A Halloween party? God, I never knew what to wear to those things. My new 'partner' Jim just invited me to one his famous Halloween bashes. He told me I would love the guest list and I should dress up for the occasion. I almost balked at the idea but when he mentioned Deanna's name my tune changed instantly. I soon found myself at the local spook shop and ran through the gamut of costumes. Forget the whole mask deal as that gave you nothing but a sweaty face and a rash. I was also getting a little tired of the camouflage army guy thing. I finally decided on the Zorro getup. I had to admit that with my little goatee I just grew I looked quite dashing in it. Maybe I could actually score for real. In any case I figured it would be better than staying home and handing out candy. The only bitch was having to drive two hours in my costume. I smelled payback already.
I got there late, about eleven or so. Jim had told me that his partygoers had some earlier functions to attend and they wouldn't hit his house until after ten. Well, they were there now. Talk about sweet! Jim laughed at me and shrugged his shoulders at 'forgetting' to tell me that this would be an exclusive 'models only' party. Although they all looked quite young Jim assured me that they were all over 19 years old. My eyes scanned the room: an Indian princess, a slinky Sheena of the jungle, a very vampy vampiress to name a few. The costumes these girls wore may have concealed their identity but not much else. Jim, or should I say Grim Jim Reaper, introduced me as his 'location' assistant from the boonies. He told them he wouldn't be surprised if they all found their way out to my house for a shoot at some point. Geez, I don't think I was going to push too hard for part of the 'business' with all the perks that might be coming my way. Much to my dismay, however, I found all the girls paired up, including an incredible Britney Spears clone.
Jen, as she was introduced to me, had the pigtails, schoolgirl dress, patent leather shoes, the whole nine yards. Boy, I'd love to keep her after school. She was hot and she knew it too. If I thought Angel was the type to put her nose up at me, this girl gave me the once over and I knew that would be the last attention of hers I got all night, unless, of course, I ignored her. I didn't care if I got to talk with her as long as I got to check out those firm little legs and maybe, since her dress was quite short a shot of her little ass if she bent just right. I had a knack of being in the right place at the right time for such things. I met Jim's wife Helen, as she handed me a glass of something and kindly asked me if I were over 21. I tipped my hat and bowed to her. I wasn't quite sure what she was dressed up to be, I imagine something left over from the fifties. She cooed at my gallantry.
I made my way in and was inundated with fifty questions from Helen. It would figure that she would be the only one showering attention on me. That was okay, I never liked to be the center attraction anyway. Something was missing though. Helen answered that quickly when she said, "It's so good you made it, Deanna was hoping you would. She thinks you're just the sweetest guy!" I blinked in surprise. "She's here?"
"Oh yeah, she'll be down in a few." So Deanna thought I was the sweetest thing. Talk about a guilt trip. My mind briefly returned to the moment when her leg lay over me, my cock deep inside her, my hand roaming from breast to breast, her hips grinding slowly and her soft semi-conscious moans. I don't think I ever came as much as I did that night. I knew then and thereafter that the next time, if any, she would not only be awake but she would be the one to guide my cock inside her. What better night than tonight.
I headed over to stake out a spot near the snack table. From there I could get a good perspective on the whole scene. Jim's house was quite large and people milled from one room to the next, though the main gist of partiers was here in the den. I took more than a one eye over our little Jen. She seemed quite cozy next to her Freddy Kruegar boyfriend. I had to laugh to myself as Dustin or whatever his name was already had the Freddy mask yanked up on top of his head. Those latex masks are cool for the few minutes you can wear them. I wondered if he even managed to get a little bit of that hot little number. And however long she made him wait for it Ill bet it was worth it. All the bitchiness in the world melts away once they have a hard cock being rammed inside them. Better yet, get her to stop yapping about herself by giving her mouth a job to do on your cock. Speaking of cocks, mine was already growing. But never fear, Zorro's long black cape can cover even the largest of hardons.
"How'd you like if we brought her first up your place for a shoot?" Jim whispered as he grabbed my shoulders. All I could do was smile and say "Oh baby". Jim laughed and said, "You mean 'oh baby, BABY'" I grinned at him and asked what the hell I was drinking. "A special Halloween mixture." I looked at him. "Not that kind of mixture. It's Helen's special brew" He filled me up and wandered off. I took a drink. Not too bad. I turned around to head into the kitchen and whom should I run directly into?
I thought the place was hot when I saw the rest, but I had yet to see the best. Fishnets ran from her toes up her never ending legs finally disappearing under the tiniest of black skirts. A sexy low-cut top, bare (very kissable) shoulders, long black gloves, lace apron and cap, her hair tied in a bun with a few long golden curls dangling perfectly upon her shoulders, gorgeous eyes with mile long lashes, and of course a smile to die for. Deanna looked at me for only a second before she recognized me. "Hey You!" She chirped and gave me a big hug. "I love your costume. Have you come to save the day?"
