It was Halloween and she had been invited to a party. This wasn't unusual, however what was unusual was that she didn't know who had arranged this party or who had invited her. She and a few other people she knew had received an invitation to attend a costume Halloween party on the outskirts of the town inside the ruins of an old church. It sounded like the sort of party she might enjoy and had arranged to go with a few friends.
When deciding the costumes she had struggled with a choice this year. In the past she had been a naughty witch, horned (and horny) devil and cat but this year, the setting seemed to call for something a little bit naughtier. She had been without sex for so long she was really hoping to hook up with someone at this party. She picked a nun's outfit. Short hem, just above the knee and low cut with plenty of her amazing cleavage exposed.
The night of the party came round and she got a lift with one of her friends, the nun's habit riding up her thighs to show off a lot of her legs. She had picked one of her hottest bras that pushed up her amazing 38e tits into the front of the costume but in a very naughty moment she left her panties at home.
She arrived at the party along with about a hundred other people all in costumes and started looking round. The setting was amazing. Large ruined stone walls, still with the arches with the DJ booth set up next to what looked like an ancient stone altar. Rachel walked round to the bar set up in one of the archways. She got a large vodka and then made her way to the dancers.
As she walked over she noticed several people watching her, the sway of her hips and her large breasts tightly confined. As she smiled back at them she noticed one guy in particular. Taller than here by a good few inches, short brown hair, mesmerising green eyes that followed her around the ruins. He wore what looked alike a tailored blood red suit and had small red horns poking out from amongst his short, styled hair. He smiled at her as she started swaying to the music, a smile that conveyed arrogance and confidence that reflected his stance staring at her. She tried to put him out of her mind and concentrated on having a good time.
She danced the rest of the night, drinking and chatting with her friends. There were a few guys she danced with and teased but none seemed to have the naughty confidence she was looking for. As she looked round she saw the guy in red again, always there in the corner of her eye. Instead of getting annoyed or freaked out by his attention she felt that familiar wetness between her legs as she turned to face him.
He smiled at her and nodded towards the large stone altar near the DJ booth. She grinned back at him and made her way around the crowd and up the stone steps at the side. There was a strange buzz in the air, she could feel her arousal building, something about those eyes drew her as she looked at him. He was stood up next to the stone altar and held his hand out to her.
Puzzled at why she was doing this she slowly ascended the steps up to him. She looked out over the crowd, a few had turned to look their way. He took a step behind her and she felt his hands slide over her hips. She tried to turn to look at him but felt her body responding sluggishly. It was too hard to turn her head or body. She kept staring out at the crowd, noticing more of them looking her way as she felt the strangers hands slide down to the hem of her habit. She was stood behind the ancient altar with the crowd in front so they couldn't see what his hands were doing but she still felt uncomfortable.
She tried to tell him to stop but felt her tongue freeze, she couldn't say anything. The stranger pushed her right up to the altar and she felt herself lean forwards, bracing her forearms on the cool stone, the growing number of people staring at her could see her amazing cleavage. She blushed, unable to move from this position as she felt him walk behind her and raise the habit above her hips leaving her naked from the waist down.
