"Sweatpants?" Anna complained. "You don't have jeans or something?"
"This will be fine," James replied. "As long as it's all-black, right?"
Anna and James were attending Tara's annual Halloween party in a semi-matching Ghostface costume. They had the same masks. But where Anna took the sexy route with a flowy but short black dress and knee-high stockings, James only had a black sweatshirt and sweatpants.
"I guess this is fine. I was just hoping for something that looked a little more... put together," she said.
"Well let's run by Walmart, and I'll pick something out. I can wear it right out of the store."
"Nooo, we're late as it is!"
"Tell you what," James said, coming over and running his hands up and down her arms. "You leave for the party now and I'll meet you there. You'll only be there for like, a half hour by yourself. Forty-five minutes tops."
She sighed, wrapping her arms around her waist. "That would be amazing," she pecked a kiss on his lips. "I'll see you there."
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She checked her phone. An hour. He should be here any minute, she thought.
Between the shots that got passed around at the beer in her hand, she was already feeling a buzz. James was going to have a lot of catching up to do when he got here.
Tara's house was packed, as usual, for the Halloween party. There were a few people here that she knew, but it was hard to tell who was who with the masks and makeup. Rather than stand around awkwardly, she moved to the basement, where everyone was dancing, and squeezed herself into the middle of the floor.
It was hot under her Ghostface mask, but without it, her costume wouldn't look like much of anything, so she kept it on.
Feeling the rhythm of the music, she moved her hips and forced herself to lose track of time.
A few songs in, someone placed their hands on her hips, and she turned around to see the matching Ghostface mask. But now, James's outfit was comprised of black jeans, black boots, a black hoodie, and even a black jacket to go over it.
He looked perfect.
He joined in dancing with her, grinding on her with the music. Anna was shocked. James usually was a bit of a wallflower at these things. Her tights and short skirt must be doing the trick.
She felt him relax into her, sliding his hands up and down her sides, around her front just beneath her breasts. A bulge in his jeans became more and more pronounced, and she made a point to grind a little harder, a little slower.
This is a version of James that she'd never had before, and she wasn't about to waste it. But she was starting to get turned on. Really turned on. She felt wetness gather in her thong, spreading to her thighs with so little fabric covering her.
Grabbing one of James's hands, she led him to the side of the basement where there was a couch and some other chairs, hoping to cool off a bit. She pushed him to sit down first, and then sat on his lap.
With her dress being a little flowy, the fabric spread over his lap, landing her nearly bare ass and barely covered pussy right on the bulge in his pants. She wriggled a little bit, teasing him.
His hands went to her hips and he squeezed, pushing her down on his lap as he bucked up beneath her. She gasped.
She looked around to see if anyone noticed them, but they were all engrossed in their own conversations or dancing or making out.
Feeling bold, she rocked her hips.
James slid his hand under the side of her skirt, skimming his fingers up and over her thigh. With her flowy dress, someone would have to be paying attention to realize what was happening. She let her legs fall open, her breath quickening and her pulse racing.
His hand slipped between her thighs and lightly skimmed over the front of her panties. He had to be able to feel how wet she was.
She shifted, trying to get more pressure where she wanted it. Her legs opened to him more, now loosely straddling his thighs.
He pressed his fingers down, circling her clit slowly. Her back arched. She tried to relax herself so that she wouldn't draw any eyes over to them. She didn't want him to stop.
After teasing her with gentle caresses and pets, he finally pushed his fingers under her panties. He skimmed down to her opening, dipping his fingers in and out, in and out, just a bit, just to get them wet before he moved back up to her clit. He held it between his fingers, rubbing them in opposite directions and massaging her.
"So sexy," he said quietly. His voice sounded gruff. He was getting just as turned on as she was.
"James," she gasped. It'd never been like this in the year and a half they'd been together. Their sex wasn't bad, but it wasn't exciting. No one knew here what they were doing. He was focused completely on her. Her buzz softened any nerves she might have felt.
He'd never gotten her this wet.
Hearing her gasp his name, his hand slipped out of her shirt. She protested when he grabbed her hips and lifted her off of him briefly. But when she came back down, she understood.
