The walk to the party was short, but I was thankful to be wearing a trench coat. This allowed some time for my erection to subside.
When we entered the party I couldn't believe how sexy some of the women's costumes were. There were Hooters girls, two other french maids, and my favorite, an indian princess who wore the tiniest of loinclothes. I was the only daring male to be so scantly clad.
"I'll get some drinks," Sarah said as she walked over to the bar.
"Great place," I told Beth.
"Yeah. The girl who owns it got rich quick during the internet boom. It even has an indoor pool." Beth then stood beside me and put her arm around me. Her hand came to rest on the hip of my speedo. She tucked her thumb under the waistband.
Sarah made her way back with the drinks and we began to mingle. She then introduced me to Jennifer, the owner of the house and wearer of the indian princess outfit.
"I love your house, and costume," was the best I could say.
"Thank you. If you stay late enough we are going to go swimming. The girls brought their suits i guess you didnt need to," she grinned.
"Uh..huh? oh yeah, i'm kinda wearing mine." Standing this close to her was really getting to me. Wondering what was under her loincloth and Beth's hand at my hip was taking it's toll on me. As Jennifer's eyes traveled down to my suit, I started to swell.
"I'm goin to get a drink. Does anyone need a refill?" I asked. They declined and I made my escape. I went to get my drink and cool off.