I have always loved parties, even though I never seem to get invited to too many. I also love holidays, and one of my favorites has become Halloween. When I was a bit younger and raising a family it was always fun to dress up and take the kids out trick-or-treating. We usually made interesting costumes for them and tried to be innovative in ours as well. One year my wife and I went as a pair of dice, which was a lot of fun.
But now my kids are grown and out of the house, leaving my wife and I to tend to the door and pass out candy to all those kids. (sigh) This year however, almost two weeks before the haunting day, I collected the mail and found an invitation addressed to my wife and myself for a party. The interesting thing was that there was no return address, and the location of the party was a public venue, so we had no clue who had invited us. The handwritten card and envelope seemed to hold no cues, no matter how hard I examined them.
We discussed for a long time if we wanted to attend or not, since we didn't know who was going to be there, or who had invited us, we finally decided that we shouldn't. A week before the party we received another identically hand written envelope. The card inside had a black cat on the cover and the following typed inside...
"Yes it's safe. No you're not supposed to know who invited you. Yes it will be fun. Yes, you should wear a costume. No, you should not be late, and as the original said... RSVP by placing a paper pumpkin with a black cat drawn on it on your front door. Look forward to seeing if we can guess who each other are! A trusted friend."
Well...now if that didn't address almost every question we had. It was almost as if the sender had been listening to our conversation. More discussion, more questions and finally..."why the hell not?"
With the party only a week away we had to decide on costumes. I could think of many things to go as, as could my wife, but I wanted to be different. I briefly thought about going as a hooker...but my wife put the kibosh on that one, saying no one wanted to see my fifty year old body sticking out of a short top and skirt. After much haggling, my wife decided to go as an army soldier, easy for her, since she was one... And I would go as a firefighter. The original invitation was very explicit that the costume must include a mask that prevented disclosure of your identity. In my case that meant that I could use a fireproof "nomex" hood to cover much of my face and a regular eye mask to finish it off. My wife would use a combination of camouflaged pain and a dark colored combat eyewear to completely obliterate her features. All in all I thought it was going to be a good combination.
The days ticked by, and the temperature ticked upward. We were soon in the middle of an unseasonably warm spell, not good for my costume, since I was planning on using an old pair of turnouts from when I really was a firefighter. On an 80 degree day that was going to be darn uncomfortable and sweaty, like wearing a winter coat on a hot summer day. My wife made the perfectly reasonable suggestion, that since I was going to be wearing all that, just wear a pair of shorts and t-shirt under and no one would ever know.
I joked briefly about going naked under my costume, but the response I got was anything but happy, so a pair of shorts and T-shirt it was.
The party started after dark, and after all the kids trick-or-treating was done, at the local country club. We stood outside the car and donned our masks and headed toward the party. I was surprised at the size of the crowd. There must have been nearly a hundred people there, eating and dancing to some rather spooky sounding music. It didn't take the hostess long to find us, a tall thin woman in an Elvira outfit, which she REALLY filled out.
"Welcome! I hope you both enjoy your time here. There are only a few rules. First... This is a Sadie Hawkins dance, and gentlemen may not ask to dance and may not refuse any woman as long as they are not already dancing with someone. Second, this one is you can dance with whomever you want until eleven. After that... well it's part of one of the games. We'll give you more information later on that. The last rule is the biggie. You can't tell anyone who you are nor directly ask them who they are. You can guess, you can ask questions to figure it out, but you can't outright ask. Any questions?"
"Just one." I said. "Who's paying for this shindig?"
"Ohhhh. Well, the food is provided by several local businesses, their names are provided on the tables and the hall is being paid for by the party shop. The bar is a cash bar though."
"Ahhh I see." I answered.
"Well, have fun. I see I have a few more new comers to introduce myself to. Have fun!" Elvira said as she scooted away to grab the next group of people that just came in.
"Well, I'd ask you to dance, but it seems I can't." I said to my wife as a slower dance started.
"No but I can ask you. Shall we?" She said, taking my hand and pulling me toward the dance floor.
It was surprisingly hard to dance in the boots I was wearing, and I had to be careful to not step on her toes. We like to dance slow, the faster numbers really aren't our thing, so when the next faster number started we retreated to see what the food looked like. There was a lot of finger food from a variety of local places, Mexican, bar-b-que, chicken wings, you name it. We each collected a few things to munch on and found a table to sit down at and watch the variety of costumes. I saw one or two that I thought I might recognize, but for the most part everyone had done a good job of masking their identity.
"So how would you like to dance?" I heard from behind me. I turned to see what looked like an oversized Tinkerbelle, complete with wings, standing behind me. I started to decline, but was quickly cut off. "Uh uh. Not allowed to say no!" She said as she took my hand.
"But my wife." I said in protest.
"Your wife can dance with anyone she wants. But if she wants to dance with you, she will have to wait until the next dance, this one is mine!" she said with a crooked smile under her pee green mask.
I looked back to my wife who chuckled at the sight of the somewhat oversized and overweight Tinkerbelle and told me to go have fun, but not before I gave her money for an amoretto sour. I quickly dug my wallet out and handed her some cash before Tink dragged me bodily out onto the dance floor.
The dance was a fast one, which I wasn't particularly good at.
"You don't do this kind of dancing too well, do you?" Tink asked as I tried to follow her moves.
"Not really." I answered over the DJ's loud music.
"Just follow me then." She said, slowing her motions down and taking my hands. It didn't take me long to get the hang of what she was doing, and I felt like I was just about getting it when the song ended.
"Thanks for the dance." I said as I started to retreat.
"You're welcome. But don't run off. I'm going to take this next one too." Tink said with a grin. The music started, a bit more of a salsa type beat, To which Tink was soon moving and rubbing her back and ass against my front. It was a good thing that I had on heavy fire fighters gear or the huge hardon I was getting would have been obvious. For her part Tink made sure to pull my hands around her far enough that she could put them where she wanted, and that was just under her breasts where my fingers were rubbing against her obviously unbridled tits.
"Now that was nice." Tink said as the number wore down to an end.
"I think I better take my husband back," my wife said, tapping Tink on the shoulder.
"Enjoy! I just got him all warmed up for you!" Tink said as she retreated with a huge smile.
"Well, she seemed quite friendly," my wife said, as the next song started a little slower than the last but still faster than a "slow" dance.
"Yeah. She did seem to want to do the bump and grind." I said as she and I faced each other, doing a fast trot type step.
"Uh huh... Like this!" She said, turning inside my arms and pushing herself against me.
