Erotic Exotic Ball – Pre Event
This story takes place at the infamous Erotic Exotic Ball held around Halloween each year in San Francisco. Around this time I was dating Irene. More precisely, Irene and I were having a good sexual relationship. Both of us knew we had no intention of being together for the long haul, but we had enough in common to enjoy each others company. And we were very sexually compatible and open. This came in handy since we had several mutual friends at work, many of which I had had sexual relations with. It was especially important as our night at the Erotic Exotic Ball unfolded.
The event planning started innocently enough at lunch in the corporate cafeteria. Being in our mid-twenties and single our conversation easily turned to sex and dating quite frequently. That day we were discussing Halloween plans and where the good parties might be when Cory let us know she usually goes to the Erotic Exotic Ball each year. We had heard of this event, but only Arlene had ever gone before.
Cory surprised us with her plans since she did not appear to be someone who would relish this kind of event. We sat back and enjoyed listening to her described the event in detail. For her, the biggest thrill was seeing everyone else wandering around naked and the trade booth’s were a variety of adult products were pitched and available for demo. We pushed her about her attire and activities but she adamantly denied she had ever worn anything revealing or tried the toys. What she usually wore was a bikini or short shorts. Cory did say that by the time she left she was really horny.
Arlene had another remembrance. She said she only went once and was pretty trashed. She remembers having sex with a lot of guys. Arlene would provide no more details but the memory appeared to be a found one for her. Cory also confirmed that she had seen people having sex and it was fun to watch.
The plans solidified over the next week and Irene and I went to buy the tickets. I had to be a very lucky man. I was going to the ball with five women. We were going to meet at five p.m. at Irene’s apartment in San Francisco. We would change there into our outfits and take a cab to the ball. The next week was one of anticipation. As the only male I was somewhat left out of the females’ conversations, particularly the one’s surrounding costumes.
I arrived early to help Irene set up. Rather than dinner we arranged a buffet of snacks along with several good wines. I’ll describe each of the guests as they arrive, starting with your hostess.
Irene is Japanese-American and every bit the exotic Asian beauty you could imagine. She is taller at 5’ 6” and in extremely good shape. Irene is a semi-competitive runner and all of her training has left her with an incredible set of long, toned legs and nice healthy tan. Her butt is tight and tone and her hips very womanly. Irene is not incredibly endowed up top. In fact, her breasts remind you more of an undeveloped pre-pubescent male’s chest except for one important difference. She has amazingly long and hard nipples.
Nancy, one of Irene’s best friends, arrives first. Nancy is an all-American mid-westerner girl born and raised in Chicago. She is a cute blonde that enjoys a good dirty joke. Her sexcapades are legendary and something she is quite proud of. Nancy has been naturally endowed with a set of 40D tits. Something she is quite willing to flaunt to get attention. At twenty-five her tits are still nice and firm and her body trim, although many of us speculate she is the body type that will become an overweight housewife by her mid-forties. All the more reason to enjoy her now.
Joan and Cory arrive together. Roommates for the last several years they are opposites in many ways. Cory is fondly referred to as “Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm.” She is a sandy-haired petite blonde that can hold her own roughhousing with the boys. An active cyclist her body and legs are toned. Somewhat fair skinned she carries a light tan from her outdoor activities. Her breasts are a nice B-cup. They fit nicely inside the palm of your hand. Her nipples are a rich pink and puffy texture when aroused.
Joan would never be called innocent, although her reputation is not as bad as her actual behavior. A brunette, Joan’s hair is medium-length and reaches the middle of her 34D breasts. She has a beautiful face highlighted by deep, inviting brown eyes and a cute dimpled outlined smile. However, her most memorable feature is those tits. A part-time aerobic instructor, she is in great shape and has well-toned and thin arms and shoulders. Her chest muscles are developed and support her cleavage, keeping her firm mounds well secured and protruding from her chest.
Arlene is the last to arrive. Her nickname at work is “Arlene the Dream.” She has earned it in two ways. First, she truly is a California blonde dream. An executive administrative assistant Arlene dresses very stylishly but always in a way that shows her body to its fullest. Her skirts are just short enough to expose the sleek line of her tan legs. Her blouses sheer enough to tempt the eye to see her treasures, which are never truly exposed; however, the shape of her nice 34C breasts are clearly outlined.
“Arlene the Dream” refers to the endless amount of male foot traffic that passes her open cube everyday, even though it is out of the way. “Arlene the Dream” is also a remark we use to tease her about the ego she denies she has. Arlene is very well aware how gorgeous she is, but pretends she does not know she is so pretty or that it is really not that good of a thing, very hard to deal with men always hitting on her. However, she can be counted on to make a grand entrance. Sizing up the other women to see if anyone matches up to her and making sure the male attention has shifted in her direction. If disappointed she can be counted to pout for a while.
We settle down to the snacks and wine. The conversation drifts to the ball and expectations. In general nobody really knows what to expect but a sense of openness to whatever happens is conveyed across the group. Individual’s alternate form expectations of complete lewd public behavior to simply watching. Likewise, we vacillate between what needs to be done to control our urges to what needs to be done to get the attention and service we desire. Time draws near and the women retreat to different rooms to change into their ball attire.
Irene has been thoughtful and supplied each of us with a light full-length raincoat we can use to go to and from the ball. Irene has also been good enough to provide my costume, which she has in her room.
“Yours is in the bag. I hope you like it.” Irene explains. I see the bag. It is no bigger than a small lunch bag. I am hesitant as I open the bag and pull out my costume for the night. “I hope your OK with it. I think it will turn everyone on to see you in this.”
At best my costume is a mini g-string. Nothing but a small string that forms the outlines of a thong with a pouch for my balls and what looks like a 9” sleeve for my cock. The sleeve has a Velcro closure on it and is made from a more rigid material that is already fixed to stand firmly.
“I know you are always jealous at how woman ‘parade’ around naked. I thought tonight would be your chance to be nude in public. I made the sleeve hard because I thought you could use it as a prank and it would help with your fear of popping a boner in public.” I agree to use it and ask what the Velcro is for.
“That’s in case any of us want access to the real thing. I thought it could be a discreet way to get you out and going and put you away really quick as well. I got a mask for you as well so you can be somewhat hidden and hard to recognize if that helps.”
I hesitate only briefly before Irene finishes the encouragement. “Come on, honey. It will be fun. Want to see what I am wearing?” I agree and watch in anticipation as she pulls out her outfit. Irene has two pieces. The first she pulls out is a slink black camisole top. The second item is a skimpy black thong panty. “I hope your going to be happy. The top only cost me $10. If I want to go topless I won’t feel bad about losing it. And the front of the bottom is really skinny. I’m not sure it is going to cover all of my labia. If I spread my legs or twist wrong I’m sure a part of my mound will show. And you know, I had to shave for this.” The thought of Irene topless and nearly bottomless with a shaved pussy brought me back into the mood to wear anything. This was going to be fun.
We undress facing each other across her bed. She pulls off her T-shirt and quickly puts the camisole on. I nod in approval. The fabric thin and clingy, her nipples poke out distinctly from her chest. She waits for me to be naked before pulling down her running shorts. True to her word her pubic region is shaved, except for just a tuft hair right above her clit. “How do you like it?” Irene asks, striking several model poses before reaching for her thong. She slides it on and adjusts the fabric. It can not be more than an inch wide in front. The black lace is semi-transparent and appears more revealing than it really is.
