Hot Sex Fun on Halloween

"Just come to the party," she said. "It'll be fun, and plus we'll get to hang out."

Marcy's eyes were bright as she spoke. Her always-present smile was, of course, present. But it was never an insincere smile. At least, it never seemed that way to me. We'd been flirting at work for months, and not a day went by without her stopping at my cubicle. This time, she'd come bearing an invite.

I stared at the flimsy orange card stock, attempting to read the spooky black font. "Jesus," I muttered, "who put these together?"

Marcy shrugged, and ran a hand through her shoulder length black hair. "No clue," she answered. "Usually Carrie does it, but her printer's not worked right in weeks."

I shook my head. "Just can't get it figured out," I said.

"Nope." She leaned over my desk, her cleavage pointing directly at my face. "Come on," she whispered, "what are you afraid of? It's just a dumb Halloween party."

I sat back, locking eyes with her. Her expression relaxed, and she very subtly licked her red lips. "I know you want to come," she said.

I stared at her for a moment, contemplating my next words. I gave her the once-over, from her black heels and stockings, up to her short black skirt, black suit coat, and low-cut bright red blouse. Her breasts were big, and every time she put them near my mouth, I imagined sucking on them.

We'd kissed a couple of times before. But those kisses happened at a bar, and we never really spoke about it afterward. It was hard to know if she was serious about pursuing anything more. Truth be told, so was I. Work and romance did not mix, at least in my experience. Why would it be different now? Maybe we were only meant to be coworkers, and our flirting was just that: flirting.

Her smile returned, her eyes squinting as she spoke. "I look good, right? I'll look great at the party."

"The party," I echoed. "You mean the Halloween orgy party."

She stood upright, theatrically placing her hands to the sides of her face. "Whaat? I don't know what you mean!"

I smiled. "Right, right. Sure. It's only the most talked about thing in the office this time of year. A costume party, where you don't need to worry about consequences, because no one knows who you are. Make a connection and find an empty bedroom. Or join the pile. Right?"

She frowned, and pointed to the poorly printed card in my hand. "That's on the invitation?" She laughed. "You don't have to do any of that, if you don't want to. We're all adults, and it's up to you. Trust me, plenty of people come through, dance for an hour, then leave. Not everyone's into freaky stuff."

"Freaky stuff?"

She rolled her eyes dramatically. "Fine," she sighed, "not everyone's into Halloween orgy party stuff."

I laughed at her response, then stopped. Her face fell a bit, as if she knew what I was going to ask next.

"Am I into it," she said, "is that what you're thinking? Well, maybe not now, but I was last year."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. With a girl. I have no idea who it was."

I raised an eyebrow at that. "Really?"

"Okay, fine. It was Lucy."

My mouth fell open. "Lucy? The redhead in Accounting? Man, she was--"

"A hottie? Yeah, she was. But the whole thing got weird, thanks to her. We only kissed a little, and then, she took off her mask, admitting she'd been crushing on me. She said a lot of other stuff too, and I got really uncomfortable."

"Damn. So what did you do?"

"I left. I mean, I took the blame for it. I told her I wasn't ready for a relationship, and that I was in a bad place emotionally, which I was. But she totally ignored me the next day and stopped talking to me altogether at that point."

I thought about that. "Wait, are you the reason she quit?"

Marcy waved me off. "I heard she took a better paying job at an agency out of town." She stared down at the floor, as if she was thinking about it too. "But, I did feel bad about the whole thing. I never meant to hurt her feelings. She was always nice to me. I just didn't know it was more than that."

I looked at the invitation again, and then tossed it onto my desk. "Okay," I said. "I'll go."

She clapped, and jumped in place, her breasts bouncing as she did it. I was fairly confident she was aware every time they moved, because they seemed to move a lot around me. "Yay," she exclaimed. "This can be our first official date!"

I couldn't help but smile at her. She was always direct, but always sweet, at the same time. "Yes," I laughed, "first official date it is."

......

Marcy's text that Saturday night read "I don't want to Uber. Pick me up?" I answered yes, and she sent her address. By the time I arrived, she was waiting for me on the curb outside her apartment building. She was wearing a flowing black dress, black stockings, and short black boots. Her hair was styled into bangs, and a choker wrapped around her neck. She looked good. Very good.

Her costume wasn't far off from her everyday wear, and that was fine with me. I loved her style. I rolled the passenger window down, and she threw her hands out in a "ta-da" gesture.

I nodded approvingly. "Very nice. Lydia from Beetlejuice?"

She smiled, and opened the door, climbing into the passenger seat. "Very good," she said as she shut the door. She turned to me and let out a laugh when she saw my costume. "Uncle Rick," she half-shouted.

"Nope," I said. "Doc Brown."

She frowned. "Oh. Well, I suck."

"I mean, I hope you will."

She gave me a peck on the cheek as I pulled away from the curb. "It's possible," she whispered in my ear. She stuck her tongue in for a moment, causing the hair on my neck to stand up. "It's very possible," she said with a giggle.

I had our destination in GPS, and we made a little small talk on the way there. The party was at an address just outside of town, so we talked about that, and how we didn't know who's house we were going to. Then she commented on how chilly it was outside, and wondered if there would be any real food at the party, or just snacks. I nodded my head and went along with her.

