My Neighbor’s Twelve-Foot-Tall Decorative Halloween Skeleton Gets Me Off Also She Is A Lesbian

Megan loves working from home, enjoying a life of peace and quiet while she gazes out across her neighborhood and fills in spreadsheets. Unfortunately, things abruptly change when she finds herself face to face with a neighbor’s twelve-foot-tall decorative Halloween yard skeleton, whose grinning skull gazes directly through Megan’s window.

Megan eventually heads across the street to complain, unaware that this simple action will trigger a journey of erotic, seasonal awakening. Soon enough, Megan is wrapped up in a hardcore encounter with her neighbor’s giant sapphic skeleton, one that will change her life forever.

This erotic tale is 4,000 words of sizzling human on sentient decoration action and lesbian Halloween skeleton love.

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MY NEIGHBOR’S TWELVE-FOOT-TALL DECORATIVE HALLOWEEN SKELETON GETS ME OFF ALSO SHE IS A LESBIAN

By Chuck Tingle

Typically, working from home is a luxury. After years in the office, hunched over ergonomically torturous keyboards in stiff desk chairs, I’ve been granted the ability to participate in my job while enjoying the peace and quiet of my own cozy abode.

         When all of this work-from-home stuff began, the corporate fear was that employees would inevitably begin slacking off more and more, that all of our efforts would slip away and we’d enter a state of bare minimum effort. I suppose this might be the case with some folks, but it certainly isn’t for yours truly.

         Now that I’m no longer staring at a cubicle wall from morning ‘til night, I’ve found myself working at twice the speed—refreshed, focused, honed in. Who would’ve thought placing humans in a pleasant atmosphere would yield better results?

         I finish breakfast, then get up from the table and stroll over to the kitchen sink where I wash my plate and slip it into the dishwasher. Just a few minutes before I’m due to clock in, and I take a moment to appreciate them with a deep breath and a nod of gratitude. The morning light is streaming through my windows, casting this room in a beautiful golden glow.

         Eventually, the time for action arrives. I slap my hand onto the counter next to me and then continue onward, making my way down the hallway and pushing open the door of my home office. At one point this was the guestroom, but it has since been converted into a place where I can kick back and sort through various spreadsheets and quarterly earnings reports.

         A desk has been placed next to the window, and it’s here that I routinely sit, looking out at the suburban neighborhood. I flop into my chair and turn on my computer, then lean back and gaze out at the scene to-

         A huge, looming figure appears before me, abruptly filling my field of vision and causing a startled yelp to escape my throat. My brain is a blast of static and confusion as I struggle to understand what I’m looking at, and when I realize that I’m face to face with a giant skull it feels impossible to process. My body is already hurling back, trying to get away as my feet kick up and the chair tips below me. I’m falling now, and seconds later I hit the ground with a mighty thump as the air bursts from my lungs.

         “What the fuck!” I cry out, scrambling to my feet and then backing away from the window.

         I fully expect to glance up again and find that there is no skeleton, that this whole thing has been a figment of my imagination, but I quickly discover that my wish has no bearing in reality. The skull is still there, grinning at me through the window with its toothy smile and vacant black eyes.

         However, now that I have a moment to actually observe this unexpected visitor, I begin to understand it. The sheer size of this skeleton has created an optical illusion, making it appear much closer to the window than it actually is. In fact, it has been positioned all the way across the street, standing upright in my neighbor’s front yard. It’s at least twelve feet tall.

         I can see now that a host of other strange and creepy items have been placed around this boney humanoid, a sight that immediately triggers a very important piece of information within the depths of my subconscious mind: Halloween is coming.

         The massive skeleton is not a skeleton at all, not in any biological sense. It’s a decoration.

         I can’t help the chuckle that bubbles out of my throat. I shake my head, now appreciating the humor in my exaggerated reaction to something so ridiculous. As my heart slows once more, I return my office chair to its upright position and have a seat.

         Time to work.

         I dive in on this morning’s task, opening up the spreadsheet and getting to work. I’m here to make sure everything is lined up with our own internal software, double checking the data to avoid any unexpected problems that might arise.

