Halloween Party Quickie
I was not happy. "But why do I have to go?"
"Because the Miller's invited us," my dad said. "It's only for a couple hours for heaven's sake."
"Come on, honey. I'm sure you'll have fun," my mom said, checking her hair in the hallway mirror.
I was on the stairs, attaching the chain that held the cape at my neck. I was all decked out in black, my new Zorro costume one of my favorites. I have to say, I looked good in it. The shirt and pants were pretty thin, not very good material if you asked me, but it wasn't meant for very hard wear. I had my black mask on over my hair and eyes and I held my hat delicately between my knees. To me, I was the spitting image of the on-screen version.
My mom was wearing a female pirate costume that looked really good on her. The skirt was mid-thigh and the knee-high boots accentuated her legs beautifully. I was not one to typically check out my mom, but this costume looked great on her.
My dad was dressed up like a Viking barbarian, complete with leather leggings, helmet, forearm wraps, and a plastic axe. He even wore a fake, red, curly beard.
I shook my head, dejectedly. At nineteen years of age, I certainly had better things to do than to attend a Halloween party with my parents at my neighbor's house. With my Dad's demeanor right now, I was almost convinced he was an actual barbarian.
"Just get your ass down here so we can go," my dad finally said, obviously tired of arguing back and forth about this.
"Ok, ok. I'm coming. Really, I'm coming!" I said, finishing up putting the cape on and then putting the hat on my head. I walked down the remaining few stairs and we all walked out the side door, around the row of hedges that separated our two houses, and crossed the front yard to their front door.
It was a cool Autumn night and the moon was half full. The Miller's were HUGE Halloween fans and always decorated to the max. This year was no exception. They had a fake cemetery in the front yard with headstones, animatronic corpses crawling out from the ground, and ghosts floating above. A machine created clouds of fog that drifted over the ground, barely rising from it. Mr. Miller had even set up a speaker and sound system that was playing some scary outdoor sounds.
The Miller's driveway had a few cars in it, and there were a few parked on the street, so I knew at least a few of the partiers would be friends or family from out of the area.
Two people in front of us, both dressed as yellow minions, were being invited into the house by Robert Miller. When we got to the door, he was shocked and laughed that he and I were wearing the same costume.
"Now that's a coincidence!" he said loudly, shaking my hand as he held the door open for us. It wasn't really. A new Zorro movie hit the screens over the summer with a heartthrob action lead and pretty much everyone had been talking about it for months. "I never expected competition." Robert stood in front of me, looking at me, eye to eye. It was the first time either of us realized that I was just as big as he was now. "Looks like we may have to cross swords. Damn, Emily, what are you feeding this boy? The last time I saw him he was just yay high," he said, indicating half my height with his hand held out.
"He eats us out of house and home," my mom laughed. "But he started lifting in high school when he was on the football team and pretty much hasn't stopped growing."
"Well I'm glad to see you're all grown up, young man," he said, shaking my hand. "You're at the local college now, right?"
"Yeah... just starting my second year."
"What are you studying?"
"Electrical Engineering," I said.
He smiled. I was surprised just how much the mask covered his face. It really was hard to recognize him. "Very nice. Joe's studying psychology."
"Is he here tonight?" I asked. I grew up with Joe, their son. We were pretty close up until high school when we started running with different crowds of friends. But it would be nice to have someone I know to talk to tonight.
"No. He couldn't come home for one reason or another. I think there was a party on campus." I didn't sound like Robert liked that his son wasn't coming home to visit. But I didn't want to pry.
"Sorry to hear that." I looked around the living room, to see if I knew anyone else. It's kind of hard to figure that out, though, when everyone is wearing a disguise.
"Yeah, well," he said, turning back to my mom and dad. "There's drinks and snacks in the kitchen. Please help yourself."
We excused ourselves from our guest and entered the living room. I abandoned my parents in seconds. There was no way I wanted to mingle with them all night. I needed to use the bathroom anyways.
The house was decorated like a horror hotel, complete with check-in desk, a little sitting room, and a couple rooms set up like hotel rooms. Animatronic ghosts, ghouls, and skeletons were littered about here and there, dressed up to match the hotel theme. There were tables and chairs set up in both the garage and the back deck for eating.
There were people everywhere, some I knew and recognized, some were complete strangers.
I'd been in the Miller house many, many times growing up and first headed to the bathroom just off the kitchen, but the door was closed. Occupied. And it looked like there were two people waiting, even. So, since I knew their house so well, I went up the stairs to use the upstairs hall bathroom.
The upstairs wasn't decorated at all. It was empty, thank God, so I slipped in and finished my business.
As I was walking out the bathroom door, Tiffany Miller grabbed me and turned me to face her, pinning me against the wall.
"Hello Mr. Zorro," she said seductively. "Tell me, do you think my costume is too sexy for this little fuddy duddy party?" Her hands were sliding over my chest and abdomen, one moving down and stroking my cock through my thin pants.
She was wearing a light blue Genie costume, complete with see-through veil. Underneath looked like it was just a teal dress with a plunging neckline and exposed midriff. And... I have to say... she had incredible breasts. I wasn't sure if they were real or not, but I'd admired them ever since I was a young teenager. At the moment, in my surprise, my eyes were locked onto her cleavage.
"Since it's just us up here, I thought we could have a little fun before we head back down," she giggled. "I need a quickie. Come here." She grabbed my arm and pulled me towards their bedroom and shut the door behind us. "We'll have to be quiet." She pulled me to the bed and turned me to face her so that I was facing away from the bed. "But I need my naughty Zorro's cock," she giggled.
She pushed me so that I fell back onto the bed. I sat up quickly and moved to take off my mask. "Wait, wait, wait," I said softly, trying to interrupt her. But she stopped me.
"No, no, no, leave it on. I think its even hotter to fuck you like a stranger," she said. She grabbed the shoulder straps of her costume and pulled them down her arms a little, exposing more of her breasts. "You like my naughty Halloween costume? You're gonna love my naughty Halloween lingerie."
She pulled her top completely down, exposing her wonderful breasts and nipples to me. I was in complete shock and could do nothing but stare. My cock was rock hard and I think all the blood drained out of my brain to go there.
