Samantha couldn't help but smile as she twirled in front of the mirror, her costume swaying around her. The sequins shimmered in the light, catching her eye and drawing attention to all the right places. She had put so much effort into this costume, wanting to make sure she looked her best for the Halloween party tonight.
She had spent weeks preparing, hitting the gym daily to tone her already fit body, and meticulously picking out each item of clothing and accessory. And it had all paid off. She felt like a goddess in her costume.
As she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel a little bit naughty. The corset hugged her body tightly, emphasizing her curves in a way that made her feel powerful and sexy. The short skirt left little to the imagination, but she loved the way it showed off her toned thighs.
Samantha ran her hands over the corset, feeling the coolness of the sequins under her fingertips. She couldn't resist giving her cleavage a little squeeze, admiring the way the push-up effect lifted and separated her breasts.
As she glanced down, she noticed the black lacy panties peeking out from under the skirt. They were just as sexy as the rest of the outfit, and she couldn't help but feel a little bit daring wearing them in public.
Samantha's hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded down her back, adding to the overall sultry look of her costume. She had gone all out with her makeup, emphasizing her striking green eyes with smoky eyeshadow and thick black eyeliner.
She slipped on a pair of black high heels, admiring how they made her legs look even longer and more toned. As she walked around the room, she couldn't help but feel a little bit like a model, strutting down the runway in her sexy costume. Samantha stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her skirt, and hiking it up to reveal the curve of her ass. The fabric hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating every curve of her body. As she admired her reflection, she couldn't help but think back to last week when she had tried on the outfit for her husband.
She remembered the way he had looked at her with hunger in his eyes, the way his hands had roamed over her body, and how he had torn the outfit off of her in a frenzy. His desire had been palpable, and she had been unable to resist his advances. The memory of his raw passion still made her pulse race with excitement.
Her mind wandered back to the start of their encounter, and she vividly recalled the way he had started with a sloppy facefuck, almost uncontrollable in his intensity. She had been caught off guard by his sudden aggression, but the pleasure had been too intense to resist. He had savored it, taking his time as he explored every inch of her mouth and throat with his length, and she had eagerly submitted to him, moaning with pleasure as she took him to new heights of ecstasy.
And then, as if sensing her need, he had shifted his focus and pounded into her lustfully, pumping her full of his seed. She had been powerless to resist him, unable to do anything but moan and writhe beneath him as he claimed her body again and again.
A shiver ran down Samantha's spine as she recalled the intensity of their lovemaking, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for him. She wanted to feel his body pressed against hers, to be taken by him in every way possible. But she knew that she had to be patient, and wait for the right moment to satisfy her cravings.
As she made her way down the stairs, she saw her neighbor, a slightly handsome older man who worked with her husband, waiting for her. The moment his eyes fell on her, he was struck speechless. Samantha felt a thrill of excitement run through her, and she decided to tease him a bit. Samantha felt the fabric of her new outfit clinging to her curves as she walked towards Jim. She saw his eyes follow her every move, and she couldn't resist teasing him. She turned around slowly, her skirt twirling around her hips, and gave him a view of her tight ass.
When she stopped in front of him, she leaned in and ran her fingers over his chest. She could feel his heart beating faster under her touch, and a thrill of excitement ran through her. She pressed her body closer to his, letting him feel the warmth of her skin, and looked up at him through her lashes.
With a playful grin, she thrust her chest out, giving him a full view of her cleavage. Her breasts were barely contained by the low-cut top, and she knew the effect it would have on him. She licked her lips and asked in a seductive tone, "What do you think, Jim? Do you like my outfit?" Jim was speechless, his eyes glued to her chest. Samantha took a step closer, relishing the effect she was having on him. She leaned in closer, her lips inches from his ear, and whispered, "You know, my husband loved it when I tried it on for him last week."
Jim swallowed hard, his eyes darting around nervously. Samantha knew that she was pushing his boundaries, but she couldn't help herself. She enjoyed the attention and the power that came with it.
Samantha spun around, her back to him, and cocked a hip, giving him a full view of her black lacy panties under the short skirt. The fabric of her skirt clung to her curves, accentuating her figure. She knew exactly how to move to catch his attention. She turned her head slightly to look at him over her shoulder, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
"Do you like how you can see my panties under the skirt when I move?" she asked, her voice low and teasing. She knew the answer, of course. She could feel the heat radiating off him, his eyes boring into her. She swayed her hips back and forth, causing the lacy fabric to peek out from under her skirt with each movement.