         It’s usually quite easy in the technical sense, but today I’m having problems. Today, I can’t help the way my gaze keeps drifting up over the top of my computer screen, making its way over to the skeletal figure whose empty eyes remain transfixed upon me.

         “Do you mind?” I ask aloud, joking around but suddenly finding that my words have a bite to them. I’m much more annoyed by this intrusion than my conscious brain is willing to let on.

         I try focusing again, diving deep into the various pixelated cells that line my desktop. I strive to narrow this concentration, to see nothing more than the screen before me, but my best efforts are simply not enough.

         Finally, I stand up and march over to the window, reaching out to drop the blinds and then stopping myself. Using the blinds would certainly eliminate the gaze of this massive boney invader, but it would also transform my room into exactly the type of office-like prison I’ve been so thankful to avoid. I already know that my work would suffer, and somehow the thought of spending a day in yet another closed, dark space is even worse than a day under the gaze of a large undead creature.

         I let out a long sigh, realizing what I need to do and not at all looking forward to it.

         I leave the office and pull on my shoes, then head outside. The cool fall air feels pleasant against my skin, a reminder that I probably should’ve seen all these new decorations coming.

         I cross the street, feet kicking through piles of orange and yellow leaves, then make my way past the towering skeleton as I ascend my neighbor’s winding front walkway. When I make it to the door I give three confident knocks, then step back and wait as someone shuffles within.

         My neighbor opens the door, a smile erupting across his face as he sees me. “Hi Megan! How’s it going?” he asks.

         “Hey Nate,” I reply warmly, dreading what comes next. “Really good, really good.”

         “You working today?” he asks.

         I nod. “Yep. Up in my office. That’s actually why I came over here.”

         My neighbor furrows his brow, clearly confused. “Yeah? What’s up?”

         I take a moment to find the exact words, still not entirely sure to ease into this conversation. “So… I love your Halloween decorations,” I start. “Really cool.”

         “Oh, thank you,” he replies, nodding along. “We just put ‘em up.”

         I sit with this a moment. “Yeah. Well… that skeleton of yours is… kinda awkwardly placed.”

         “What do you mean?”

         “It’s staring right into my window,” I finally reveal. “It’s really distracting.”

         My neighbor’s expression falters as he realizes what I’m actually asking. “You want the skeleton to move?” he clarifies. “You came to me, instead of just asking her?”

         “Oh!” I blurt, blindsided by the way this conversation has shifted. “I didn’t know I could talk to the skeleton directly. I also didn’t know it was a her.”

         Nate’s face is stern and disappointed. “I’ll talk to her about it,” he says, then without another word he closes the door in my face.

         I stand here for a moment, not entirely sure if I’ve made the right decision but recognizing that I can’t take anything back now. What’s done is done, and I suppose that’s kind of a relief. My neighbor thinks I’m an asshole, but at least the skeleton while be out of my sightline.

         I turn around and stroll back down the walk, awkwardly glancing up at the plastic bones as I make my way past. The skeleton doesn’t acknowledge me.

         It’s not long before I’m back up in my home office, sitting before my computer and gazing out at the neighborhood. Somehow, during the time it took for me to reenter my house and get things situated, the skeleton has already been moved. Instead of staring directly into my windows, the massive plastic decoration is standing in the side yard, facing the other direction.

         I breathe a sigh of relief and dive back into my work. Columns are shifting and data is swirling, the spreadsheets rapidly changing form as I work my way through them from beginning to end. For the first twenty minutes or so I’m completely locked in, but gradually a nagging part of my mind begins to grow in volume.

         I find my attention pulled elsewhere, my eyes yearning to glance up over the screen yet again, despite the fact that this skull is no longer positioned directly in front of me.

         I muster up all of the will power I can manage to fight this desire, to train my attention to the task at hand, but despite my best efforts the pull of curiosity gets the best of me. My gaze slowly drifts up to the edge of the screen, then slides over as it returns to the distant skeleton. There’s something incredibly sad about this new position, a loneliness in the skeleton’s body language that cuts much deeper than expected.

