Relatives from Out of Town - A Hall

I nodded my agreement and headed for the steep stairway. I went down and then turned around. She was at the top of the ladder. I had to step up one step to be able to grab the hem of her dress and the many layers of petticoats beneath it.

I pulled slightly back on the hems and she started down the ladder. As she did, I stepped down until I was on the deck. At that point her dress was starting to be pulled farther and farther out from her body revealing everything that was underneath. Her legs were as beautiful as her face and they went all the way up to a tiny pair of white panties which covered none of her ass and barely covered the area between her legs.

"I think you can let go now," she said sweetly, but a little louder than before.

I suddenly realized that she was standing on the deck in front of me and I was holding the back of her dress about half-way up to her waist.

"Sorry," I stuttered out. "I... I... I..."

"You looked up my dress, saw my ass, and froze," she said, smiling at me. Then she said, "You are such a sweet boy. Come have a drink with me."

There were tables set up on the lower foredeck and one was empty right over the bow. I offered to get the drinks and she told me what she wanted. She was seated at the table by the time I got back from the bar.

As I sat down, I looked into those huge, blue eyes and said, "You're not Irish, are you?"

I immediately wanted to kick myself but she just gave one of her silvery laughs and said, "No, I'm from Sweden. My name is Merga. I'm visiting some friends for the holidays."

Then she looked at me and said, "You're Irish, though, aren't you?"

"Full blood," I answered. "Well, as full blood as anyone can be."

"Any witches in your family?" she asked.

"No," I answered warily, "but I've got a cousin whose been kissed by the Fey. Why do you ask?"

"Irish and their Halloween witches get on my nerves," she said almost angrily. "They think they invented witchcraft and everything has to be exactly as it was when Merlin walked the earth or when the Celtic Queens called forth their armies to battle the Romans. It's as if Walpurgis doesn't even exist."

I chuckled. "I've got a couple relatives who are like that," I said. "But I'm a little more open minded."

"Enough about witches and goblins," she said firmly, taking a sip of her drink. "Sit next to me and watch the waves."

I scooted my chair over next to hers. I had to shift the table slightly so we were alongside each other facing over the bow. After a few minutes, it was as if we were alone together, skimming over the waves. I felt her hand on my leg, softly stroking me through the thin fabric of my costume. I found myself stroking the front of her breasts above her heavy dress. Then we were no longer watching the waves, but were locked in a long, long, kiss.

When we finally came up for air, she said softly, "I think things would be a little more private in one of the cabins."

"They're probably all in use," I answered glumly.

She held up a key and said, "Not all of them."

I followed her through the hatch behind the ladder and down the narrow hallway to the stern. She put her key in the last door on the port side and opened it. Then she gave me a smile and one of her silvery laughs and stepped inside.

The room was small, but well-furnished. The bed appeared to be almost queen-sized, but seemed shorter than normal. I pulled down the covers while she stood in the narrow space alongside the bed.

As I lifted the magician's robe over my head, I said, "My costume is a little easier to get out of than yours."

She just laughed again and said, "Men" with a slight huff. She then slipped the sleeves over her arms and pushed down on the large hips of the costume. The whole thing slid off her and she stepped out of it. She was now standing there in just her tiny pair of white panties.

"Why don't you take off your swimsuit?" she asked. "And then you can slide my panties down my legs." After a pause and another smile, she added, "I think we will both like that."

I hurried to do what she asked. My swimsuit was on the floor in an instant and then I knelt in front of her and began to slowly slide that small triangle of white down her legs. Kneeling where I was put my eyes even with her sex which was covered with a very fine down of very wavy blond hair. In fact, the hair was so fine that her labia and clit were as visible as if she was totally shaved.

My nose was also even with her sex. I could smell her, but she didn't smell like any other woman I had ever been with. Maybe she used a special perfume down there. Or maybe Swedish women smell different than Irish women.

She reached down and lifted up on my hands so that I would rise from my knees. As we stood up, she pulled us both over onto the bed. We kissed fervently. I suckled at her pert, pink breasts while she moaned in joy. Somehow, even her moans were light and silvery.

She didn't object when I trailed kisses down her stomach and began to lap at her labia. Her moans became even more high-pitched and silvery as I slid my tongue between her nether lips and nibbled lightly at her clit.

