Hope you enjoy this one. I am having fun doing these. This might lead into a series.
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The room was full of ghouls, goblins, princesses, superheroes, and other things. The party was going very well. Most were enjoying adult beverages, but some were sneaking out to partake in green things.
She had been enjoying the dancing. Her friends had convinced her to go. She complained about not having an outfit, but they came to the rescue with a throw together 80's get up of a short skirt, multiple bright tank tops, lots of aquanet, and eye makeup. She even decided to wear a pair of skimpy satin panties to round it out in her head.
Taking a break next to the tables around the dancefloor, they sipped on drinks and talked about the characters around the room. Taking note of the ones who tried too hard, to the ones who leaned on the slutty side. The room was very dark around the edges and the music was loud. As they talked she could feel something touch her bare leg. She calmly glanced around but saw nothing. Her friends head back to the dancefloor, but she chooses to take a break and enjoy her drink. Then she felt something on her waist. Still nothing there. Then a low velvety voice was in her ear.
"If you don't move or say anything I will help you enjoy an illicit climax. If your game pull at your left bra strap." The spectral voice said.
The voice had startled her but was intriguing. Reaching up, she lightly adjusted the strap.
She felt the hands on her waist again, this time not so subtle. They moved around slowly. One moved up to tease the side of her breast, the other finding its way to her backside. The sensation was both enticing and welcome. Moving around switching places, to then gliding down her body.
The warm hand now touching the soft skin of her bare legs. One between her thighs the other not. Moving up deliberately with a destination in mind. Shifting on her feet as to make sure the hand can reach her sex. Caressing the satin over her cleft is intoxicating. Every nerve on end begging to be stimulated. Fingers move front to back slowly. The outside hand began to knead her backside. The hands both move to the outside of her thighs and up. Fingers hook into the waistband and slide the satin unmentionable down to the floor. Gently her foot is eased up to accommodate removing. Then the other. The voice croons into her ear again.