         My eyes return to the screen, but moments later they are drifting back up, distraction still overwhelming me despite the pains I’ve already taken. The aggression of a massive skull gazing into your window might have transformed into a sense of deep sadness, but ultimately the result is exactly the same.

         I shake my head and mutter to myself, utterly ashamed. “What the hell did I do?”

         Do I really want to be the kind of neighbor who gets upset about Halloween decorations?

         Realizing that I’m not getting my work done either way, I decide to set things right. I’m heading over there and telling my neighbor he can position his skeleton however he wants.

         Back down the front walk I go, strolling confidently across the street. As I made my way up to the front door, however, something feels off. I know that I’m making the right choice here, but the way I’m going about it seems oddly disingenuous.

         I step up to the front door and knock. Again, there’s a moment of shuffling before my neighbor finally opens up to greet me, although this time his expression is much less excited.

         “What is it now?” Nate asks.

         “I’m so sorry,” I blurt. “The skeleton thing was annoying and it kinda got to me, so when I came over here and told you to move it I wasn’t thinking straight. I just… I got frustrated. This is your yard, not mine, and you can put your giant twelve-foot-tall skeleton wherever you want.”

         “So you want me to… put the skeleton back?” he clarifies. “After all that?”

         I nod. “I’m so sorry.”

         Nate breathes deep, working through something. His expression softens a bit. “Alright fine, but I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.”

         “You’re… not?”

         Nate lets out a disappointed sigh and closes the door. I stand for a moment, struggling to understand what he meant by that and coming up blank. I’m still confused as I head back down the walk, but when I pass the spot where a massive skeleton once stood, it finally hits me.

         I immediately change course. Instead of returning home, I stroll over to Nate’s side yard where the giant skeleton now stands. This whole thing seems a little ridiculous, but maybe if I take a moment to speak directly to this decoration I can eliminate some of the guilt that still bubbles and churns within me. It’s silly, but it’s worth a try.

         I stand before the towering bones and clear my throat. “I just wanted to-” I start, but before I can finish, the skeleton opens its mouth to speak.

         “To come over into someone else’s yard and force me to move again?” the decoration snaps.

         I’m so startled by this that I stumble back, nearly falling over but somehow staying upright. “Oh my fucking God,” I blurt. “You’re alive!”

         “No shit,” the skeleton retorts.

         “Nate didn’t tell me there was an actual guy in there,” I fumble.

         The skeleton scoffs. “Oh, okay, so just because I’m a skeleton I’m a guy? Really nice.”

         “Oh wait, he said you were… I shouldn’t have assumed,” I admit. “I just—I just.”

         The skeleton’s face is stern as she glares down at me, waiting for my next bumbling response.

         “I wanted to apologize,” I finally tell him. “I really am sorry. I should’ve been minding my own business, but instead I came out here to make a big deal about something that wasn’t my problem.”

         The skeleton says nothing.

         I hesitate a beat, then turn to leave, but I only get a few steps before the massive Halloween decoration calls out to stop me. “Hey, wait,” she says.

         When I turn back around the skeleton’s expression is much less angry, and her voice has lost its edge. “I’m Laura. What’s your name?”

         “Megan,” I reply. “Listen… I really didn’t mean to be so awful. I shouldn’t have even come over here in the first place, and when I did, I should’ve talked to you directly.  I didn’t know you were alive. Nate mentioned something, but I was so caught up in my own shit that it didn’t really register.”

         Laura chuckles. “Well, I appreciate it.”

         “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” I ask.

         The skeleton smirks, then shakes his head. “It’s fine, it’s fine.”

         “What is it?” I press, genuinely curious and recognizing that there’s something she won’t say.

         “Nothing,” Laura insists, then hesitates. She recenters herself. “You ever think that maybe the reason I was gazing at you wasn’t just about how I was positioned in the yard?” she asks.

         It takes a moment for me to realize what she’s saying. “Wait, what? You wanted to look into my office.”

         “I mean… not to be a creep or anything, but you’re really cute.”

