuck it, I've needed this since I woke up," you say to yourself and quickly yank down your black leggings, followed swiftly by your g-string.

While you disrobed, the fog stopped. But as you place your wet pussy almost directly against the jet in the gargoyles wide, gaping maw, the stream of cool air with thick fog returns with a vengance.

HISSSSSS

The jet gently pummels your clit as the tendrils of fog pass swiftly past your lips and opening, stroking and teasing you. Without the barrier of your leggings and panties, the **** of the fog is even more intense. The shiver in your legs becomes an involuntary quaking. The relentless steam makes your knees weak and causes your breath to escape in short, clipped gasps. You grip the head of your gargoyle, wishing you could pull it closer and bury its face into your leaking pussy. Your body shakes with tiny seizures as you feel your orgasm building.

'Fuck... I'm getting close... and anyone could see...' you think, impressed by your own naughtiness.

No sooner does the thought cross your mind when you hear a dusky but very feminine voice behind you.

"WOW, never thought to try that before," it says.

You let out a startled squeal-- partially from surprise and partially from the pleasure you've been receiving from the Halloween decoration turned sex toy. You spin around to see the short, thick-from-the-waist-down goth, Erin.

"Y'know, we let customers try these out in store, but damn. You must be the house everyone in the neighborhood hits," Erin says.

You're flustered and trying to get a grip on the situation. Erin stands with her orange fishnet covered arms crossed. She looks stoic, almost annoyed, save for one corner of her mouth upturned in a little smirk. You don't know if she's pissed off, amused, or if her expression is just another part of her goth affectation. You struggle to think of how you can talk your way out of the situation, but realize that any excuse would be an obvious lie. So you square up your shoulders, take a breath and simply say:

"Look, I REALLY need this and... yeah, it's weird, but it couldn't wait."

Erin's smirk becomes a toothy grin. "Yeah, I can see that."

"I'll uh... I'll just get out of here..." you say and start to pull your bottoms back on.

"Whoa, what are you doing?" Erin stops you with her words. Still grinning she says, "You said it couldn't wait... so don't."

"Seriously?" you ask warily.

"Listen," Erin says. She looks over her shoulder and then back at you. "I'm on my break, Marco is manning the registers and no one shops for this shit the day of, so we've got a little time. Enough for you to finish."

Your mind is reeling from coming close to climaxing, thinking you were in deep shit, and now finding out that you might have an audience. But you still are a little suspicious.

"If you're on your break, why did you come back here?"

Erin gives a dry chuckle and points to the wall of steamers behind the gargoyle. "Breakroom."

You look back and notice a hallway on the other side of the streamers that surely leads to the aforementioned breakroom.

Erin continues, "I understand if I threw you off your game. But hear me out. We have to pack all this shit up tomorrow. And you seem to know what you're doing, so I'd love to take notes and try that monster out for myself before he goes back in a box. I can even help you if you want. But if you're going to ride gar-gee's face, I want to watch. My only condition."

Erin closes the little distance between you and drapes her arms over your shoulders, locking them loosely behind you. She does this so casually, like she owns this situation. She leans in and whispers, "So what's it going to be?"

You know that there's still a million ways this could backfire, but you feel your pussy tingling and notice your breathing becoming heavy again. Can you possibly pass up such an offer?