Mischa was impossibly turned on. She stared at her reflection in the mirror; flushed cheeks, bright eyes, smeared lipstick. She didn't need to reach down to know she was dripping wet; she felt it every time she squeezed her legs together, and she knew she had the look of a woman who had either just gotten some or was about to. In her case, both were true.
Noises from Daphne's Halloween party drifted in the bathroom as she carefully touched up her makeup. In the three years since graduating college, Daphne had moved back into her parents mansion in the Hollywood Hills, though they were never there. The situation worked out to everyone's satisfaction; her parents felt comforted that Daphne was secure in the family home, and Daphne had all the freedom she wanted to throw parties like these.
Daphne's parties were legendary in their circle of friends. The only requirements her old college roommate ever stipulated was to bring an open mind, be polite, and wear a sexy outfit. Everything else, condoms included, would be provided. And with somewhere around fifty rooms and nooks, it was never a problem to find a private area, if privacy was important or you were a shy sort of person.
Mischa, or anyone else that knew her, would never describe herself as shy, so it was privacy that sent her to her favorite bathroom away from the center of the party. Tucked against the library, it took effort to find it and Mischa needed to get herself together and quick.
This party would surpass all the others, Mischa knew that much. With low, moody lighting all over the house, silky red and black material covering the walls of all the major party areas, candles flickering, and hot music pumping out of unseen speakers, Daphne had outdone herself. Add in barely dressed and completely naked people enjoying themselves everywhere, Mischa had experienced a sensory overload.
She reached up to fix her horns. Though not as original as she would have liked, Mischa had to admit she made one hot devil. With all of her black hair piled on the top of her head, horns peeking through the curls, skimpy red dress, and red stilettos, she liked what she saw in the mirror. The dress draped very low in the front, exposing a good portion of her breasts, flat stomach, and the flame charm dangling from her belly button ring. It hit mere inches below her crotch, was held up by two thin straps that tied around her neck, and was completely backless. In fact, the dress dipped so low in the back that at times while she was dancing, her thong would be visible.
Mischa turned so her bare back was facing the mirror and adjusted that thong. Ordinarily, she would have foregone any underwear at all, but a visit to her favorite lingerie boutique in Santa Monica quickly changed her mind. It was frivolous, she knew, to buy a crotch-less thong, much less wear it, but it definitely made her feel sexy. A line of white crystals circled the top, and another line went right down between her ass cheeks. It split off into two strands right above her asshole and framed her pussy lips before moving up and connecting with a soft mesh material covered with more crystals. It was proving to be a great night, and Mischa was glad she indulged.
A quick check of her watch and she headed out. Butterflies danced in her stomach and with surprise, Mischa realized she was nervous. But she had a good reason.
The minute she had entered the party, one man had stood out. Where everyone else was in various states of undress or nakedness, he wore a dark brown monk's robe. His face wasn't visible, but Mischa could have sworn he felt familiar to her. His eyes never moved from her as she greeted all the people she knew and she found the attention extremely stimulating. She looked for him as she moved through the different rooms, but he was never nearby. She waited for him to approach, but he didn't move towards the dancing throb of people till she did.
The dancing was wild enough; it was bodies rubbing up against each other. People grabbing and caressing, sucking and licking anyone next to them. But it wasn't until big hands cupped her breasts from behind that a jolt went through her system. She knew it was him; though the lighting was dim, she could make out the sleeves of his robe and the wide palmed, long fingered hands of his that he slipped right under her dress as if he had a right to be so forward without even giving her his name.
Mischa knew she should have felt at least a flicker of indignation, but all she felt was thrilled. Those fingers gripped her, flicking over her hard nipples, as his mouth descended on her neck, sucking the skin, biting it, then kissing the area oh so lightly. He had pulled her back against him, but wouldn't let her turn her head. All she could feel was a hard chest and steely arms... and one of the hardest, longest, thickest erections she could ever remember pressed against her ass. One hand moved to lift her skirt, push aside her thong. Mischa waited, her breath coming faster as she felt him part her cheeks and rest his cock between them.
She may have whimpered, or moaned, who knew? With the noise of the party around her, no one would have heard her anyway, nor were they paying any attention as they were involved in their own games. Yet, she couldn't help feeling a little exposed and a lot desperate. He moved in time with the music, his mouth, as hot and wet as she was becoming, trailing all over her shoulders, kissing any skin he could reach without breaking their embrace.
He lifted one hand, pressing his fingers against her mouth, letting her suck on them as his other hand drifted lower, teasing her with its slowness. It traced her belly button, grazing the dangling flame charm, then slipped lower. Finally, finally, his fingers moved over her thong, over her slit.
"What's this?" he asked, finally speaking. His voice was low and husky, and highly amused at the surprise he found. "What a naughty girl. But I should have expected no less from a devil."
His index finger traced the opening; down one side, up the other, just barely brushing against her. He repeated this several times before purposefully touching her clit.