         My heart skips a beat as Laura says this. Now that our interactions are no longer hostile, my perception of her has entirely shifted. Skulls are traditionally a symbol of death, striking fear into anyone who might gaze upon then, but right now fear is the last thing on my mind—quite the opposite, in fact.

         There’s something incredibly attractive about this fifteen-foot-tall decorative skeleton, the endless empty space of her eyes now feeling more mysterious than frightening.

         “You’re pretty cute yourself,” I reply.

         I’m suddenly keenly aware of just how secluded this side yard is. The two of us are all alone back here, hidden away from any prying eyes.

         “You know… maybe I can think of one way you could make it up to me,” the massive skeleton says.

         The tension between us is overwhelming now, threatening to break at any moment. Laura saunters towards me and then climbs down into the grass, sitting so that our disproportionate heights can even out. We’re face to face now, our lips drawing closer and closer.

         “I can think of something, too,” I reply.

         We hesitate just a moment longer, then suddenly erupt in a fit of passion. The next thing I know me and Laura are kissing deeply, completely losing ourselves in this carnal moment of human on Halloween decoration attraction.

         Our hands begin to explore one another’s bodies, working their way across this uncharted topography. I start at her large shoulder blades as she leans in and works me in turn, carefully moving her boney fingers across my skin and peeling away the fabric. With each piece of clothing that’s tossed to the side my anticipation grows, a sharp chill running the length of my spine despite the warmth of this afternoon.

         It’s not long before I find myself standing completely naked before my boney lover, fully exposed and savoring every minute of it. My attention continues across her skeletal form, drifting lower and lower as I kiss my way along her shoulders and then down onto her enormous ribs. Laura leans back in the grass, allowing me better access to every one of her hidden spaces as I continue my way down.

         It’s only when I reach the massive skeleton’s pelvic bone that I notice something unexpected. Despite her distinctly calcified form, Laura’s pussy is exactly where it should be.

         I suppose I shouldn’t be so amazed. She’s not actually made of bones, after all, just an enlarged, plastic facsimile—and a breathtaking one, at that.

         I take my time, running my hand back and forth across her waistline and watching the way the her body reacts to my touch. She’s aching for more, soft whimpers escaping from her throat and her hips pushing back against me.

         “Please,” she finally murmurs, transforming her desire into an audible command.

         I wait just a moment longer, allowing the tension to build just a little bit more and then finally giving in. I drop my attention slightly, rubbing a finger across her clit and watching as her back arches slightly. The skeleton’s breath catches, which surprises me a bit due to the fact that she has no lungs, but I press onward regardless.

         My hand starts slowly at first, then gradually gains speed as the two of us fall into a rhythm together. She grinds against me softly, but with every successive movement her confidence grows. It’s not long before we’ve fallen into a steady pulse.

         “That feels so fucking good,” the twelve-foot-tall skeleton groans. “Rub me just like that.”

         She’s loving this, but I know I can give her so much more. After the stunt I just pulled, I’m not interested in going halfway with our lovemaking.

         In a moment of carnal inspiration, I pull back my hand and climb up onto the skeleton. She opens her legs slightly as I dive in, immediately getting to work as I lap away at her waiting pussy. I start with two long, slow drags of my tongue, then immediately fall back into the same pace as the fingers that came before.

         My skeleton lover reaches down with her massive hand and places it against the back of my head, guiding me along as I work her. I can already feel her body reacting to this oral stimulation, the sensation building up within. I begin to focus all of my attention directly on her clit, then reach up and slip two fingers deep inside of her to reach the next level of pleasure.

         “Oh fuck!” Laura blurts, clearly enjoying herself.

         She’s bucking hard against me now, her stomach muscles clenching tight in an undeniable expression of pleasure. I can tell that she’s just moments away from a powerful orgasm, so I don’t let up for a second.

         It’s not long before Laura is throwing back her head and letting out a mighty howl, completely losing herself in the moment. Her body trashes and heaves against the grass while I carry her onward, refusing to pull away until she has finally settled and every bit of the climax has faded.

         “Fuck, that was amazing,” Laura finally sighs as I sit up.

         “You deserve it,” I coo.

