"This place is so cool," Abby said as she turned around, taking in all of the detail of the entryway where she stood. "I've got the weirdest feeling, though. It almost feels like I'm home."
"Yeah," Claire said, not really paying attention. "It's really expensive, too, so we have to mind our manners."
The sorority sisters stepped through the entryway. They had joined resources with one of the fraternities from their school in renting the house for their Halloween costume party. Several members of both groups were finishing the decorations for the costume party which was supposed to start in a few short hours. Claire and Abby made their way to the kitchen, sat their bags down and began helping with the preparation of the food.
"I know you young folk aren't serving dinner tonight, but it sure smells good in here."
Heads turned toward the sound of the voice.
An old man, tall, slender and grizzled in appearance stood in the door way. He stepped into the kitchen.
"We may have gone a little overboard on the snacks we're serving," said Sara, standing at the stove and stirring a pot.
"I'm sure the guys will make sure we don't have too much left over," said Abby pulling a dish out of the refrigerator and setting it on the counter.
"Your voice sounds familiar, young lady," the old man said.
"I think I talked to you on the phone about renting this place," she said.
"That must be it," the old man said. "And your name was..."
"Abby," she said, smiling. "My name's Abby."
The old man stood peering at her for a moment, then smiled.
"Well, Abby, you and your friends have a good time tonight," he said. "I'm not normally here nights, so I hope everything goes well for you all. If you do need me for anything, I will be available for you." He handed Abby a card with his number on it.
As quickly as he'd appeared, the old man turned and left the kitchen.
"Kind of creepy how he wanted to know your name and stared at you, don't you think?" Claire asked.
"He probably hasn't seen this many women in one place in years," Sara said. She reached forward and adjusted a knob on the stove.
"I think he's harmless," Abby said. "He seems to be just a sweet old man."
The girls went back to work preparing the food for the party.
A couple of hours later, the three girls were upstairs changing into their costumes for the party. Sara was dressing as the Cat Woman, Claire as a French Maid and Abby was dressing in a Colonial gown. All three of them were in various stages of undress, touching up their make-up and carefully adorning their bodies.
"I'm kind of irritated that more of the guys didn't show up to help us get ready," Claire said. She had one foot on the bed as she slowly rolled a fishnet stocking up her leg. She was wearing black bikini panties with a black garter belt and no bra. Her breasts swayed gently with the movement of her body as she moved the top of the stocking closer to the top of her thigh.
"I don't know why that surprises you," Sara said. "Besides, you know if they had shown up, they'd be more than willing to help us right now." She sat in front of the mirror clad only in a wispy white thong. Her nipples stood erect atop her breasts as she leaned forward, focusing intently on her make-up. She was almost finished with the lines that gave her "whiskers."
"The test will come at the end of the night when they either stay and help clean up like they've promised to or abandon us," Abby said. She stood in front of a floor length mirror, nude from the waist down, becoming increasingly frustrated as she tried with only marginal success to lace up and secure her corset with bustier. "Will one of you help me with this?"
Claire, finished with her stockings, stepped over to where Abby stood.
"Arms up, sweetie," Claire said, grabbing the fabric and maneuvering it on Abby's torso. "If Mark doesn't stay and clean up, he and his left hand are going to be very well acquainted before I put out for him again after tonight."
Abby raised her arms and Claire slowly pulled and twisted on the lingerie until she succeeded in getting it positioned properly.
"You know, right now you look like such a slut," Claire said.
"I'm not the one dressing as a French maid, wearing fishnet stockings and a skirt short enough for everyone to see my ass," Abby said as she cupped her breasts and assessed the boost given to her cleavage. "Or should I say, actually see your ass, since you and I both know you'll have your panties off before midnight?"
"At least I'm not the one wearing my costume without underwear."
"Actually, that would be me," said Sara. She swung her feet away from the mirror and stood up. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and began pushing it down from her hips as she stepped closer to the bed and her costume.
"You're not going to wear anything under that costume?" Claire asked turning to look at her friend's nude body.
"Nope," Sara replied, pressing her breasts together and pulling on her nipples. "In fact, when I get it on, it'll make you think I grew a second skin."
Claire and Abby watched with interest as Sara, now completely naked, began to wiggle her way into the black leather suit.
"That doesn't look like it's very comfortable," Claire said.
"It isn't really," Sara said. She rolled the cloth up over her hips. "Even though it has a zipper in the crotch, I pretty much have to strip to pee; it doesn't breathe at all, and it sticks to you." The lips of her pussy disappeared beneath the black cloth. "But it feels pretty good coming off, and I look fucking hot wearing it."
Claire and Abby both stepped into their dresses as Sara pushed her arms into the sleeves of her costume. Both girls finished donning their dresses and began fastening the buttons. Sara stood in front of the mirror arranging her hair under her mask, her one piece costume unzipped all the way to her pubis.
Claire and Abby both spun side to side checking their appearance in the mirror. Except for the fact that she'd left three buttons undone to expose her bustier, Abby looked very much the colonial genteel young lady. Claire, likewise, left a couple of buttons unfastened, exposing an ample portion of her cleavage to view. Both girls watched with rapt attention as Sara closed the zipper on her costume.
"What do you think?" Sara slowly turned around, raising and lowering her arms and striking different poses to show how skintight the outfit was. Every curve on her body was accented. The cloth perfectly hugged the lips of her pussy and her ass, and her nipples so well defined, it was as though she had merely painted them.
"Wow," Abby said.
"Damn, girl," Claire shook her head. "I'd do you."
Sara laughed.