But the whole time I drove, I could only think about going up her dress. We'd only been on the road for a few minutes, when she leaned over and began kissing my neck. She spread her legs, and pulled up her dress, revealing a black lace thong. I was hard at that point, and reached over to caress her left leg with my right hand.

Her right hand was inside her panties, as she tongued my ear again. "You can go farther," she whispered.

I reached between her legs, and joined her hand as she rubbed her pussy. She was wet and warm, and I was so hard. It was becoming tough to drive. But then things got much tougher when she unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. "Mmm," she said, and then put her head in my lap, taking me into her mouth.

I lost my breath a little, and had to put both hands on the wheel to focus. It had been a long time since I'd been with anyone. I'd fantasized about Marcy for months, and it was finally happening. I decided I was steady enough, so I reached around her with my right hand, and went back to her pussy again.

She started moaning as I rubbed her, and slowly kept sucking me. She took it out of her mouth and kissed the tip. "You taste good," she whispered.

We stopped at a red light, and she kissed me, her tongue going deep into my mouth. I held her face in my hands, as she kept stroking me. When the light turned green, she went back down and shoved my cock into her mouth again.

"We're almost there," I moaned.

"Yeah?" She slurped between every word. "Already? Fuck, I'm good."

"No," I laughed, "we're almost to the party."

She took it out of her mouth again and sat up, kissing my neck. "Guess you'll have to wait," she said with a smile.

......

The house was a huge Victorian style home, and was just off a side road, at least five minutes from any neighbor. Several cars were parked out front when we arrived, and I parked on the corner, just far enough from the car in front of me. I zipped up, and stuck my phone into my pants pocket.

Marcy flipped down the mirror to reapply her lipstick. "So," she said, "not that you need to do anything. But, are you going to do anything? Like, if the opportunity presents itself?"

I watched as she worked. "As in?"

"As in sex. Like, group stuff."

"Honestly? I haven't really thought about it. I mean, I'd like to do stuff with you, of course. But the group thing would be new to me."

She stopped, and looked at me over her shoulder. "Really?"

"Really. Why, is that weird?"

"No no," she laughed, "not weird. I just thought maybe you had."

"Nah, not me." I thought about it for a moment. "I mean, I'm not against it. Plus, if random cocks come my way, I'm not sure if I'm ready for that."

She flipped the mirror back up and tossed her lipstick into her purse. She turned in her seat to face me. "Have you ever..." her voice trailed off, and she gestured toward my crotch.

"What, with a guy? I've experimented a little, but it's been a long time."

Her black lips parted into a smile as she leaned forward to kiss me. "Well," she whispered, "I get first dibs."

......

Booming techno music greeted us as we walked in, and we immediately began seeing familiar faces in the dancing crowd. Some of the costumes were good, and others not so good. I said a few hellos here and there, and so did she. The room was loud, and we began moving our way through, bumping into people as we went.

There was a good vibe in the room. Everyone was laughing, talking, and just enjoying the party. She grabbed my hand, and led me through to the kitchen. We each grabbed a black Solo cup next to a large black punch bowl and playfully toasted.

"Not bad," she said in a half-shout as she took a drink.

I drank some of my own, and agreed with a nod. I watched her as she watched the room, and I thought about the car ride over. I could've cum in her mouth earlier, but I was glad I hadn't. I wanted all of her, and waiting a bit longer wouldn't hurt me.

I kissed her cheek and ran my tongue from her earlobe down her neck. She shivered and stared at me with a smile. She winked at me, and took my hand.

"Come on," she said.

She led me back out of the kitchen and up the staircase, maneuvering us past the party-goers coming down. It was a slow process, as she stopped every couple of steps to engage in small talk. Finally we reached the top, and stared down a long hallway littered with doors on either side. The thumping music was under our feet, but still loud enough that I had to lean in to hear her when she spoke.

"Guess what I'm thinking," she said.

"The Shining?"

She nodded, and let out a spooky "oooh," as we headed for the closest door.

I spotted a box on the floor to my right, and I stopped her before she could reach for the knob. "Look," I said. The box was marked "Take One," and inside it was a pile of black domino masks. Some were covered in soft fur, some were sequined, and a few were Zorro-style, resting on the nose and tying in the back. I grabbed a plain one, and handed her a furry one.

"I mean, we're either fucking or robbing a bank," she chuckled.

"Yep," I said as we put them on. "Either way, it'll be a new experience."

Marcy went to open the door, but stopped when she read the "Sorry, Maxed Out" sign taped to it.

"Full house," I laughed.

The next door was similarly labeled as "No Room Left."

"What's the chances we can actually get a room to ourselves," I said.

"It's not looking good," she answered. She turned and frowned at me. "Are you having second thoughts about this?"

"I barely had first thoughts," I laughed. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her body close to mine. I ran my right hand down her leg, and gently nibbled on her neck. "I don't want to wait any longer," I whispered in her ear. "That's all I know."

She reached her hand down between us and felt my hard-on through my pants. "I could just take it out right here," she said. Her eyes squinted, and she opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue. I took it into my mouth and kissed her as she kept rubbing me.

I took her hand, leading her this time, and we moved to the next door. Like the first two, there was a sign. But this one read "Couples Only." My heart raced a little as I smiled at her and slowly reached for the knob. She nodded at me. "Do it," she said.

I took in a deep breath, and let it out slowly. Once I opened it, there was no going back.

......

Stay tuned for Part 2, coming soon!