Halloween Costume- Part 2

… Continued from Part 1
 

As I was walking towards a restaurant that one of the local office people had recommended, I noticed a sign advertising Halloween costumes in a novelty store.

‘Perfect!’ They’re open until 9:00. I’ll come back here after I eat.’

The store had everything from pre-made costumes to accessories to make-up costumes. None of the pre-made costumes turned my crank. On top of which, they were all full costumes that would be very hot to wear, and, in the current heat wave, I didn’t want to wear anything that would keep me warm.

Searching through the racks, I finally saw a pair of harem pants made out of a silky, see-through material. Across the aisle was a red cotton open jacket that came to my midriff and a see-through veil. Now all I needed was something to go under the jacket. I wandered up and down the aisles but couldn’t find anything.

‘I have to wear something. The jacket doesn’t close enough.

‘I didn’t bring a bikini top. My bras are too frilly for this costume. So is my camisole.’

Pondering for a few minutes, I thought, ‘It only has to appear as if I’m wearing something. The jacket pretty well covers my boobs, so as long as it looks like I’m wearing something, I’ll be fine. What can I do?’

As I was thinking, my eye caught sight of a box of body paints. Looking at them, I thought, ‘I could paint on a top. I only have to cover my front. It’ll be cool too. White will go with both the jacket and the blue panties of the harem pants. This’ll be perfect.’

After paying for my costume, I went back to the hotel.

Entering the lobby, I went up to the desk and asked George, “Do I have to register for the costume contest tomorrow evening?”

“No, you don’t have to, Ms. Viscount. We would ask that you show up before 7:30, though. The judging will be from 7:30 to 8:00. The finalists will be brought up to the front after that to model their costumes and for the crowd to vote.”

“I’ll be there. Have you had any indication of how many people will be there?”

“About forty people have shown some interest,” he said.

“You had better hurry to use the elevator. The power will be off in fifteen minutes.”

I hurried up to my room. Coming through the door, I just had time, before the power went out, to notice that all the candles had been changed. I lit one and carried it into the bedroom.

The maids had set up five new candles on the bedside table. I lit them and looked out the windows to see if there was any action.

There was no indication of any activity, not even candles.

I got undressed and climbed on top of the bed to read. After about thirty minutes, I blew out the candles and went to sleep.

Like the previous morning, I awoke to voices.

Looking out the window, through half-closed eyes, I saw a group of about fifteen young men at three windows.

‘What time is it? Will I have enough time to give them a thrill before the bell goes? Only one way to find out.’

I faked waking up by stretching and squirming. I made sure that my actions pulled off the sheets and positioned me across the bed so they could get a good view of my fully naked body.

I did a set of knee pulls to give them a good view of my ass. I then lifted my knees and spread my legs before doing a set of sit-ups. On my back, I did about ten hip thrusts, giving them a good view of my pussy.

From their exclamations, I knew that they were really getting excited by my antics.

The thought of them watching me got me excited too, and I was starting to get wet.

Dropping my legs over the edge of the bed, with my legs still spread apart, I began rubbing my pussy.

‘I sure wish I had one of my dildos here.’

This really got them going. As I slipped first one, and then two fingers, into my vagina, they got really quiet.

One of the young men said, “She’s going to frig herself. Wow! What time is it? I don’t want to miss this.”

“It’s ten to eight,” someone replied.

I was glad to hear the reply, as I could now judge when to climax.

As with the previous night, my hips rolled from side to side as I approached my orgasm. I stretched it out a little but finally came with a pretty good orgasm.

Relaxing, I heard one of the boys say, “She came. She really came. That was fantastic.”

Another voice said, “So did the guy in the room behind her. He was watching her through binoculars while he jacked off. He just made a mess on the window.”

I thought, ‘Damn, I missed it.’

I stood up just as the bell went, and the young men disappeared.

I looked across the courtyard and saw that the young man had been right. The young man who had watched me last night was wiping his window with a towel.

After a quick shower, I got dressed and left for my day’s meetings.

