Brooke seemed to regain a bit of her enthusiasm for work after I sent her down to the mail room naked, she felt much more on top of her game.
Not much has happened since, we kept playing around with each other as we always have, I'd get her naked every once in a while, we'd have some fun occasionally, but ultimately, nothing particularly eventful happened until the Halloween party.
We talked about what to dress up as, finally landed on going as the mummy and Rick, Brendan Frasier's character from the movie, I told Brooke that I'd prepare the outfits for both of us, but what she didn't expect was how I'd interpret her mummy outfit.
Before heading out to the party, I asked Brooke to come over to my apartment, when she came in, she'd worn a simple blouse and jeans, after greeting each other, she asked excitedly what her outfit looked like.
I grinned, approaching and whispering in her ear to strip.
I could see the flicker of excitement and nervousness in her eyes as I commanded her, I could see her hesitating as she reached up to undo the first button of her blouse, but soon that hesitance dissolved as she steadily revealed her bra underneath, finally removing the shirt and letting it fall to the ground.
Next came the jeans, undoing the button and sliding it down her legs, Brooke stood in front of me wearing a set of black lacy underwear, she looked at me expectantly for a second before realizing that she had to take those off too.
She reached back and unclasped her bra, holding it in place for a second before letting it drop, revealing her juicy breasts, giving them a nervous squeeze as she felt my warm breath on her neck as I admired her mostly bare figure.
Not wanting to linger, Brooke pushed her panties down her hips, letting them slide down her slender legs before standing back up, now completely naked save for her high heels in front of me.
I put my hands around her hips, slowly running them over her bare skin, making sure to feel every bit of her as I did.
I began pinching her nipples, playing with her breasts as one hand crept down between her legs, I brushed a finger against her pussy, already a little wet simply from taking her clothes off, she moaned softly.
I only teased her a little bit more, I didn't want her to reach the climax so soon, not when we had a whole night ahead of us. "Let me get your costume." I said before rifling through a bag and pulling her costume out.
Brooke was a bit confused at first, then in some disbelief, finally the horror of what I'm suggesting dawned on her, but within that horror there was an inkling of the excitement she tended to feel whenever I made her do something like it, I grinned, knowing that she would agree.
***
I got out of the car at the bar we were supposedly having our party at, we'd rented out a pretty big hall that made up a good chunk of the bar, it was large enough to accommodate our whole department, it was large enough to hold a pool table and couch as well.
I helped Brooke out of the car, she was a bit buzzed thanks to the two beers she already had, according to her, she couldn't go through with today's costume without a little preparation, after all, her costume simply consisted of a few rolls of gauze wrapped tightly and lovingly around her body.
As far as anyone was concerned, Brooke was more or less completely covered, but I think the mere idea that she was wearing little more than thin layers of material made her extremely nervous to appear in front of her co-workers and possibly their friends and family.
As we walked in, I could tell everyone was eyeing Brooke, eating up the curves that were more or less on display underneath the tight wrapping of the bandages acting as the only cover.
We got to the party, a few people had already shown up, including one of Brooke's friends dressed as Little Bo-Peep, who was organizing the party for everyone, her eyes widened when she saw Brooke's costume:
"Oh wow! Brooke, your outfit is so..." Brooke's friend seemed at a loss for words, which only intensified the embarrassment for her until the friend turned to me "Jared!... Indiana Jones?"
"Uh, sure..." I said, awkwardly, I had the distinct feeling she wouldn't be so keen to hear me explain my costume choice to her.
We promptly began mingling with everyone else, our first round of drinks came, and I think getting some alcohol in me made me a bit bolder, I looked down at Brooke's outfit, the curve of her bottom was amazing, round and seamlessly flowing out of the thin waist just above it.
"You look really sexy..." I said, now toying with the bit of gauze around Brooke's torso, just above her stomach, I wasn't removing the bandages, merely running my fingers under them, and in the process making them looser, all until I was able to see Brooke's belly button beneath them.
This simple little action did more than just expose her belly button and left a lot of the costume in that area dangling and loose, much of her waist was visible through the relaxed tangle of bandages, Brooke took another drink to calm her nerves as she saw her stomach come into view.
The party continued, people's eyes lingering more and more on Brooke's body the more intoxicated they got, which really drove Brooke herself to continue drinking, thankfully she was pacing herself, but her nerves were clearly driving her to drink more than usual, this is probably why she didn't notice that the bandages around her legs and lower half were coming undone, revealing more and more of the skin underneath.
So far nothing sensitive was showing, but it wouldn't be long before the whole thing fell away, in fact, I could already see the beginning of her crack peeking out from under the bandages.
I slipped my hand into that crevice and let my hand rest on Brooke's cheek, when she finally noticed me, she apparently also noticed how her lower half was becoming exposed, once more she took another sip of the drink she had in hand, I gave that cheek a squeeze, and I could hear her breathing quicken for just a second, she was loving this.
I don't know if people realized that Brooke wasn't wearing anything underneath the bandages, but the compliments about her costume kept coming, I was seemingly invisible even though I was standing right there groping her butt, a fact I did not mind one bit.
I figured if loosening the lower half of Brooke's costume garnered this much admiration, why stop there, I slipped my hand away from Brooke's perfect ass and let it creep upwards, at first it seemed like she was a little relieved, but once she realized I was now doing the same thing to the top half of bandages, she took another drink from the glass in her hand, but she didn't stop me or tell me to do anything, she just stood there with a nervous smile as my fingers slipped through the bandages and caressed the bare skin of her back.
The top half of Brooke's costume was not as subtle as the lower one, I could see the faint coloration of her nipples come through the cracks as it relaxed and allowed everyone to see what was underneath, you still had to focus and get real close to notice that, but people seemed content to stay at a cordial distance for now, but it was quite obvious that they were checking out Brooke at this point.
While Brooke was drinking a lot more than usual, this isn't to say that she was even close to the drunkest person in the party, now at full swing, people were positively smashed at this point, I wasn't drinking as much mostly because I was so focused on Brooke.
Having focused on Brooke's top half for a bit, I looked back down only to see that indeed, the bandages continued to unravel, there were just a few loops of fabric wrapped around Brooke's hips, and from where I stood, I could definitely see her mound showing, the lips were still tantalizingly covered, but it was mostly gone now.
Brooke followed my gaze and noticed this shift herself, she grabbed a plate from one of the tables and held it there, fairly nonchalant but a bit more decent than before.
As I went back to talking with Brooke, who never seemed to really get used to being more and more exposed, despite enjoying it the whole time, someone happened to bump into her, unfortunately spilling their drink on her, soaking most of the bandages that still clung to her body.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" the girl had a very peculiar costume on, it looked like a black tracksuit, where the top was fashioned to be a shorter, enough to show off the wearer's tummy, it was open revealing a mesh shirt and a tube top over it, but that wasn't really the most striking part of the costume, it was in fact the pink hair sitting underneath a matching black cap, that, and the familiar voice coming muffled through a face mask and sunglasses "come with me, let's get you cleaned up."
With that, Brooke was abruptly dragged off to the bar's bathroom. Having my suspicions, I followed the two to the (thankfully) unisex bathroom, whoever this girl was, she didn't stop me when I followed them into the bathroom.
