Bedroom Closet

It was a per­fect hal­loween cos­tume for the party. Per­fect for our plans after; though we didn’t know either of these things yet. All we knew was that we were feel­ing clever and racy about it. And we were excited. We liked it mostly because it was super-sexual in a some­what uncon­ven­tional sense. That and we thought K would like it.

We had planned to meet K later. She was the rea­son we were going to the party in the first place. She had sug­gested it. We didn’t really know any­one there but she said we’d like the peo­ple and they were all friendly and that she’d be there as soon as work was done. We had never even been “there” before, but after meet­ing K a few nights prior we were ready to do what she sug­gested. The chem­istry was right.

Every­one turned to look when Ava and I walked it. Nobody seemed to need an expla­na­tion; the wrist and ankle cuffs told a good por­tion of the story., the night gown and bare feet told most of the rest. Ava looked stun­ningly naked with­out show­ing a thing; her breasts smooth and white and barely con­cealed beneath thin pink silk and lace. The night­gown flow­ing over her back and belly and lift­ing slightly with­out quite reveal­ing a peek beneath.

She looked like barely con­tained sex: The flush of her skin reflect­ing back the heat of of everyone’s star­ing as she passed. Peo­ple said hello in that way that peo­ple do when they feel light headed. As we passed into the crowd meet­ing peo­ple and wind­ing our way to the bar I could see the obvi­ous affect Ava’s pass­ing had on the men. I could see the women catch their breath and smile from their lips to their thighs. Every­one was excep­tion­ally friendly.

K was right to rec­om­mend this party. It was dark and warm and noisy and packed. Through­out our walk to the bar we smiled and laughed with peo­ple who spoke to us. Ava was ner­vous in her expo­sure but relax­ing quickly with the kind words and warm greet­ings from the other guests. We were expected, they said … K had hoped we’d be com­fort­able until she was able to make it … Was there any­thing we needed or wanted … They were glad we were here … Every­one friends with K. Every­one very friendly towards us

Ava spent a great deal of time ask­ing me what every­one was dressed like…

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By the time we made it to the bar and had a whiskey we had made many, many acquain­tances and found our­selves sur­rounded by con­ver­sa­tion from an array of char­ac­ters: Vam­pires and dae­mons, nurses and sol­diers, cats and can­dles and every man­ner of cos­tume. We were glad we had dressed up. We were glad there weren’t any dom­i­na­trix or “slutty” what­ev­ers here. Every­one had gone to great lengths to look sexy or inter­est­ing with­out being obvious.

In this, Ava ruled the room. She seemed more exposed then the twins dressed as the olympic swim­mers; more naked then the woman who was painted to look like lady lib­erty; more vul­ner­a­ble than the cheer­leader or school­girl cos­tumes. She radi­ated all of this with­out show­ing any­thing directly or play­ing any­thing up. The bind­ings helped cer­tainly. The blind­fold helped more.

After some whiskey and time we were both com­fort­able and sur­rounded by a group of inter­est­ing peo­ple. We’d had great con­ver­sa­tion and laughed a ton. Through­out our time at the party we had both been brushed against and touched in casu­ally sex­ual ways — The vam­pire cos­tume leaned in and bit / kissed Ava’s neck by way of greet­ing. The kit­ten cos­tume rubbed against my leg and crotch with her face — All friendly, all non-threatening; invit­ing with­out pushing.

We were get­ting frisky too.

While sit­ting next to Ava on stools and talk­ing I had casu­ally let my hand slide up inside her night­gown and had been play­ing with her leg. As time passed she began to open her her thighs and I could feel the heat from between her legs. From then on it was a casual brush of my fin­gers from time to time between the hot wet folds of her pussy; mak­ing her breath­ing grown raspy and her chest lift.

When the kit­ten cos­tume returned again from the crowd crawl­ing past and rub­bing up against peo­ple I didn’t stop what I was doing. She had been mov­ing lan­guidly past with only a casual rub against my leg this time but stopped and stared at what my hand was doing. She very slowly looked at me and, tak­ing my smile as assent, crawled to Ava and began rub­bing up her leg… Slowly lift­ing her head and mouth until her tongue darted out on the inside of Ava’s thigh.

