"Trick or Treat!!"
Dozens of times I've answered that call of the doorbell, to be met a vast array of little monsters, ballerinas, and soldiers. I really get a kick out of Halloween, all the excited little faces, and the chance to be a kid again, dressing up to fit the occasion.
I have a hidden motive , though, I have to admit. I like dressing in a costume just provocative enough to provoke some heated looks from all the daddies escorting their little darlings on the quest for free candy. It's a wicked little turn on, knowing that I am inspiring some very heated fantasies. I should feel guilty, I know, but I figure that I just might be helping some of the mommies out. I am sure some daddies return home later, and inspired by those wicked thoughts, provide a very heated and passionate bed time treat for their wives. Just another way to support my community...smile...
Last year, though, I may have gone a bit overboard. Though my costume started out to be a bit provocative, it snowballed into being down-right sinful. Because of all the turmoil caused by the dreadful September tragedies, Trick or Treating had been cancelled in my town. Disappointed, I looked for other options, and finally decided to attend the adult costume ball being held at the nearby school recreation center.
Knowing I could , with a bit of ingenuity, disguise my identity, I became very daring in my costume. I grew excited, thinking of the thrill of being incognito...letting myself reveal a bit of the wilder side of my nature, so carefully hidden from my neighbors.
My costume was selected with seduction in mind...a very slinky, sheer gown, with plunging neckline, and very high center slit up the front. I pictured myself as a lusty Elvira, Queen of the Night, but steamed up a bit, so to speak...
I dressed slowly that night, excited to see just what would transpire. After bathing, and lightly dusting my body with a sexy scented powder, I slipped my large, full breasts into the lacy confines of a very skimpy demi-cup bra...and arranged them so the nipples peeped just over the top of the lacy black cups. I knew, that being so sensitive, they would respond to the movement of my dress upon them..and stand pert and hard through my dress, inviting roving looks. I then slipped into a pair of very minimal thong panties..black and sheer, and adjusted them on my body. I am "blessed" with a thick thatch of hair on my mound, but keep it trimmed and in order, but the panties still allowed just a border of hair to peep beyond the elastic band. I wondered to myself if there would be opportunity that night to innocently reveal my secret to any wondering eyes.....the thought heated me in secret places...
Next came my garter belt and sheer spider web print hose...I enjoyed smoothing them up my thighs, their silky glide along my soft skin, before slipping into my dress.
Applying my makeup took only a few minutes, paying close attention to my eyes and lips..dark shadow and sultry liner on my lids, and a rich deep red on my lips, making them appear full and moist.
After slipping my blonde hair under the long dark wig, I studied my appearance in my mirror... before my eyes stood a woman unrecognizable as the demure, blonde , third grade teacher everyone knew me to be. Instead, a wickedly slutty, dark haired seductress stood there, legs and breasts shown to best and sexy advantage. I was thrilled at the transformation, my pulses rising in heated anticipation. Slipping into my black 4 inch heels, I was ready..for anything...
When I entered the room where the party was being held, I was encompassed in loud music, laughter and voices. I stood there just inside the door, allowing my eyes to become accustomed to the dim light, letting my eyes rove through the milling crowd, seeing if I could recognize anyone. There were a few recognizable faces here and there, but as a whole, it seemed most party goes were as incognito as I ." Hummm,"I thought, " This has real possibilities." I could play here, and anonymously fulfill my fantasies of being the elusive seductress, desired, yet just out of reach.
For the better part of the first hour, I slowly made my way around the room , enjoying the reaction my costume was causing. Several pairs of heated eyes followed my movements, and I could see pure lust radiating from them. A few times, I would "strike a pose", leaning against the wall, or on the edge of a table, sipping my drink, crossing my legs to allow a view of my thighs and just a hint of what lay beyond. It really was a rush to know I was causing a reaction in the men around me, spawning lusty visions of them locked between the thighs of this mysterious Queen of the Night....
