It's almost Hallowe'en, and we're going to a costume party at a downtown bar. There are two bands playing, and you know a couple of the guys in one of them. We're meeting a few other people there, and we've decided to stay overnight at a hotel, so both of us can have fun and not worry about driving. Plus . . . a night alone in a hotel, with ensuite bathroom . . . oh, the possibilities!!!
We check in and get changed into our costumes. You have no idea what we're dressing as - once you were certain I wouldn't dress you as Big Bird, you gave me carte blanche. Heh heh. I help you change first, and you look extremely sexy and dashing as a high seas pirate.
And then I tell you I need to go get ready, so you sit on the couch and pour yourself a vodka and Coke Zero. You know I don't wear much makeup, so you are pretty surprised when I emerge in a towel to grab something from my bag with my hair all wild and loads of green & black eyeliner, mascara, and berry stained, shiny lips. "Don't look, I'm not done yet," I tell you, slipping back into the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, I finally come out, not too sure if the costume I picked is okay. Maybe it's a little over the top . . .but you seem to like it. So much so, in fact, that you start kissing my neck and down to my breasts . . . my rather exposed breasts . . . and start to undo the corset.
"Not now! We're already late, honey, and do you know how much of a pain in the ass it was to lace up right? Let's go". You finish your drink, I finish mine (it was in the bathroom with me as I was getting ready, and I start laughing as I realize that you have gold glitter dust all over your chin and lips from kissing my breasts. "What's so funny?" you ask. "Oh nothing," I say. Let's see if anyone connects the dots!
It's already pretty packed when we get there. We find our friends and order some drinks. I plan on getting buzzed, but not totally drunk - a little more than malleable, a little less than my 40th. So . . . maybe no tequila! Several drinks later, you are nowhere to be found. I've been dancing, I knew you were chatting with the drummer between sets, and that's the last I've seen of you. Oh well, I know you can't be too far.
I tell Sonia that I'm just going to the bathroom in case you come back & are looking for me, and head to it. There's a big line at the regular ladies room, but I remember the one that's hidden in the back room at the top of the stairs - there's a single men's and a single ladies. Score!! Occupied, but no lineup. The second band is playing and it's pretty loud, a sea of people, but they aren't as good as the front room band.
Some girl dressed as a devil comes out of the bathroom and I'm just about to head in when I get pulled into the men's room. I'm about to start screaming until I realize it's you. You lock the door and push me against it, kissing me, slipping your tongue into my mouth. I can taste Jack Daniels, which I won't drink but love to taste on your tongue - it reminds me of our first few days together, the night at the Cumberland . . . mmmmm.
You have my left hand held up against the door with your right, and your left hand is cupping my right breast, your thumb circling my nipple, making it stiffen and press against the blouse. Which is when you realize that this costume is designed to wear without a bra. I love the sound you make, then the wicked little chuckle that follows.
You grab the cord of the corset and slowly pull, loosening the top enough to expose my erect nipple. As you bend your head to flick your tongue over my hardened flesh, I arch my head back, and caress the back of your head, pressing my chest towards you. I jump as the doorknob rattles, but it's so loud outside that I'm not worried anyone will hear us.
I start pushing off your jacket and tugging at your shirt - I want to play with your nipple ring, which is clearly standing out through the thin fabric. I love it when you moan like that, when I tug at the ring with my teeth, flicking my tongue over your nipple, my hand on your chest.