         The skeleton laughs.

         “Are we even now?” I ask.

         Laura shakes her head. “Absolutely not.”

         Her answer gives me pause, not at all what I was expecting. I had hoped to apologize in the form of an incredible orgasm, but it appears my sexual efforts we’re not quite enough to warrant that kind of response.

         That’s just something I’ll have to live with.

         Laura notices my expression shift and immediately reaches out to touch my arm. She shakes her head. “No, I mean we’re not even, because I haven’t gotten a chance to eat that pussy yet.”

         “Oh!” I erupt in surprise. “You really don’t have to do that.”

         “Do you want me to?” she asks.

         I nod.

         Laura climbs to her feet, then reaches down to pick me up with her enormous arms. She hoists me into the air and then settles me onto her shoulders, my legs wrapped around her face as I sit high above the neighborhood. I’m no longer hidden away, but I don’t care. There’s more important things on my mind.

         Laura immediately gets to work. She dives in, moving her tongue rapidly across my clit in a precise back and forth motion as I press myself against her.

         “Fuck yeah, that’s it,” I murmur, repeating the phrase over and over again at an escalating volume. Eventually, I’m crying out at the top of my lungs, my voice carrying across the neighborhood. “Fuck yeah, that’s it! Eat that fucking pussy!”
         My body has taken on a life of its own, grinding hard against Laura as the feelings within me build and build. At first, these sensations coalesce as a sort of warmth at the pit of my stomach, but gradually they begin to spill out down my arms and legs, filling me up and threatening to push their way out of my physical frame.

         The pressure builds and builds, and suddenly the words that are spilling out of my mouth are no longer words at all, mutating into a blissful shriek. I throw my head back as sensation completely overwhelms me, my climax erupting with blinding radiance. For a moment it feels as though I’ve left my body, lifted into the astral plane by all of this pleasure.

         Laura doesn’t let up, her tongue carrying me through the entirety of my powerful orgasm.

         At long last, I slam back into myself, the wave of pleasure drifting off as I collapse against Laura’s giant skull. She reaches up and carefully guides me down, settling me in the grass next to her. It’s here that I let out a long sigh and fall back, gazing up at the brilliant blue sky.

         “That was incredible,” I groan. “I’ve never been fucked like that.”

         “Now we’re even,” the twelve-foot-tall lesbian skeleton Halloween decoration jokes, settling into the grass next to me.

         We sit in silence for a while, just enjoying each other’s company in the afterglow of our raucous encounter.

         “You probably have to get back to work now, huh?” Laura asks. “I bet they’re wondering where the hell you are.”

         “Probably,” I admit, then shrug. “Whatever. Looks like you ended up distracting me after all.”

         “Yeah, but you liked my distraction,” she purrs.

         “I did,” I admit. “Honestly, I think I’m just gonna take the rest of the day off.”

         As my mind jumps ahead to whatever I’m going to fill my time with, a thought suddenly occurs.

         “Actually… would you want to hang out?” I ask. “It must get pretty boring just standing around in the yard all day.”

         “Just because you get a day off, that doesn’t mean I do to,” she laughs. “This is my job!”

         “It is?” I blurt. “I hadn’t even thought about that.”

         “Well, it’s not my only job,” Laura reveals. “I’m also in the WNBA.”
         My eyes widen. “What? No shit?”

         “No shit,” the Halloween decoration confirms, shaking her head. “Go Sparks. I’ve got a game tonight, actually. You want to come?”

         “I would love that,” I confirm.

         “I’ll see you tonight then,” she chirps, standing up and returning to her position in the yard.

         With that, I pull on my clothing and make my way back towards the front yard. As I stroll away, I catch sight of my neighbor Nate. He’s glancing out of his window, and when our eyes meet he offers me a kind wave, then a thumbs up.

         Back in my house, I return to my office just long enough to send out an email and let everyone known I’ll be taking the rest of the day off. I can see now that Laura has returned to her position out front, gazing down at me with her massive, skeletal grin.

         Her expression doesn’t seem so imposing anymore. In fact, I kinda like it.