When she started to buck in passion, however, she pulled me upward and said, almost hoarsely, "Enter me."

I lined myself up on her more than ready pussy and pushed myself in. Soon she was matching, and more than matching, my thrusts as we took each other higher and higher and higher. I thrust one last time into her and shuddered as I erupted. She clutched me tight and gave a very loud, very deep, groan. Then we both lay still.

I must have fallen asleep on her breasts-- or passed out-- because the next thing I knew it was morning. I lifted my head slowly and said, "Sorry about that. That's never happened before."

Then I realized that I was lying on the lower foredeck near the bow. Kevin was standing over me. I pushed myself up so I was sitting on the deck.

"Are you OK?" he asked. "I checked the security videos and saw that you came down here with Little Bo Peep."

"Glenda, the Good Witch of the North," I answered in a slurred voice.

"Well, whoever she was," he said firmly, "she evidently spiked your drink. You sat with her at the bow for a while and then put your head on the table. She got up and rubbed your head for a few minutes and then you both disappeared."

"Where'd she go?" I asked. My head was clearing rapidly but I was starting to get a really bad feeling deep down.

"Like I said," Kevin answered with a shrug, "you disappeared. You both faded out of the picture. One minute you were here and the next you were gone. When it got light, the guards found you lying here on the deck and we checked the tapes."

He shook my shoulder as if trying to wake me up and asked, "Did she say who she was?"

I shook my head trying to clear the cobwebs. "I think she said her name was Merga," I said slowly. "She said she was from Sweden."

I shook my head again and muttered, "She seemed pissed that the Irish don't care about wall plugs or something like that."

Kevin's head of security, still wearing the witch's costume suddenly grabbed me by the shoulders and turned my entire body around so that I was facing her. "Did she say Walpurgis?" she almost yelled at me. "Think!" she said loudly. "Was it Walpurgis? This is important!"

"Yeah, yeah," I said, trying to stand on my feet, but dropping instead into a chair, "it was Walpurgis. And she said her name was Merga."

The witchy security head turned to Kevin and said, "Merga Bien... at least she wasn't after you this time."

"She's a witch isn't she?" I said, trying not to cry. "At least she isn't ugly. Maybe next Halloween won't be so bad after all."

Kevin stooped down so he was face to face with me. His whole body was tight like he didn't want to say something. Finally he let out a deep breath and said, "I don't think you have to worry about next Halloween. But I would be worried about next April thirtieth. That's Walpurgis night. It's sort of like a Swedish Halloween. They say that on that dark night, the witches dance on the mountains. Some even call it The Night of Darkness on the Mountains."

I was now fully awake and standing straight up. That's what Bridget had said, The Night of Darkness on the Mountains. "What if she isn't really beautiful?" I screamed out. "What if I end up having to make love to an old hag every year for all eternity?"

For just a moment, something like a large soap bubble appeared behind Kevin's shoulder. "I really am beautiful," a silvery voice said loudly. No one else moved, so possibly I was the only one who could hear it. "And after last night, I think I may have changed my opinion of Halloween. Maybe I will come to your party... or whatever... next year, too."

I dropped back into my chair. The soap bubble drifted over in front of the table, "And I've been told that the Winter and Summer Solstices are rather enjoyable, too." The bubble then popped and disappeared.

"She will tire of you eventually," Kevin said quietly.

I looked at him in shock as he continued, "But she holds no grudges when you leave. She even lets you keep the perks of the arrangement."

"Perks?" I asked, trying to keep my voice sounding at least somewhat natural.

"Wealth... immortality... eternal youth... the sorts of things you need to keep her happy for a long while." he answered with a smile.

"How long?" I asked.

"Well, let's put it this way," he said with a chuckle. "There have probably been one or two since me, but before I met Merga, I was pulling an oar with about forty other Norsemen as we sailed south to go Viking along the English coast.

"Oh," I replied. Then in a much more positive tone of voice I asked, "Can Merga and I come to your party next Halloween?"

"I couldn't stop her if I wanted to," he replied, again laughing softly.

"Will you keep our cabin open for us?"

"Which one?"

"Last one on the port side," I answered and he began laughing very loudly as did his head of security.

"What's so funny?" I asked angrily.

"That's the engine room," he said, still laughing. "But I'm sure it will be available for you and your little Swedish witch if she wants it."

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