My family puts on a Christmas party every year. This year, it was to be a costume party, and no one was allowed inside, unless dressed for the occasion. I was going as a young Mrs. Claus. My sexy short skirt, with its white fur trim, red velvet and wide, shiny black leather belt. I had the cutest black boots, and black thigh high stockings. I had dyed my hair the evening before, a gorgeous shade of coppery red. I even had twinkling green contacts to complete the ensemble! No one would recognize me, with my fur lined, red velvet mask. I planned to get lucky at this party, and purposely did not wear any panties with my short skirt. Easy access!
A few days before the party, I received a gift, a small package was left on the doorstep of my condo. I opened the gift card attached, and it said,
Merry Christmas! Wear this to your parent's party. Do not turn it on, I'll do that.. Love, Santa!
The package contained a strap on Venus Butterfly. I'd always wanted to try one of these, but hated going into adult stores. I suppose I could have bought one online, but never bothered. This too, I wore tonight to the party, in the off position as instructed.
I arrived at the party fashionably late, and as I entered, several male heads glanced my way. Jaws dropped at the sight of my breasts spilling out of the top of my outfit. I had dusted them with a light coating of glitter, that sparkled as the light reflected off my creamy mounds. I smiled at the gentlemen, a merry twinkle in my green eyes.
I wandered around, admiring some of the outfits, laughing at some, and disgusted by others. One woman had almost all of her gargantuan breasts displayed in a gaudy red blouse, and black slacks. Her mask was frayed and dirty, and I wondered how she got in!
I spotted my mother, in her graceful red dress, with a hint of white fur at the V of the front of her gown, and at the hem trailing along the floor behind her. Her full figured body encased in a pretty red and white number, was the epitome of Christmas, but not much of a costume. Her bottle blonde hair elegantly coiled into a bun. She looked lovely, if matronly. She hadn't aged as well as my dad had. He was still youthful looking at 48, and I thought he was extremely sexy still. I'd always had a little crush on him, if I were honest.
I searched around for my dad, but did not see him. Curious, I wandered around some more, returning greetings offered to me with a gracious smile. I could tell that no one recognized me as the daughter of the house. I became aware of someone staring at me.
It was intense. The hairs on the back of my neck stirred, and goose bumps dotted my arms. I scanned the crowd of guests, but noticed no one staring at me. Something caught my eye, and I happened to glance up the stairwell. There he stood. His eyes bore into me, and my heart began thumping fast and hard. My lips opened, and unconsciously my tongue licked my naturally red lips. I was so engrossed in the handsome man at the top of the stairs, that I didn't even taste the fruity gloss on my lips.
My breathing quickened, causing the swell of my breasts to heave slightly, giving away the fact that I was drawn to this man. His eyes searched mine, as if searching for a clue as to my identity. We were in the same boat, for I hadn't a clue as to his identity either. His mask effectively hid his identity from me.
I could feel the juices begin to boil between my legs, and I knew I had found my target for the evening. Before it was through, he and I would have a wild night of passion! As my eyes took in his costume, I realized that he was, in all ways, my other half for the evening. He was the young Santa, to my young Mrs. Claus!
I watched in lust, as his eyes traveled my body from toe to head. He took in my long sexily clad legs, my firm round buttocks, and trim waist. His eyes lingered on my partially exposed, creamy tits. With a will of their own, my hands traveled up my rib cage, and lightly caressed my breasts, causing my nipples to harden immediately.
I watched his reaction, and his hand discretely passed over the crotch of his pants, giving his package a slight squeeze. A loud burst of laughter brought us both out of our trance, and as I turned away to see who was laughing, he descended the stairs slowly, only to be engulfed in the crowd.
Throughout the evening, our paths crossed several times. Our eyes connected often, and the messages that were never spoken, were loudly heard. I went to the bar, and ordered another drink, and grateful for the quiet for a moment, I slipped out the back door to the deck outside, for fresh air.
My breath floated out before me, as I sighed in the crisp night air. The stars were out, the sky clear. The full moon shone brightly, and glistened on the fresh snow in the yard. Even the trees in the yard were decorated to the nines, with lights and ornaments, and each had its own special topper.
So engrossed in my surroundings, I almost panicked when there was a sudden buzzing between my legs. I was already so turned on that the vibrations made me moan instantly! I froze in place, assaulted by pleasure. The little butterfly had a nose on it, similar to a hummingbird, and that nose was furiously flicking my engorged clitoris. Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the buzzing stopped. I slumped over the rail, tempted to finger my pussy to orgasm. I had been so close!
Raising my head, I looked around to see if anyone had witnessed my assault. Not a soul in sight. I recomposed myself, and re-entered the party. My eyes instinctively sought out my secret Santa, and I located him, standing next to my mother and a group of women. Moms hand was on his arm, laughing up at something he was saying. Instantly, I was jealous. I had yet to hear him speak!
I took a seat on the circular sofa, facing his direction. I watched him silently, thinking that he was unaware of my presence. His posture became slightly more erect, and he bent his head towards me a bit. He knew I was watching him. He slipped his hand in his pocket, and seconds later, I felt a gentle vibration on my clit. My lips parted in a silent "Oh!" and I squeezed my thighs together tightly. I prayed no one could hear it, and I didn't really think anyone could, beings the Christmas music was playing gaily in the background.
Squirming, I sought respite from the insistent buzzing on my sensitive clit. If I didn't get relief soon, I was going to pass out from the sheer effort of trying to control my emotions. I had to get out of here.
Slowly, so as not to arouse suspicion, I stood and headed for the stairs. I only intended to go to the restroom, and let the toy do its job, when it stopped again. I stopped in my tracks and turned towards him and my mothers group. Boldly, I approached them, still having said barely a few words to anyone. I wanted to test my mother, to see if she recognized me. If I could fool her, I could fool anyone! I sat at a chair near them. She smiled at me, and asked if I was having a good time.
Disguising my voice, I said that yes, I was, thank you. She smiled again, and said she was glad, that that was the point of the party. She excused herself from the group, and went to check on the catering company. Dinner would be served shortly. Acting as if I didn't know the layout of the house, I asked where the restroom was. I was directed upstairs to the hall restroom, as one of the ladies said she just saw someone enter the lower level restroom.