I got back to my room at 6:30 after a really long day. Happily, I’d finished all my meetings. I had a free day tomorrow. My flight wasn’t until 2:00, so I could wander around the shops and relax before catching it.

The Halloween party was just getting started as I came through the lobby, so I had to hurry to get into my costume.

Putting on the harem pants, I realized that while the pants were baggy enough to fit me, the panties that were inside were too small for me. They must have been designed for a teenager.

It was too late to exchange them at the store.

‘If I take them out, what can I wear? As much as I’d like to, I can’t go without something.’

‘I know, I can wear my red thong panties. They’ll match the jacket, and I’ll be covered.’

Once they were on, I started to paint on my top. I painted a line across the top of my breasts and then filled in down to the top of the harem pants. I turned on the fan and let the air dry the paint for about fifteen minutes. As I was waiting, I read the box the paint had come in.

‘This is neat stuff,’ I thought. ‘It’s non-toxic and designed to have a little flexibility so it doesn’t crack when you bend and it washes off with water.’

When it had dried, I put on the jacket and the veil. Looking at myself in the mirror, I thought, ‘Not too shabby for a thrown-together costume. My bare ass with the thong panties makes it a little sexy too.’

I stretched a couple of times with each arm and then with both arms to see how much freedom of movement I had.

‘I’ll have to watch how much I move my arms,’ I thought. ‘Too much, and my nipples show.’

At 7:20, I entered the salon.

They had opened the salon doors out onto the courtyard. There was lots of food laid out on a couple of tables, along with some soft drinks, iced tea, and a punch. Most of the people, however, were outside in the courtyard. As I was about to go outside, one of the staff members said to me, “Are you registering for the commercial or non-commercial costume section?”

“Non-commercial. I picked the pieces up at the novelty shop down the street.”

“To help the judges,” he said, “could I ask you to wear this red band on your wrist? The black ones are for the commercial costume contestants.”

As I slipped it onto my wrist, he continued, “Please help yourself to the food. The judging will start in about ten minutes.”

I got a plate and loaded it up with shrimp, meatballs, and chicken fingers before going outside. Going down the steps, I noticed that there must have been about sixty people in the courtyard, and most of them were in costumes.

I noticed a black-banded woman standing beside me in a Catwoman costume.

I said to her, “They certainly had a good turnout.”

“Yes,” she said. “This is my third year. I try and arrange my business travel so I can be here every year. It’s a good party.”

We chatted for a couple of minutes about her work, my work, and the heat.

Noticing someone else, she excused herself to go talk to them.

I wandered around looking at the flowers and struck up another conversation with a black-banded pirate and a red-banded Roman senator. As I was talking to them about the gardens, I noticed that their eyes kept wandering down to the open space showing through the jacket.

‘They’re wondering what I’m wearing,’ I thought. ‘They can’t tell what it is.’

Just then George stood up at a podium at the top of the stairs and said, “Thank you all for coming to the Central’s annual Halloween party. In my opinion, your costumes are the best I’ve seen over the seven years we have held the contest.”

“The judges and I have looked at everyone wearing a costume this evening and, with difficulty, have chosen three finalists in each category. They’ll be circulating and asking these people to come up to the podium for final judging.”

As I was looking around to see who had been chosen, I was tapped on the shoulder.

“We’ve chosen you as one of the non-commercial finalists. Could you please go up to the podium?” one of the staff members said.

Up on the podium with me were, in commercial costumes, a Robin Hood, a Darth Vader, and a Joker, and in non-commercial costumes, a mummy and a cowboy.

“Here are your finalists,” said George. “Please give them a round of applause. I would ask that they line up facing you with the commercial costumes over here and the non-commercial over here. Each of these finalists will receive twenty bucks. The runner’s up will receive thirty and the winners fifty.”

“Judging will be done by your applause. Each of the four preliminary judges is spread out through the courtyard. They and I will individually judge who we believe is first, second, and third. We’ll compare notes and determine the placements. Good luck to our finalists. Let the judging begin!”