As I made my way into the darker corners at the back of the dance floor, however, I found myself confronting an unexpected vision. Standing in the corner, casually leaning against the wall was the most handsome , mysterious and sexy man I had ever seen. I felt my heart drop, then pound furiously, and a small gasp of surprise broke from my red stained lips.
Tall and broad shouldered, with jet black hair slicked back from his brow, he stood there, ankles and arms casually crossed as he leaned there in the dim light, his eyes taking me in silently. Meeting those startling intense eyes, I felt myself sinking into a pool of desire, instant and unexpected.
A slow smile spread across his firm lips, and stepping forward, taking my hand, he spoke in such a sexy, husky voice, "Hello, my Queen of Darkness".
Although his features were half hidden by the Phantom of the Opera style mask he wore, I could tell they were both strong and square, and that mouth..oh, that mouth..sent instant visions of them exploring me rushing through my mind. Awed, flustered, I had no voice to respond, and could only stand there mutely and stare into those deep, sexy eyes.
"Silence?", he drawled, "No matter, I think we will communicate just fine." His soft warm breath tickled along my neck as the spoke, and punctuated his statement with a warm, erotic kiss on my neck.
Caught up in the moment, in the fantasy of this stranger and my surroundings, I felt a surge of excitement slide slowly through my body ,to pool between my thighs. I knew in that moment that I had become the seduced, and would willingly be led into anything my dark stranger would take me. I didn't know this man, and he had no way of knowing me, but it felt as if our souls had linked, our bodies drawn together as if my magnets.
A soft, "Oh!" escaped my lips as I felt the tender rake of his teeth there on my neck, followed by the soft flick of his tongue on my skin.
"Come with me," he whispered againt my ear, and the little sigh that left my lips was my acquiescence.
Taking my hand, he moved to slip through an almost hidden door behind the decorations there on the back wall. The door closing behind us muffled the din of the party left behind, and I suddenly became aware of my rapid breathing. My only consolation was that he seemed as winded as I, and just as caught up in the fantasy of erotic meetings. The first two doors we met were locked, but the third swung open at the touch of his hand upon the knob. We stepped inside, and I heard the closing and latching of the door behind me, as I blinked to see in the dim light. The moonlight pouring through the windows revealed the hide away we had found..a weight room, of all things, but neither of us cared, too caught up in the heat of the moment and our growing need for each other.
My gasp seemed to echo in the quiet room as I felt his arms go around me from behind, body pressed close to mine, lips once more on my neck. My legs grew weak as I felt his hands slide up my stomach to cup my already hard and swollen breasts. Kneading them in his warm palms, he pressed his hips into my bottom and I echoed the movement, delighted in the hard bulge pressed there against me. my hands moved back to caress his thighs, causing my breasts to lift into his palms all the more.
"Mmmmm ", he purred into my ear, "...sexy...hot..." and slid his tongue into my ear.
Grasping the edges of the deep v bodice of my gown, he tugged them aside, exposing my breasts, nipples peaking out above the lace cups. I moaned and rocked back against him as his fingers began to tug and swirl my swollen nipples between his thumbs and fingers.
My nipples were so sensitive to his touch, I could not help but moan. Sensing the effects of my pleasure, he slowly slid one hand down my stomach and under the hem of my dress. Brushing his palms over my upper thighs and stockings, moved to cup my mound, opened palmed, slowly rotating his hand on me there, dampness seeping through the skimpy crotch of my thong onto his palm. It felt so erotic, so hot, my body trembled, begging for more as my thighs slipped apart for easier access.
His mouth still gently sucking on my neck, he removed his hand to capture one of my own, and his palm against the back of my hand, slid both down along my stomach until I was cupping my own mound, his hand holding mine firmly in place, urging me into the same rotating motion he had used before.
"See how good you feel, baby?", he whispered in my ear. "Feel how wet and hot that sweet pussy is?", as he urged my hand under the waistband of my panties.
Fingers still pressed to mine, he urged my finger forward, dipping into my wet slit, our fingers immediately coated by the juices his touches had provoked.
"Oh", I moaned as our fingers slipped inside my aching hole.
"That's it baby...that's it...see how good it is to fuck that sweet hole?"
