[non consent; reluctance; exhib, oral]
Fresh out of high school, at the ripe old age of eighteen, I remember hurrying down the local town parade route immediately after the holiday parade. The mayor had decreed that the street, all six blocks of it, would be officially known as HALLOWEEN STREET for the twenty-four-hour duration. I was headed for the biggest, well only, costume shop in town. My new girlfriend insisted I find some racy outfit since she found my Tarzan mockup unacceptable.
When she showed me
her
costume was my old orange T-shirt which she had 'modified' by sewing in large pumpkin-like padding under the sides, having me add dark orange strips and, most importantly
cutting out
two large triangle eyes, an inverted triangle nose and a broad, sparsely toothed mouth, I understood. She weighed down the hem slightly with a plastic hoop to 'hold the bottom rounded', so she said. The result was that the upper tips of the eyes were centered just above her nipples so nipples and half of each breast were easily visible.
She gave me an inadvertent preview of how lusty that would be when her nipples hardened and extended past the shirt. After checking the mirror, she decided to expand the eyes because, "I have to sew up the edges so they don't look frayed." Since I knew better than to contradict her rationalizing her flashing, I chose to just enjoy the show with everyone else. The thought made my dick tingle.
When she carefully cut out the extra large mouth, my dick swelled. The bottom of the mouth touched the bottom hoop of the shirt and the crooked, happy, gaping smile was at clit level. As she twirled for the mirror, her pubes, clit and denuded, swollen pussy were clearly visible! Though not sure if I wanted her to be publicly bare assed under the shirt, my dick voted a firm yea! For better or worse, she found orange-dyed panties to put on. Even standing tall and still, her camel toe was visible below the shirt hem. Dickie throbbed again. Our
adult p-p-party
would be an UPstanding success no matter what the others wore.
Still aroused by ribald anticipation, I wondered how I could modify my Tarzan breechcloth to mimic my girl's exposure. On the way to the costume shop, I decided to forego wearing anything under the dual flap loincloth just so 'me Tarzan, swing!' From half a block away, I saw the lovely, sexy form of a beautiful, shapely woman swaying toward me. Her pretty face barely registered since I was stuck on her shapely, toned, bare thighs and how her lusty hips swayed beneath her slim waist. Wow! What a knockout. My horny, stiff dick agreed and tented my slacks. Hey, it's Halloween, I decided I could let it stick out and blatantly compliment her.
As we converged, I shifted some of my attention to her beautiful face. She looked familiar. We both stopped and stared open-mouthed as we said our names in chorus. This was my eighth-grade teacher. She was always pretty to me, but when, how did she get so