With that, he walked down to the end of the commercial line and stood behind Robin Hood. He progressed down the line, stopping behind Darth Vader and the Joker in turn. In my estimation, the Joker was the clear winner, but I couldn’t tell who was second. He then stood behind the mummy, then me, and finally the cowboy. I was too nervous to tell who had received the loudest applause.

Four of the staff came up onto the podium and conferred with George.

George wrote on a piece of paper and then came over to the centre of the podium and said, “The judges have arrived at a decision, ladies and gentlemen. We’ll announce second place in each category and then first. As you know how you’ve finished, we would ask that you please mount the little stand. We’ll then hand out your prizes. Second place goes to Darth Vader for the commercial costumes and to the mummy for the non-commercial. First place in the commercial category goes to the Joker. First place for the non-commercial goes to the harem girl.”

I’d won! I couldn’t believe it. I stepped onto the first-place platform and found myself standing beside the Joker.

George said, “Let’s have a big round of applause for our winners.”

He then shook all our hands and, as he handed us our prize money, said, “Please stay up on the podium for a minute, as we’d like to get some pictures.”

They took a couple of pictures, from different angles, of all of us on the podium. Then they said that they would like individual shots of each of us. While they were taking pictures of the second and third place finishers, I chatted with the Joker.

I complimented him on his excellent make-up job. Finally, they asked for a solo shot of me and then one of the Joker.

Finally, they said, “We’d also like one of the two first-place finishers together if you wouldn’t mind.”

“I’ve got no one who would object to me having my picture taken with him,” I said.

“Nor I,” he said.

They placed him at my shoulder and slightly behind me. They first took some head and shoulder shots and then pulled back for full-body shots. As we walked off the podium, the Joker said, “Would you care for a drink to celebrate our winning?”

“Sure. It’ll have to be a fast one though, as the power goes off in about thirty minutes.”

We went into the salon bar and ordered our drinks. The Joker said to the bartender, “We’ll be fast. We know that the power goes off in about thirty minutes.”

He replied, as he served us our drinks, “You don’t have to worry. We stay open using candles. We have enough ice to last until midnight. The elevators will shut down at 9:00 though.”

I looked at the Joker and said, “I can walk up six flights of stairs. What floor are you on?”

“I’m in 722 in the south wing,” he replied. “I can walk up too.”

“By the way, I’m Mike Roberts.”

“Jane Viscount,” I replied, sticking out my hand.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Here’s to our success,” I said, raising my glass.

“Where did you learn to put make-up on like that?”

“I did amateur theatre for three years in university and still do some local productions. We don’t have make-up artists, so I had to learn to do it,” he said.

“I went to the novelty store around the corner and bought the green dye for my hair, the white body paint for my face, and the red gloss for my lips. The jacket, pants, and shirt are part of the costume I bought last year for the contest.”

“You’ve been in the contest before?”

“Yeah. I had such a good time last year that I arranged a business trip to be sure I could be here again this year. I didn’t do the makeup last year, so I didn’t make the finalists.”

“You’re the second person I’ve met this evening who has been in this contest multiple times.”

“It was better last year because they had a disk jockey and the dancing went on until after midnight. They kept bringing out food and drinks until about 11:30, so people stayed and partied,” he said.

“They can’t do that this year with no power.”

“I wonder how long this heat wave is going to last,” I said, flapping the sides of my jacket to fan myself. I noticed his eyes dart down and thought, 'Whoops, I can’t do that.'

His eyes came back up quickly, and I continued, “I can’t stand too much heat. Especially at the end of October. Back home, it’s in the mid-twenties rather than the mid-forties.”

“Yeah! I find it really hot too. My room is one of the suites, and I get a pretty good cross-breeze. But I’m finding it pretty hard to get to sleep and to stay asleep, as there’s so much noise with the windows open.”

He said, “Would you excuse me for a minute? Nature is calling. I’ll be right back.”

“That sounds like a good idea. Especially before the power goes off and we have to fumble around in the dark.”

We signaled the bartender that we would be back, and both went to the washroom. When I came back to our table, Mike was already there.

