A Halloween Fantasy with John and Cassie
I lay back against the pillows with my wrists and ankles tied to the bed and looked into the eyes of my lover. His face was covered with an intricate mask, but I could see his eyes. I would recognize those light green eyes anywhere. He was kneeling between my legs. Almost, but not quite roughly, he pinched and rolled the hard erect nipples between his fingers. I could feel the heat of his cock as he pushed forward without warning. I gasped. In an instant, he had shoved the whole length of himself into my warm and waiting pussy.
He pumped and pumped, thrusting his rock hard cock into me. I moaned beneath him.
He leaned over and grasped my breasts, first one and then the other. He began to suck on my erect nipples. Oh his mouth was wonderful. He licked and sucked on my nipples. He alternated the pressure between soft and gentle and firm and demanding all the while fucking me with his massive cock.
This man was incredible. I withered and strained against the red silk ties. I had dreamed of being tied up by a lover. Of course the only lover I would ever trust was this man. He had always respectfully declined.
For a moment I wondered what had changed. But the feeling of him inside me was demanding my attention and I quickly was consumed by the feelings.
It was Halloween, a night for young and old to dress up, don a costume and assume a new identity. It was a night of fun and games, of tricks and treats. I was looking forward to the yearly neighborhood party. It was always filled with a mix of new and old acquaintances, great food, and wonderful music.
I had taken time to prepare myself. The late afternoon shower was hot. I washed my hair and soaped my body with the special jasmine perfume that I knew John liked. I made sure that my legs were shaved clean and smooth and that the little heart shaped patch of hair above my pussy was neat and trimmed. I applied a liberal amount of ‘Nipple Nibbler” on my nipples. I could feel them begin to tingle and stand erect. I hoped the feeling would last, but just in case, I slipped the small jar into my evening bag. I also had my battery operated bullet. A woman and her portable bullet; a match made in heaven.
I carefully applied my makeup. I curled my hair and piled it onto my head, held with a comb of black and red feathers. Dressing had been a bit of a challenge. How had those girls gotten into these corsets? Perhaps they helped each other. I was on my own.
I shimmied into the black lace merry widow and carefully adjusted my body until everything felt right. The tops of my breasts, including just part of each nipple peeked over the top of the black lace. I slid my legs into the black net stockings and hooked them to the garters attached to the corset. I slid the black lace panties over the stockings. All the easier to remove later. John had taught me that trick. I slipped into my short black suede boots and caught a glimpse of my self in the mirror.
Wow! I was looking good.
As a middle aged woman, granted the parts were not quite as firm and tight as they had been, but the several pounds I had lost over the past few months had brought my figure into a very acceptable hourglass shape. I had never been and would never be, one of those stick thin skinny model types. My body was soft and curvy. I liked it that way and John did too. “I like a little meat on a woman,” I remembered him saying.
John and I had been lovers for several years. He had been my best friend, the most considerate, compatible and satisfying lover I had ever know and a wonderful companion. Then something happened. I’m not sure what. John had decided that he wanted to date other women. While certainly not happy about the request, what could I do? I asked to be included in the selection of women he would date and initially that seemed to work. Over time, it grew awkward. Our feeling for each other weren’t parallel and now it was obvious that we wanted different things. I had not seen or talked to John in several months.
I wondered if he would be attended this Halloween Party. I was hoping he would. I was looking forward to seeing him again. I wondered, as I continued to dress if we would recognize each other.
I slid the red taffeta dress over my head, being careful not to muss my hair and the feathers. I pushed the neckline down over my shoulders to expose both the tops of my arms and the tops of my breasts. I cinched a black leather belt around my waist and added dangling black earrings to complete the look.
Oh and the mask. I had a beautiful black and red feather and sequin mask that I had gotten on a trip to New Orleans. But that would have to wait until right before I got out of the car. Otherwise I might never get to this party; never get to John.
I arrived at the party a little early. That was my habit. If you weren’t a bit early, you were late. I helped the hostess complete the preparations; setting out food and lighting candles. Guests were starting to arrive. I heard our host, crank up the music and suddenly the party was in full swing.
There was a gal with a lampshade on her head and a cardboard box around her body. She was a night stand. There was an Elvis impersonator, a man dressed like a woman and a woman dressed like a man. Everyone was in costume and there was a festive mood in the air.
I poured myself a drink and mingled with the guests. I kept an eye open for the familiar body that I had known so intimately for the last several years.
There was a large man dressed in the gunmail of a medieval knight. A mesh mask covered his face. The body looked about the right size, but I wasn’t sure. He was across the room and I needed to see his eyes.
As I made my way across the room, I felt his eyes on me. I turned to the door just as some new guests were walking in. And I knew. I could feel him looking at me.
