"Wow I love your costume!"
Michelle turned her head in the direction of the voice. A buxom brunette in skin tight pleather pants, a black lacey bra and some sort of harness and horns was smiling slyly at her, waiting for her to receive the compliment. She smiled at this curvy beauty.
"Thank you, I love yours too! What are you, like a dominatrix devil?"
The mystery brunette tilted her head to the side, eying the blonde gypsy up and down, sizing her up, "Yea something like that..."
The blonde dressed as a gypsy had curves like her, and she was tall like her. It was nice to find another tall curvaceous woman out at a Halloween bash like this one, amid all the younger skinny college girls, underdeveloped in their store-bought skimpy costumes.
The blonde looked like she wanted to say something else but didn't know what, so the brunette leaned in closer and said something to put her at ease.
"Can you read my fortune? What do you see for me?"
The blonde tilted her head back and laughed. When she tossed her head back she caught sight of the full moon and felt a zing through her whole body. She leaned in even closer to the gorgeous brunette. Her makeup was perfect, and she had on a creamy lip gloss that smelled good. She wondered if it tasted good too.
"I see power in your future.... Spontaneity. Passion."
She wasn't sure where those words came from but she spoke them with confidence, fully leaning into her Gypsy seer persona. Maybe she was actually speaking to herself with that reading.
The dominatrix devil went in for a swift hug - they were already standing so close anyways. It felt like the most natural thing in the world, two close girlfriends, leaning into each other on loud night out, sharing their appreciation and delight for each other. Just one beautiful woman recognizing her counterpart in another. It felt comfortable, like they'd done it a million times, but It also felt like something else too. Electrifying.
The blonde pulled back first.
"Well... see you in there!"
She turned back to her friends and the devil was left to her drink and her devices. Had Michelle not had her back turned, she would've seen the lust in her new friend's eyes, as she followed the curve of her lower back down to her plump and pert ass.
This was the first time in a while Michelle had been out since having the baby. And she had finally lost the last 20 pounds, so she was happy to say she felt sexy and happy in her body again. She felt like she had her hourglass shape again.
And she loved getting compliments from other curvy, beautiful women much more than getting them from men. When a compliment came from another beautiful woman, it had more weight. It was as if they were all part of this exclusive club - two members of the beautiful women VIP club.
One hour, one edible, and one set of dancing later, Michelle excused herself from her friends to go to the bathroom. Remembering the secret plush bathroom in the back of the venue, she set off to get a little reprieve and fluff her costume.
She took the funky little staircase in the back up the 6 steps and around to the corner to the powder room on the second floor. The venue was sometimes used as a performance space and open mic, so this small private bathroom was often used as a dressing room, with its plush velvet chaise lounge set up across from the wall of sinks and oversized mirrors. The mood lighting was a milky orange hue, like just enough candlelight to see.
No one was in the girl's room as she turned to lock the door. She then lifted her Gypsy skirt, kicked off her shoes and wiggled out of her ripped up fishnet stockings, dabbing herself dry and reveling in the refreshing cool breeze on her legs. She lifted one leg onto the velvet couch and posed, admiring her long, freshly shaved slender leg in the mirror.
What was it about dim lighting that makes you feel so damn sexy? That coupled with the rush of getting lost inside a costume, losing yourself in your character for the night, she felt like she was just beginning to reclaim her feminine power.
She was a mother now, so she was still figuring out how to be both maternal and sexual. Her husband had all but abandoned the sexual side of her. Once she had asked him to lick her a few months after the baby was born, after not receiving any oral for the entire pregnancy...
She stared at herself in the mirror. That was a disappointing memory. He had turned her down, saying he wanted to be in the mood and spring it on her rather than be asked. She could understand that. Passion. Spontaneity.
She had wanted exactly those two things from him in the moment, not rejection and a promise for another time. The longer they'd been together, the less and less he had taken the time to really pleasure her. Gone were the days when he used to lick her until she came, stiffening with every pluck of his tongue. He used to stop in the middle of a lovemaking session and lick her vigorously until she shook with pleasure. He used to love to lick her, to suck her clit harder and harder until she cried out, clutching his head hard as she bucked her hips in her wild orgasm.
Without realizing it, she was slowly creeping her hand down and under her panties, circling her curious pussy with two fingers, staring wantonly at her own reflection. She let her strap fall from her shoulder as she sat down and slowly leaned back on the chaise lounge, spreading her legs a little bit wider.
Her reflection stared back at her. She looked sexy and not at all like herself - or the woman she had been lately. Her right nipple started to peek out the top of her shirt as she continued to circle her clitoris slowly... all of a sudden, she stopped.
What am I doing? Get it together, Michelle. She straightened up and gave herself one last nod in the mirror. Get back out there and have fun. With that, she turned to leave, unlocking and pushing the heavy door back into the hallway. She ran right into the dominatrix devil.
"Oh! It's you!"
"It's you."
She stood alone in the small dimly light hallway. Michelle instinctively took a step back, beckoning the brunette to come into the bathroom with her. Besides, women went to the loo all the time with girlfriends - and this woman was her newest friend.
Without missing a beat, the buxom brunette took a step through the door and locked it behind her. In the next moment she had her hands on the blonde's face and in her hair, kissing her urgently.
It happened so fast, and yet it happened in slow motion. In one fluid motion she walked in, locked the door, took a step towards her, and opened her mouth to her. She tasted like liquor and cherries and her tongue was soft and pink.
After a couple of slow open kisses, Michelle started to really open her mouth wide to this mystery sex magnet. They sucked and rubbed their tongues together in a way that made her stomach flip over and her pussy tingle and throb. She had forgotten how much she loved deep kissing.
"I wanted to do that since I first saw you."
"I think I did too... I just didn't know it yet."