Samantha ran her hand over her thigh, slowly inching it up towards the hem of her skirt. She could feel the cool air against her skin as the skirt rode up, exposing more of her lacy underwear. Her movements were slow and deliberate, as she savored the moment of anticipation.
"You like what you see, don't you?" Samantha said, her voice dripping with confidence. She turned fully to face him, her hands now resting on her hips. She could see the bulge growing in his pants, a clear indication of his desire.
Jim's eyes widened at her boldness, and he cleared his throat nervously. "I-I, um, I think we should, uh, wait outside for the car," he stuttered, taking a step back.
But Samantha was having too much fun teasing him. She turned around, a wicked smile on her face, and said, "Oh, come on, Jim. You can't tell me you're not a little bit turned on by all of this." She gestured to her revealing outfit, twirling around again.
Jim's eyes flickered with desire, but he still looked nervous. "I-I shouldn't be looking at you like that. You're married, and, um, so am I," he stammered.
Samantha closed the distance between them, her hand lightly touching his chest. "But that doesn't mean we can't have a little bit of fun, does it?" she whispered, her lips just inches from his. As Jim moved in to kiss her, Samantha playfully turned away, placing her hands on the coffee table and bending over. She arched her back, emphasizing the curve of her hips and the roundness of her ass. "Do you like how my skirt looks like this?" she asked, her voice low and sultry.
Jim was at a loss for words, his eyes hungrily devouring the sight before him. Samantha reached back and flipped her skirt up, revealing the lacy underwear she had on underneath. "Or do you like it like this?" she purred, smirking as she slapped her own cheek, the sound echoing in the room.
Jim's eyes widened at the sudden sound, and he watched in awe as the flesh of her cheek rippled from the impact. The view of her ass, now fully exposed, was too much for him to resist. He stepped closer and ran his hands over the smooth skin, squeezing it and causing her to gasp in pleasure.
Samantha moaned softly, her body responding to his touch. She shifted her weight, pushing her ass further out towards him. "You like that, don't you?" she whispered, her voice dripping with desire. Jim continued to caress Samantha's curves, his fingers tracing the lace edges of her panties as she remained bent over the coffee table. "You're being very naughty," Samantha teased, looking back at him with a sultry grin.
Samantha shivered with pleasure at his touch, but she couldn't help but caution him. "Just remember, as long as you stay over the fabric, it's okay to touch me," she reminded him with a smirk.
Jim nodded, his hands continuing their explorations over her body. Samantha moaned softly, enjoying the feel of his touch through the thin fabric of her underwear. Samantha was lost in the sensation of Jim's touch, her eyes closed as he continued to explore her body through the fabric of her black lace panties. She let out a soft moan as he rubbed her folds with his thumb, the pleasure building inside of her.
But suddenly, there was a ripping sound, and the fabric of her underwear gave way. Samantha gasped as Jim's thumb plunged into her, the sudden intrusion sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
"Oh, fuck," she moaned, arching her back and pushing back against him. "That feels so good."
Jim didn't need any more encouragement. He slid his thumb in and out of her, his other hand gripping her hip tightly as he leaned in to kiss the back of her neck.
Samantha's fingers dug into the edge of the coffee table, her body trembling with pleasure. "God, Jim," she breathed. "Don't stop."
He didn't stop. He kept moving his thumb in and out of her, his other hand sliding around to cup her breast, thumbing her hard nipple through the fabric of her costume as he continued to work her, his thumb and fingers bringing her to the brink of orgasm.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She collapsed onto the coffee table, panting and gasping for air, her body slick with sweat. Her ass was up high in the air, presented to Jim, and she felt his hands on both of her cheeks, spreading them apart. Suddenly, she felt the wetness of his tongue against her folds, and she jerked at the sensation.
"Oh god," she moaned, her body trembling with pleasure as he continued to lick and tease her. Her mind was lost in the sensations, her body completely at the mercy of Jim's skilled mouth. As Jim's tongue worked its magic, Samantha's back arched, and she let out a series of moans and gasps, her fingers clawing at the table as her body was wracked with pleasure. The slick sounds of his mouth and her wetness mixed together filled the air, making her feel even more aroused.
Samantha's legs trembled as Jim reached up and started to rub her clit, the combination of his tongue and fingers driving her closer and closer to the edge. Her body was a live wire of sensation, her breathing ragged and uneven as she felt herself getting closer and closer to orgasm.