Ava’s gasp didn’t stop con­ver­sa­tion at the party, but every­one had heard it. The kit­ten was half kneel­ing now and had nudged my hand out of the way so she could get full access; her tongue work­ing with quick, light licks and kisses over and into Ava’s pussy. She was so star­tled and so instantly aroused that the vam­pire had to catch her drink before it fell. He was gen­er­ous enough to remove the spilled whiskey from the top of her breasts. Slow and thor­ough, tak­ing the strap of one shoulder.

They both were inter­ested in con­tin­u­ing their work, but before Ava could cum they drifted away with mur­murs of thank-you and deli­cious and lucky K. I was smil­ing and Ava was breath­ing heav­ily and laugh­ing when a nurse walked up and pointed to her. The nurse asked me of Ava was all right and my com­ment of “I have no idea, I’m not a doc­tor” prompted her to lean in and start whis­per­ing to Ava. What­ever she was whis­per­ing had an effect because Ava’s back arched and the nurse’s hand slid inside the night­gown and began work­ing while she con­tin­ued her murmurs.…

Despite the dark­ness and the crowd it was obvi­ous that this was hap­pen­ing in other places with other peo­ple as well. Beneath the con­ver­sa­tion on pol­i­tics and laugh­ter and jokes and music and drink­ing hands and lips were find­ing sweet places to rest and work for a moment.

It was a per­fect hal­loween cos­tume for the party.

Many peo­ple passed us that evening; shar­ing a drink or a joke and stay­ing for con­ver­sa­tion. Some of them were casu­ally friendly with me — a quick shar­ing of lips or hand across my jeans, but Ava was the focus of our orbit. Pairs of guests would appear and one would dis­ap­pear from sight. A quick brush of my hand found their mouth between her legs and their tongue work­ing fever­ishly. Ava spent the time with her back arched and head almost lay­ing on the bar behind her. She was spread out and flushed and breath­ing heav­ily from the labors of her var­i­ous part­ners. Her night­gown had been lifted up her hips and the strap had stayed down to reveal an oft kissed breast.

She was not allowed to cum.

I don’t know how every­one could tell, but before she got to that point they would dis­en­gage and stand up, maybe raise a glass silently to her and reen­ter con­ver­sa­tion with me before drift­ing off in a while to dif­fer­ent adven­tures else­where in the party to be replaced by some­one else a while later.

It was a fan­tas­tic party and we had been there for sev­eral hours enjoy­ing our­selves before a cool breeze told me that the door had opened and closed again. The crowd noise rose in greet­ing a late arrival. Ava had just been thor­oughly worked on by a pair of sol­diers who skill­fully rel­ished her pussy and breasts for the length of beer or two with­out let­ting her cum. She was rest­ing in her reclined posi­tion when the crowd parted and a women in leather and heels walked up and smiled — the first Dom­i­na­trix of the evening.

She was every bit as explic­itly sex­ual as Ava’s was implied. Tall in her heals and pre­cise in her tight pony-tail and out­fit. Her leather boots and corset reflected what light there was and defined her curves in rigid clar­ity. Her smile at see­ing us focused her ram­pant sex­u­al­ity like a blast furnace.

A quick sur­vey of the scene told her every­thing she needed and she turned to the crowd and said “Thank you every­one for get­ting her ready!” — Every­one raised their glasses and cheered for a moment before going about their busi­ness. She kissed me hello quickly and shared a drink, chat­ting about her work and events before turn­ing to Ava, who had yet to move or recover from her last near orgasm.

“A per­fect cos­tume” she said, all smiles and greeting

“Hello K”. Ava smiled back.

One last sip of whiskey each before the three of us rose and drifted away from the crowd, arm-in-arm-in-arm, down a long hall into the darker cooler cor­ner of K’s bedroom.

This story con­tin­ues here

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