He’d removed the makeup from his face and taken off his jacket. He had a really young-looking face. He almost looked like a high school boy.

As I sat down and took off my veil, I said, “This will make it easier to talk and drink.”

“Why don’t you take off your jacket too? You’ll be cooler.”

I thought for a couple of seconds and then admitted to him, slightly embarrassed, “I can’t take it off. I haven’t got anything on under it. The white you see is body paint. I couldn’t find anything to wear under the jacket and got the idea that it only had to appear like I was wearing something. So I painted on a top.”

He looked at me and said, “I thought something was funny.”

“When we were having that picture taken together, they positioned me so I could see inside your jacket. When I glanced down, I saw what I thought were your nipples poking against your top, but they were pink, not white. Intrigued, I looked a little more carefully and thought to myself that you were naked under the jacket and the paint had worn off. You carried it off beautifully. I think I was the only one who noticed. By the way, I only looked because I was intrigued and thought they looked really good.”

“Thank you for the compliment. I knew I was taking a chance but thought that I could get away with it.”

As we were talking, I thought, ‘His face is familiar. Where have I seen him before? It was not too long ago either.’

“Mike, this isn’t a come-on, but your face is very familiar. I’ve seen you somewhere before and recently.”

“Funny, since you’ve taken off the veil, I’ve had the same feeling.”

Then I had a sinking feeling that I knew where I’d seen him before.

“Mike, would you humour me, please? Would you go over to the far side of the room and kneel on one knee so I can see you in profile?”

He looked at me a little puzzled and said, “Okay?”

When he returned, I said, “I know where we’ve seen each other before. I don’t have to worry about you having seen a naked breast. If I’m right, we’ve both seen each other naked as jaybirds.”

As he looked at me with a very puzzled expression, I said, in an embarrassed tone, “I’m in room 602. I think that you’ve seen me masturbating a couple of times, this morning being the last time. I saw you kneeling and wiping your window with a towel this morning.”

“Oh,” he said. “I … I … I guess that I’ll have to plead guilty. I’m sorry for intruding on your privacy like that, but I couldn’t take my eyes off you. You looked so beautiful, and it was so erotic watching you play with yourself and come.”

“When I got up this morning, I looked out and saw you doing it again.”

“It’s I got such a hardon that I had to relieve myself. I’m sorry.”

He was so embarrassed and regretful that I felt sorry for him.

“I deserve to have someone watch me if I leave the curtains open. Besides which, it’s a natural act, and I find nothing wrong with masturbation. It’s not as good as the real thing, but it’s better than nothing.”

“It’s almost nine,” I said, standing up. “Why don’t we call it a night and walk partway up the stairs before the power goes off?”

“Okay,” he said, also standing up. “I’m sorry for ending our delightful evening on such a sour note. I really enjoyed talking with you.”

“I really enjoyed the whole evening too,” I said. “As I said, I’m not embarrassed by the revelation. In fact, it’s always nice to meet someone who you’ve almost been intimate with.”

I gave him a hug around the waist to reassure him that everything was okay.

As we entered the stairwell, I said, “If you don’t mind, I think I’ll take you up on your suggestion and take off my jacket. I was hot in it but didn’t want to take it off in front of the bartender. Besides which you’ve already seen me naked.”

With that, I took off my jacket and stood in front of him in just my harem pants.

“No problem,” he said with a big smile.

Looking me up and down, he said, “I must reiterate you have a beautiful body. On top of that, you’re a complete package with a good mind and a very pleasant personality.”

“Thank you,” I said as I turned and started up the stairs.

We climbed pretty much in silence until we got to the third floor and the lights went out.

As we’d been told they would, the emergency lights kicked in. Mike and I continued up to the sixth floor.

I stopped on the landing to catch my breath. As he came up to the landing, I put out my hand to shake his and said, “Thanks again, Mike. That was a nice evening. I really enjoyed myself.”

He took my hand and, looking into my eyes, said, “Thank you, Jane. I had a good time too.”

I pulled him closer, put my arm around his neck, and gave him a full kiss on the lips.

