I have a whole series of these stories written. They work pretty well as stand alone stories, all revolving around Tucker Sims and his porn studio, but some things will make more sense if you read them in the order they were posted. I hope you enjoy them. As usual, the people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen.
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Ginger Returns
Halloween in Linda's suburban neighborhood was a big-time affair. Over the years All Hallows' Eve had become a lot like Christmas, with houses decorated as much or even more than that winter holiday. The quiet safety of the neighborhood attracted people from the city. They drove their kids there, parked their cars and walked the placid, criss-crossing streets, knocking on the doors of well kept homes in search of the perfect piece of candy. There were parties too, many for the kids, but some for the adults. Linda's best friend Nancy threw one every year, strictly for grownups, with free-flowing cocktails and gourmet snacks.
A month before the big shindig, when Linda started thinking about a costume to wear, it happened to be just three weeks after her life-changing experience at Tucker's studio. Being filmed fucking a man, and having it posted on a website for anyone to see, had fundamentally changed the way Linda thought about sex and sexuality. That new thinking changed the way she dressed, and it most certainly changed the way she thought about Halloween costumes.
At all of Nancy's Halloween parties, and a few of the others Linda had been to, there was at least one bold, daring woman who wore a skimpy, sexy costume. It was usually a sexy nurse or sexy librarian, or maybe a French maid or a Marilyn Monroe. The men always ogled, and the more conservative women clucked and gossiped. Linda was always on the conservative side of the equation, but this time would be different. She felt sexier than she ever had in her life, and she was ready to shock a few people.
She went to the fabric store and bought two yards of shiny black fabric. She got out her old sewing machine and fashioned a cape — a long, narrow one that would just cover the back of her, from her shoulders all the way to the floor. She got fancy and made arm holes to hold it on, and a tall, stand-up collar. Under the cape she would flaunt her newfound sexuality and wear lingerie, all of it newly bought, just for the occasion.
Nancy was a little concerned about her friend. She'd noticed the changes in Linda's personality since the porn making incident, and whenever she asked about her costume for the party Linda wouldn't tell her anything. "Oh, it's gonna be fun!" was all she'd say, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Fun, Nancy wondered? Ever since the porn, she'd seen Linda gardening blatantly bra-less in her front yard; she'd seen her wearing short shorts; she'd seen her in the short shorts
and
bra-less at the supermarket. She'd even seen her taking the mail from the young mailman at her door one day in nothing but a little bra and panties. And now it was Halloween. Sexy costumes were all the rage. Nancy was worried.
The night of the party rolled around. It was a Friday, the night before Halloween. Nancy and Bill's house was decorated with orange lights; fake cobwebs were in the shrubbery, and a smoke machine made a knee-deep fog across their front steps and walkway. Linda watched from her house as people arrived. Normally she would have walked over early to help out, but she knew Nancy would protest in horror at her skimpy costume, so she was waiting until there was a house full. She wanted to make an entrance.
Nancy texted Linda.
Were are you? Are you coming?
Yes. Be over soon. Luv you,
Linda texted back.
"Oh God," Nancy muttered.
"What's the matter?" Bill asked.
"Linda," she said, shaking her head. "I've got a bad feeling about this. Brace yourself."
"Is she all right?"
"Not in the head she's not. There may be skin involved."
"Really!" Bill said, smiling. "What's gotten into her lately?"
"So you've noticed have you?" Nancy said, playfully accusatory.
"Kinda hard not to," Bill smirked.
"Men!" Nancy said quietly, shaking her head as she wandered off to mingle with her guests.
Linda looked out her bedroom window at two more cars pulling up across the street, and two other couples arriving on foot. Looks like most everybody's there, she thought, so she went to her full length mirror to look herself over one last time. She'd gone to the hair salon earlier in the day to have her new haircut spruced up. The highlighted bright red color that had been turning heads for over a month looked fabulous, and was sexy as hell with her black and red costume. She ran her fingers through the soft bed-head clumps, marveling once again at the way the modern long bob cut took ten years off of her. She couldn't help but smile at her own sexiness. Sixty-three-year-old women just aren't supposed to look that good.
It wasn't just the way the hair looked that made her smile. Not by a long shot. Her eyes drifted down to the bottom of the mirror, and back up. Blood-red high heeled shoes, with sexy straps around her ankles. Black, lace-top fishnet stockings in a cobweb design. A blood-red garter belt holding them up. Black satin panties that were a little too thin and a little too tight to disguise her puffy pussy lips. She'd been working hard on her yoga ever since her night at Tucker's, and her smooth, flat stomach showed it. Her eyes drifted up, to the black satin bra, which, like her panties, made it pretty clear what was happening underneath. Her nipples hardened as she watched. "Oh my God!" she said quietly as she observed the spectacle. She laughed nervously. It made her tits jiggle beautifully, and she laughed again. She knew she'd be doing a lot of laughing at the party, and the thought of her tits jiggling like
that
in front of all the men gave her goosebumps. She straightened the necklace around her neck — a string of small silver spiderwebs with black widow spiders made out of silver and ruby-red jewels — and she adjusted the collar of the shiny black cape she'd made, so it stood up nicely, like a Dracula she'd seen in a movie. The cape hung all the way to the floor, and it covered her just how she'd hoped, mostly down her back, so all of the front of her was on wonderful display.
"Yes," she said to her reflection. "Time to go."
It was a pitch-black night, with no moonlight. She waited by her tall hedge for a car to pass and walked confidently across the dark street in all her nearly naked glory. The forty-five degree temperature had her nipples standing proud, and every square inch of her skin erupted in goosebumps again. She walked into her friend's house without knocking.
"Now we're gettin' somewhere!" a male voice said. The noisy party got noticeably quieter.
"Good God!"
Linda recognized her best friends voice and braced for the worst. The noise level ramped-up again as people started buzzing. Nervous laughter, men saying things they shouldn't, their wives quietly scolding them. Linda loved it. She did her best to hold back the laughter that she wanted to let out.
"You are
insane!
" Nancy said quietly as she swept her big Gone With The Wind gown in front of Linda, blocking her from everyone's view. "Have to lost your mind?"
Linda knew the look on Nancy's face. She was saying one thing but meaning another. Linda smiled.
"You little shit!" Nancy laughed, shaking her head. "All right, lets get a drink. I knew I'd need one when I saw you."
They waked into the kitchen where Bill was mixing cocktails. A passel of men were gathered around the make-shift bar.
"Two Margaritas bar keep," Nancy said to her husband. "Strong ones."
"Linda! I never thought a vampire would brighten up the joint, but you sure do!" Bill said, with a wide-eyed gaze and a big smile.
"Down boy!" Nancy said. "The rest of you guys might as well get your comments outta the way. What do you think, does she win the costume contest? Not bad for an old girl, huh?"
"Damn straight!" a Lone Ranger said enthusiastically. "My wife didn't hear that, did she?" he said, craning his neck to look toward the living room. All the men laughed nervously.
"No Mike, you're safe," Nancy said. "Careful though you horndogs. We don't want any trouble here tonight."
"Here ya go you Devil," Bill said as he handed Linda her drink. "Extra strong."
"And
mine
?" Nancy said. "I can see who gets the service around here."
