My family puts on a Christmas party every year. This year, it was to be a costume party, and no one was allowed inside, unless dressed for the occasion. I was going as a young Mrs. Claus. My sexy short skirt, with its white fur trim, red velvet and wide, shiny black leather belt. I had the cutest black boots, and black thigh high stockings. I had dyed my hair the evening before, a gorgeous shade of coppery red. I even had twinkling green contacts to complete the ensemble! No one would recognize me, with my fur lined, red velvet mask. I planned to get lucky at this party, and purposely did not wear any panties with my short skirt. Easy access!
A few days before the party, I received a gift, a small package was left on the doorstep of my condo. I opened the gift card attached, and it said,
Merry Christmas! Wear this to your parent's party. Do not turn it on, I'll do that.. Love, Santa!
The package contained a strap on Venus Butterfly. I'd always wanted to try one of these, but hated going into adult stores. I suppose I could have bought one online, but never bothered. This too, I wore tonight to the party, in the off position as instructed.
I arrived at the party fashionably late, and as I entered, several male heads glanced my way. Jaws dropped at the sight of my breasts spilling out of the top of my outfit. I had dusted them with a light coating of glitter, that sparkled as the light reflected off my creamy mounds. I smiled at the gentlemen, a merry twinkle in my green eyes.
I wandered around, admiring some of the outfits, laughing at some, and disgusted by others. One woman had almost all of her gargantuan breasts displayed in a gaudy red blouse, and black slacks. Her mask was frayed and dirty, and I wondered how she got in!
I spotted my mother, in her graceful red dress, with a hint of white fur at the V of the front of her gown, and at the hem trailing along the floor behind her. Her full figured body encased in a pretty red and white number, was the epitome of Christmas, but not much of a costume. Her bottle blonde hair elegantly coiled into a bun. She looked lovely, if matronly. She hadn't aged as well as my dad had. He was still youthful looking at 48, and I thought he was extremely sexy still. I'd always had a little crush on him, if I were honest.
I searched around for my dad, but did not see him. Curious, I wandered around some more, returning greetings offered to me with a gracious smile. I could tell that no one recognized me as the daughter of the house. I became aware of someone staring at me.
It was intense. The hairs on the back of my neck stirred, and goose bumps dotted my arms. I scanned the crowd of guests, but noticed no one staring at me. Something caught my eye, and I happened to glance up the stairwell. There he stood. His eyes bore into me, and my heart began thumping fast and hard. My lips opened, and unconsciously my tongue licked my naturally red lips. I was so engrossed in the handsome man at the top of the stairs, that I didn't even taste the fruity gloss on my lips.
My breathing quickened, causing the swell of my breasts to heave slightly, giving away the fact that I was drawn to this man. His eyes searched mine, as if searching for a clue as to my identity. We were in the same boat, for I hadn't a clue as to his identity either. His mask effectively hid his identity from me.
I could feel the juices begin to boil between my legs, and I knew I had found my target for the evening. Before it was through, he and I would have a wild night of passion! As my eyes took in his costume, I realized that he was, in all ways, my other half for the evening. He was the young Santa, to my young Mrs. Claus!
I watched in lust, as his eyes traveled my body from toe to head. He took in my long sexily clad legs, my firm round buttocks, and trim waist. His eyes lingered on my partially exposed, creamy tits. With a will of their own, my hands traveled up my rib cage, and lightly caressed my breasts, causing my nipples to harden immediately.
I watched his reaction, and his hand discretely passed over the crotch of his pants, giving his package a slight squeeze. A loud burst of laughter brought us both out of our trance, and as I turned away to see who was laughing, he descended the stairs slowly, only to be engulfed in the crowd.
Throughout the evening, our paths crossed several times. Our eyes connected often, and the messages that were never spoken, were loudly heard. I went to the bar, and ordered another drink, and grateful for the quiet for a moment, I slipped out the back door to the deck outside, for fresh air.
