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.

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