He responded by putting an arm around my shoulder and returning the kiss.

His kiss felt really good, and so did his hard penis against my tummy.

I looked down at it as we broke from our kiss.

He noticed me looking and said, “I got turned on watching your almost naked bum wiggle in front of me for six flights of stairs. It was hard not to visualize you naked, and I got hard.”

"Well, Mike,” I said with a chuckle, “I don’t feel right leaving you in that condition. Would you like me to help relieve the problem?”

He pulled me close to him and gave me a long kiss before saying, “That would be nice.”

Locking the door to my room, we made our way to the bedroom. We kept kissing and caressing each other as we went. Falling onto the bed in a tight embrace, we kept up our kissing while removing our clothes.

All of our preliminary actions had made me really wet, and Mike was still hard.

He inserted one, and then two, fingers in my pussy and began caressing my clit.

My hips squirmed in response.

I was so excited that my orgasm came quickly.

I clamped my legs on his hand as I came and grunted while still kissing him.

“That was fast.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I hope that’s just the first of many. Lie back. It’s my turn.”

I started kissing his neck and then his chest.

I paused for a moment and gave both his nipples a working over by sucking and gently biting them. I then continued making my way down to his belly button. I paused there. I stuck my tongue in and swirled it around.

While doing this, I positioned myself between his legs and began caressing the insides of his thighs with my hands.

Mike must have been enjoying what I was doing because, besides his moans, I could feel his hard cock twitching between my boobs. I swayed back and forth, letting them caress his cock.

“Oh Jane,” he groaned. “That’s fantastic!”

“Just you wait, Mike. The best is yet to come.”

I slid down to kiss the tip of his rock hard cock.

After a couple of soft kisses, I flicked the hole with my tongue.

Each flick caused Mike to grunt, “Oh!”

Holding his hard cock in one hand, I moved down and sucked each of his balls gently.

I then ran my tongue up the shaft and flicked the hole again. Feeling his cock twitch in my hand, I planted my lips on the head and began suctioning it like I was eating a frozen popsicle.

As my lips came off, I made a popping sound.

With each downward motion, I went further and further down the shaft until I had it all in my mouth.

I then started to suck in as hard as I could on each upward stroke and blow out on each downward stroke.

After three or four times, Mike groaned, “I’m close, Jane. Really close. Oh, oh, oh Jane, I can’t hold on.”

Moments later, his hips thrust up and his cum spurted filled my mouth. I swallowed and hung on as his hips thrust three or four more times.

Keeping up my sucking, I milked his cock to get the last drops.

“Ah,” I said. “Good to the last drop.”

I moved up beside him, and we lay there holding each other for a few minutes.

I lifted my head and, looking into his eyes, I said, “That’s the first time I’ve ever blown a green-haired man.”

Looking down his body, I continued, “Especially a green-haired man with white splotches.”

Our combined perspiration had caused my painted-on top to come off onto him. His upper legs and tummy were covered in white splotches.

“Why don’t we shower and get rid of the colours?” I said. “Do you want me to go first, or do you want to?”

“Both,” he said.

Getting up off the bed, we lit a couple of candles on our way to the bathroom. As I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature, I felt Mike’s hands gently caressing my bottom. They then traveled around to my front and up to my boobs.

He caressed them and then rolled the nipples between his thumb and forefingers. As he was doing this, I felt him getting hard.

His cock was soon pushing against my slit.

“Are you ready already?” I said.

“I get hard quickly, but I won’t be able to cum for about twenty or thirty minutes.”

“Your cock feels good there,” I said, “but I want us both to enjoy it. Let’s shower off.”

We both got into the shower and began rubbing soap over each other’s bodies.

“I sure wish the power was on,” he said. “I’d like to see what I’m touching.”

We finished rinsing the soap off each other.

Mike seemed to really want to make sure my pussy didn’t have any soap as he rinsed it both inside and out for quite a while. Mind you, I did the same with his cock.

We got out and dried each other off.

Mike took my hand as we slowly walked back to the bed and sat down.

