Halloween is a great time of year. Grown-ups get to play dress up, and more importantly get to wear masks. I dont know what it is about masks, but inhibitions seem to disappear when the masks go on.
Last Halloween, I was invited to a neighbors costume party. I could hardly wait, but it was a busy time for me. Party night came, and I hadnt even thought about a costume. Not deterred, I remembered all the last minute costumes I had ever rushed to invent, pirate, hobo, recovering alcoholic (ok, I just came in my regular clothes), and then I remember that film classic, Animal House. Toga, Toga, Toga. Nothing says Halloween like near nudity!
I stopped after work to pick up a mask. I just grabbed a basic mask in black. At home, I pulled out an old white sheet and an old tie. The big debate followed, underwear or commando? Not wishing to be shunned by the neighborhood and not knowing the neighbors that well, I wimped out. At least I picked black bikini briefs. Maybe a little scandal wouldnt hurt.
I wrapped the sheet around me, dr*ped it over my shoulder and tied it at my waist with the tie, the hem at mid-thigh. I put on the mask and checked myself out. Not bad, I thought, Skin without obscenity. The outfit screamed Party. I grabbed a couple of wine bottles for the host and headed down the street
The outside of the party house had the right amount of spooky lights, fake cobwebs and foam tombstones. The doorbell chimed a creepy tune and the person who answered the door was the obligatory Dracula in cape and fangs. I was ushered in and introduced by first name to many other first names. Some were neighbors, some were unknown to me, and some didnt remove their masks, so I still dont know. I grabbed a drink and wandered into the room with the blaring music, black light and dancers.
I stood on the side watching the crowd bounce to the music . . . and I mean bounce. These guys were wearing the costumes that made Halloween so popular with me; kitty cats (or is that pussy cats) in black tights with very low necklines barely containing a variety of lovely breasts, a couple of French maids with legs all the way up (Oui! Oui!), several in bondage attire with varying degrees of coverage, guys in leather wear, guys in drag, and even a girl in gangster drag.
I like my neighbors.
A petite young lady in Elvira attire (but a short, short skirt), long black hair and a red mask stepped up beside me and handed me a tequila shot. She downed one of her own and motioned for me to do the same. A gentleman always obliges. She reached up and placed a slice of lime between my lips. Her hand and forearm continued to rest on my chest as she turned to watch the dancers.
I tried discreetly to figure out who this lovely lady was. She was only about 52 and I am 6, and as I peeked down at her, I got view of a beautiful swell of breast in the plunging neckline of her costume. She caught me looking. She smiled and shifted to give me a better view. She was a nice C cup with big round and brown nipples. I wanted to bend down and suck them right there
She pulled me down and cupped her mouth to speak in my ear. Here alone? she asked. I nodded.
Im Nina, I came with friends, she said, and then I like your costume. Its easy access.
Not certain what she said, I gave her a quizzical look. Then I felt her hand slide up my thigh to my ass.
Youre going to have to lose these, she said.
I think I blushed, but I definitely nodded yes. I guess a lady always obliges, too, because her hand slipped into the waistband and began to pull my briefs down.
Alarmed, I looked around to see who was watching. I realized all eyes were on the dance floor, and we were in the shadows at the edge of the room. I slid my legs apart and let the under wear drop to the floor. She smiled. Thats better, she said, and caressed my ass.
I downed the remainder of my drink (the first one) and set the glass on the shelf behind me. I put my arm around her, and we turned slightly to get a better look at each other. Her hand never left my ass. My dick was at full attention and making a tent in my toga. She looked down and then pulled me to her. My cock was pressing into her firm and flat midsection. Ah, she said, Thats the reaction I was looking for.
She took her hand from my ass and grabbed my cock. Her hand was small but her grip was firm. She stroked from belly to crown. Nice she said, I like your size, big enough to make me squeal, but not too big.
I swallowed hard and mumbled something. I think I said thank you.
Nina tugged at my cock and said Follow me. I looked at her with fright in my eyes. I thought she was going to drag me through the room by my dick.
She must have understood, because she laughed, and with a twinkle in her eye, let go of my erection and grabbed my hand. She walked me across the room and into a hallway. I watched her ass closely as she pulled me along. Her dress barely covered her, and I wished it didnt. Her ass was a perfect little heart shape under the material and it looked so inviting. Her legs were tanned and firm and covered with black spiderweb fishnets and apparently a black garter belt.
We wandered into the master bedroom and then into the bath. Nina pushed me against the wall and dropped to her knees. She lifted my toga and grabbed my cock. She licked the tip of my cock with the tip of her tongue. She ran her tongue around the base of the head, and then down the shaft to her hand. She sucked the head into her mouth and stroked with her hand. Her other hand grabbed my ass, her fingers in the crack and brushing the rim of my asshole.