When I was in college, I used to work for a company that held lingerie parties at people's homes. These parties were usually a group of wives and girlfriends, but I did do a few parties for couples, as well. I would bring catalogues and samples, and well as a variety of lingerie to model. At first, the items modeled were fairly tame, but as the evening wore on and more booze flowed I'd bring out more exotic wear. My final outfit that I closed the party with was a white satin teddy, with lace panties. I would wear black spike heels, and top it off with a short black and red satin cape, that was down past my rear. It amazed me how many of those I sold, especially at couple's parties! As the show was over, I would usually just grab my gym bag, and walk to my car dressed in the teddy and cape. A short drive home, and I was done for the evening.
One party, when it was over, I was done all right, but before I even got to my car! It was a Halloween night party, and it started after the trick-or-treaters had called it a night. I had just concluded the party, and was walking to my car, again in teddy and cape. This party was held at an apartment complex, and I was parked some distance away. I wasn't too worried, however, as it was very late, and it seemed I was alone. It was another typical warm Southern California night, and my cape flitted and billowed as I walked, and my heels clicked on the pavement. I secretly enjoyed this time after a party, as I was pretty turned on by all the festivities, and being dressed very provocatively in public was very tantalizing!
As I turned a corner, I almost bumped into three young men, who were sitting on a bench, looking like they were just hanging out. In less than a second, they were on their feet, and as the shock wore off, I realized I was in a predicament. They tried to surround me, and I turned my back to a low wall, so they couldn't get behind me.
"You don't look like a trick to me," one said, "I think you're a treat!"
"Nice costume." another commented.
"Don't even think it," I warned. I don't think I sounded convincing though, as I knew I probably would lose this one. Outnumbered and vulnerable, I dropped my bag. I reached back with both hands to collect my cape around me, and as I did so, I was unable to stop the hand that reached out and grabbed my 34C breast. I closed my eyes and stiffened as he grabbed and fondled my breast. Part of me was very scared that they would hurt me, and I let out a small whimper. The other part of me was getting turned on with the excitement of raw sex.
Both of my arms were grabbed roughly, and I was dragged stumbling across the walk to a small picnic area in the complex. The force on my arms bent me over the table, and I felt hands reach up my teddy, and rub my butt and my crotch. Another couple of hands held me in position by the neck, and my arms were released. The hands on my ass reached inside my panties, tickling my lower lips and tugging at my pubic hair. My breathing began to increase, and I moaned slowly as the fingers in my panties wiggled against my clit. I became lost in the sensations, and relaxed my arms and back. The fight was leaving me, quickly!