I glanced around cautiously as I made my way up the narrow cobblestone path towards the imposing residence before me. Through the darkness of the night I could see the front door ajar, as a shaft of light spilled out over the front step accompanied by the unmistakable sounds of music and laughter coming from within. I began to wonder if I was making a mistake, but quickly dismissed the notion, silently scolding myself for such unfounded doubt.
As if returning to the scene of a crime, a feeling of déjà vu swept over me as I made the last few steps and pushed the door open. It had been over a month since my last visit to Sonya's house, but the memories of that blissful weekend had since taken up residence in my mind and occupied my every masturbatory thought for the previous thirty seven days. I was nervous about seeing her again, but even more uneasy about the prospect of spending the evening in pointless conversations with her and her husband's friends, while trying in vain to forget the fact that the very party setting had served as the backdrop for one of the most erotic and deliciously dirty encounters of my life. I just hoped that the discomfort was worth bearing, in order to cast my eyes on Sonja's near perfect visage once again.
I pushed the door open and stepped into the wide hallway that led into the rest of the oversized house. It appeared that the bulk of the party was taking place in an adjoining room, with a few guests lingering around the doorway. One quick glance and I remembered why I loved Halloween so much. As I proceeded into the house, my eyes scanned the numerous women all dressed in various provocative costumes. With Sonya's husband at such a relatively advanced age, I was surprised to see the party filled with twenty-somethings, most of which happened to be attractive females.
"Well, hello there officer," a recognizable voice sang out over the clamour of the noisy party.
My spirits were lifted at the very sound of Sonya's sweet voice and I turned to see her strolling through the crowd towards me. As always she looked stunning, dressed as a devil in a particularly slinky, red costume that clung to every inch of her perfect body like a second skin. Her outfit essentially consisted of a tight fitting minidress fashioned from a shiny, shimmering material that covered her sexy body from the top of her breasts down to mid thigh. A triangular section of cleavage was visible between her breasts, where the red dress gave way to a small strip of transparent, black fishnet fabric. A similar black fishnet material comprised the stockings which adorned her slender, muscular legs from her thighs down to her toes which were visible in the striking red pumps she was wearing. Her arms were also clothed in fishnet, with arm stockings reaching down from her thumb to her elbows. Sonja's shimmering brown hair was tied up with a couple cute little devil horns poking out from the top. Her exposed skin looked as tanned and flawless as ever, and her eyes portrayed a sexy, villainous look which was amplified by the dark makeup surrounding them.
"Wow," I exclaimed, as she gave me a cordial peck on the cheek. "You look amazing."
"Thank you," she replied, stepping back to look me up and down. "Not so bad yourself."
I had chosen to dress as a cop, a relatively simple costume complete with night stick and handcuffs dangling from my belt. I opted not to wear the hat, but had a pair of dark sunglasses hiding my eyes.
"So..." I continued, glancing around the room. "Which one of these gentlemen is your husband?"
"Oh, he's not here actually," she answered, sipping from the tall glass of champagne in her hand.
"Oh?" I blurted out, my positive sounding tone betraying my relief.
"Yeah," she continued, smiling at my obvious delight. "He's away on business. This really isn't his kind of scene anyways."
"Hmmm," I muttered, still smiling. "He seems to be away on business quite a bit."
"Do you have a problem with that?" she asked, casting me a sexy glare.
"Not at all."
"Some of these people are friends with him though," she explained, her voice taking on a hushed, cautious tone. "So you and I should be on our best behaviour."
I nodded in understanding, although I secretly wished that we were the only ones in the room. Ever since our last encounter, I had been dying for a repeat performance.
Sonya had other guests to greet, so I let her proceed to make her rounds while I strolled around the party. It seemed like she had gone all out, with decorations, and open bar and even girls dressed as playboy bunnies serving trays full of champagne. As great as the party was however, I found myself in an awkward position by not knowing anyone. I made conversation with a few people, but I didn't know how much information to reveal. There seemed to be an abundance of attractive females, all in costumes that normally would have made my dick throb, but I found myself repeatedly drawn back to Sonja and her hot little devil outfit.
After my third glass of champagne, I was making my way back from the bathroom when Sonya turned the corner and stepped into the hallway. It was the closest we had come to being alone all night. Her eyes locked on mine as she strolled towards me, taking slow deliberate steps. I stopped and leaned against the wall as she brushed up against me, stuffing something into my pocket. She flashed me a mischievious smile before continuing past me as I turned to catch a glimpse of her impeccable ass moving underneath the short, clinging dress. As soon as I was able to catch a moment of privacy, I reached into my pocket to retrieve whatever she had placed there. My hand closed around a ball of soft fabric and I pulled it out.
It was a pair of red, lacy panties. My dick grew hard instantly.
When Sonja had invited me to her party I was sceptical that anything would happen due to the presence of so many others, including her husband. With her husband's absence however, along with her recent 'gift,' my optimism increased tenfold.
I was leaning against the wall, sipping my fifth glass of champagne when Sonja once again approached, this time accompanied by another young woman.
"Damon," she greeted cheerfully. "There's someone I'd like you to meet. This is Kacey."
"Hi there," I greeted with a mildly intoxicated smile as I shook her hand.
In contrast to Sonya's slender, toned form, Kacey's body was soft and curvaceous with buxom, ample breasts and fair skin. Fittingly, she was dressed as an angel with costume similar to Sonya's, although of a different color. Her white dress hugged her large breasts and compressed her waist with a corset-like effect before flaring out into a short skirt that covered barely a third of her creamy thighs. While Sonya's face possessed a sharp, exotic quality, her friend's smiling visage was soft and welcoming with soft, pouty lips, rounded features and sparkling blue eyes. Her light blonde hair was tucked back behind her ears as a little silver halo hovered above her head. The costume was completed by a pair of white and silver wings protruding from the back of her dress and a smattering of light, silver glitter around her eyes. I also noticed a wedding ring on her finger.
"Sonya's told me so much about you," she commented, with a knowing smile that surprised me slightly.
"Oh really?" I asked, shifting my gaze to Sonja who just shrugged and smiled. "Nothing bad I hope."
"Oh no," she answered in a sensual, flirtatious tone. "Nothing bad at all."
