I met her at a Halloween party. Well, it’s apt, isn’t it? It was a huge public event, and I barely knew anyone. Everybody else seemed to have a date and was having fun. Naturally, I was being a wallflower. As I sat there being antisocial, nursing my beer, a peculiar figure approached me.
She was tall and athletic with a voluptuous build. She wore a very tight black dress that tightly hugged her gorgeous body. Her tight miniskirt led into long, beautiful legs in thigh-high stockings and high heels. Very ample cleavage was showing from her low-cut dress. And to top it all off was… a pumpkin? Before me stood an insanely sexy lady… wearing a goofy Jack O’ Lantern over her head. I was a little stunned.

“Um… I do know you?” I asked quizzically. She didn’t say a word, but crossed her arms and shook her head in apparent disgust. She then grabbed me by the hand and pulled me to the dance floor. “B-but, I’m not much of a dancer, I’ll embarrass myself…” I protested, but those words fell upon deaf ears. I began to dance with her, and while I was pretty awkward and bashful at first, I gradually got my confidence up and began to enjoy myself. She got closer and closer and her dancing became more sexual in nature. She began to grind up against me and I got a huge raging boner.

As she got very close, I managed to get a good look inside the pumpkin through the carved eye and mouth holes. Instead of a face, it looked like there was… nothing in there aside from a tiny, lit candle. The pumpkin seemed almost totally hollow. “I gotta say, that costume of yours is pretty impressive.” I remarked. “It almost looks like it’s empty! How do you do that? Mirrors, right?” She didn’t say a word, and just put her finger on my lips. In fact… she hadn’t said a word all night. Odd.

Eventually, we took a break and sat down on a couch. She snuggled up close next to me. She still hadn’t said anything and was drawing attention. Nobody knew who she was. Maybe she just randomly showed up at the party, but if so, she was certainly keeping quiet. She rubbed her hand up my thigh and brushed my crotch. She then bent over me and made a beckoning gesture with her finger. Yet again she grabbed me by the arm and before I knew it, we were going upstairs into a bedroom.
Here I am at a party, about to have sex with a total stranger whose name I don’t know, and whose face I have never seen. And I hadn’t even had much to drink. A part of me found the mystery and total anonymity of my newfound dance partner very alluring. That, and she was unbelievably hot. Way hotter than anyone I thought I’d have a chance with. Her perfect 10 body almost made it so I didn’t care what her face looked like.

She locked the door and began walking over to the bed in a very sultry manner. The pumpkin-headed mystery lady sat on the bed and crossed her long, beautiful legs as if to show them off. Hard to miss them. She then kicked off her heels and slowly pulled down her dress, revealing big natural titties. She rubbed her hands down her midriff and pulled it down further until all she was wearing was a pair of panties and the pumpkin. She crawled on top of me, pressed her soft breasts into my face and unzipped my pants and pulled them off. I hugged her and passionately kissed her boobs and stomach. She pulled her panties off. Yeah, we were going to do this. I reached into my wallet and slipped on a condom. Then we fucked for what seemed to be an eternity, or rather, what I wish was an eternity.

After it was all said and done, I laid in bed, thinking about what we did. Fucking strangers is one thing, but not even knowing her name or even what her face looks like? That was a first. I turned to her and asked “so, what IS under the pumpkin? Will you show me now?”

My mysterious lover seemed to hesitate, then she slowly pulled the pumpkin off and placed it on the night stand next to the bed. I almost leapt out of the bed in shock at what I saw was under there – absolutely nothing. The smoking hot woman I just made love to was completely headless. Well, that explained why she never said anything or took the pumpkin off before. I felt the top of her neck just to be sure – it was smooth and covered with skin, as if she never had a head to begin with. I took a deep breath, then kissed her there gently.
“I’m feeling a second wind coming on. You up for another round?” The headless hottie before me seemed to get excited. “I take it that’s a yes.”