Tonight was her night. Her husband had left earlier that day. A friend picked him up so she still had the car. Their sex life had been getting boring lately. It seemed like anymore doing something special consisted of her taking a turn on top for a change. She had been planning this for awhile. Tonight was her night to go out and pick up a man to take care of her needs for once.
She had made the costume a while back. She put a lot of time and effort into it, but it had been worth it. It fit her luscious curves perfectly, far better than any off the shelf version of this costume would have. It had been along time since she had been to a costume party. Not since grade school. She wanted to do something memorable. Besides, she had always thought that the tight black pants would look way better on her than they did Halle Barry. She especially liked the way the pants clung to her curvy hips. She admired herself in the mirror one last time before she turned to head out the door.
The party was pretty packed. A friend of hers had finished remodeling their home and wanted to do something to celebrate. They hired a DJ and had a pretty good dance floor set up in the cleaned out garage. They laid down some cheap flooring to make a clean dance floor. That stuff you buy in a roll at home depot. It made a nice clean surface but it was a bit slippery being so new. The DJ they hired brought lights, a fog machine, disco ball, and the loudest stereo she had ever seen. Her whole bodied thumped to the rhythm of the techno beat he was pumping out. She meandered past the assortment of pirates, pixies, and playboy bunnies. She was disappointed in the turn out. Hardly anyone had put any effort into their costume. Most were pretty low end bottom shelf costume shop fair. A few people had dusted off ren faire costumes, or pieced something together from their home closet. She always thought costuming was a great excuse to be someone different. That's probably why he caught he eye.
He was dressed in a full Victorian suit, complete with a short cape and a rapier. When he turned slightly she saw the half mask covering the right side of his face. A rather detailed Phantom of the Opera costume indeed. He was standing alone in the corner at the edge of the dance floor. Out of the lights, the shadows played eerily on the white mask. How appropriate she thought to herself as she slinked towards him. She grabbed his hands and spun into his arms before he even realized she was there. She rubbed her back against his firm chest, purring quietly. "What a nice sword you have." She said to him, giggling to herself at the cheesiness of the line she just used.
"It used to be, but I'm afraid it's a bit rusty from disuse." He replied.
She rubbed a bit more seductively as he took the bait. "I'll just have to help you polish it then," she replied as she reached behind her to rub his growing erection through his pants.
She was relieved in when the DJ started to play some thumping dance music. She was beginning to run out of ideas for what to do next. She wanted to have some more fun. She began to grind against him in time to the music. He put his strong arms around her and ran them over her bare sides. She delighted in the feeling of his cock bulging against her tight ass through their clothing. It pleased her to hare his breathing change. He was getting pretty turned on. He was burning for her as the music changed to a slow song.
He tossed his arm so that his short cape wrapped around her. In her heals it covered just past her waist. With her beltline hidden from view he reached around her and wiggled his hand into her tight pants. With his other hand he cupped her breast and pulled her close to him. They swayed to the music as he massaged her clit. She was on the verge of an orgasm when the song ended and he pulled his hand out. She whirled on him; she spread her legs around him and rubbed her crotch slowly on his thigh. She took his ear in her mouth, sucking it gently, and then running her tongue along its edge. "Why don't we go back to my place to finish this dance?" He squeezed her tight and kissed her passionately in response.
It was a short walk to her car. They teased and played with each other until she had unlocked the door and pushed him down into the seat. As she drove them back to her house he leaned close to her, he kissed her neck and nibbled her ears. He fondled her breasts and rubbed her through her tight pants. It was hard to drive. It probably didn't help that she had been encouraging him by rubbing his package in return.
She stepped through the door and grabbed a wide sash off the table. She tied it around his head, over his mask, so that it covered his eyes like a blindfold. Sure that he couldn't see she led him inside. She closed the door behind him, locking it securely. Then she turned her attention to her man. She began to kiss him while she loosed up the belt that held his sword and slipped it to the floor. She couldn't very well have it getting in the way. Next she worked on his coat and his shirt. Stopping a couple of times to take in a deep breath of his cologne, Aspen, one of her favorites. She gently kissed his hairy muscular chest and sucked his nipples as she removed his shirt and let it slide to the ground on the growing pile. She kissed his firm stomach, working her way lower, just when she was to his belt; she started to work her way back up. She grabbed the second strip of fabric that she had left for this, and used it to tie his hands behind his back. She didn't tie them directly together. But rather tied one end of the strip to one wrist, and the other end around the other. That left a bit of space between them. She wanted this to be fun, and she was afraid that if she had tied them directly together it would be uncomfortable to him when she got farther along in her plans.
She worked her way back down his body, getting to her knees as she did so. She undid his belt, and then his pants, as she kissed his stomach just above his waist. She let her hot breath and desire tease him as she reached through his fly and took his hard cock in her hand. She held it and ran her warm tongue from the bottom of his shorn scrotum to the very tip of his cock moving as absolutely slowly as her own patience would allow. As she reached the tip she parted her lips and shifted her hand to the base of his throbbing member. She slid him slowly as deep into her mouth as she could. She swirled her tongue around him briefly, then ever so slowly, she sucked hard and inched his length back out of her mouth. She didn't want to give him too much just yet. Just enough to torture him terribly. She gently stroked him as she climbed back to her feet. She kissed him with her burning desire and slowly took a step back; pulling her strokes back just a little, teasing him to follow her. She led him back to the bedroom by the stroking of his cock.