He then started a long, slow kiss that had our tongues intertwined for quite a while.

As we lay back, he embraced me and rubbed my ass.

I could feel his cock pressed up against my tummy. After cuddling like this for a while, he raised his hips and began moving them to position his cock at my slit.

Gently grabbing it, I positioned it for him. He pushed into me a little and then stopped. He slowly went a little further until he was about half in. He pulled back a bit and then moved forward until he was slowly thrusting in and out. It felt really good.

He began to move with a definite rhythm that I could match.

Soon we were both moving in perfect harmony.

I felt my orgasm slowly start to build.

Our movements felt wonderful, and my orgasm continued to build.

I whispered in his ear, “I’m getting close, Mike.”

“Me too.”

After a couple more minutes, I felt it wash over me as I shuddered.

As I twitched in post-orgasmic bliss, Mike kept on thrusting.

Suddenly he thrust in and held it as he came too.

He pulled back a bit and thrust again, and then a third time before stopping.

We lay in each other’s arms contented.

“Wow.” I finally said softly. “That was beautiful.”

“It sure was,“ he agreed.

After a couple of minutes, he said, “My flight leaves at 2:00 tomorrow. What time are you leaving?”

“I’ve also got a 2:00 flight to Rogersville.”

“You live in Rogersville? Where?”

“On Range Road near Blossom. Why?”

“You’re not going to believe this, but I’m at the other end of Range near Yasmine. We only live about five miles from each other.”

“That’s fantastic! At least I think it’s fantastic. Do you, are you, uh?”

“I broke up with someone about three or four months ago,” Mike said softly.

“It was five months ago for me. Do you think we might be able to, uh, see each other when we get back?”

“I’d like that. How about we get some sleep now?”

We drifted off to sleep holding each other.

I woke up to the sound of voices the next morning. I had my back to the young men, so I opened my eyes and thought, “I wonder if Mike will want to give them a show with me this morning.”

“Mike,” I whispered, “Mike, wake up. Don’t open your eyes, though. Smile to let me know you’re awake.”

Mike smiled, and I continued, “Mike, there’s a bunch of young men behind me that can see into my room. When you saw me masturbating yesterday morning, I was giving them a show. If you’re agreeable, we can give them a show together this morning, or I can get up and close the curtains. It’s up to you.”

Without moving his lips, he whispered, “It’s not just young men this morning. There are about twenty or twenty-five young men and women standing at half a dozen windows.”

“From what I can hear, the women are giving the men a hard time. I don’t think they believe that you masturbated for them. I’ve never given this type of public performance before. The closest I got was walking about on stage in bikini briefs in a play a couple of years ago while one of the actresses was walking about topless. I think I’ll be able to rise to the occasion. Let’s give it a go.”

“Well,” I said, “if you can’t rise to the occasion, I’ll have to take some extraordinary actions to get you up.”

He started to kiss me and slowly began to caress my back and bum. I returned his kisses and caressed his bum and thighs.

Mike didn’t seem to be having any trouble rising to the occasion, as I felt his cock harden against my stomach.

“Time for the show,” I whispered and moved on top of him.

While we lay like this kissing, I heard one of the young men saying, “I think they’re going to fuck.”

A young woman’s voice replied, "No, they’re not you idiot. They’re going to make love.”

‘Good girl!’ I thought. ‘You know the difference. I hope you can teach that twit.’

Swivelling around so that we were in a sixty-nine position! I began to lick Mike’s hard cock.

He took my cue and began licking my slit. We kept this up until I was wet.

I whispered to Mike, “Move around so that your head is towards our audience."

When he’d done this, I straddled him and slowly lowered my pussy onto his cock.

Soon, I was moving up and down his length. As I repeatedly impaled myself, Mike began caressing my boobs and pulling on the nipples.

“How are you doing? I asked him.

“I can feel it starting to build. How about you?”

“Me too. Do you want to come in my mouth, onto my tummy, or onto my bum?”

“Such tough choices,” he chuckled. “How about on your bum?”

“Whenever you’re ready, I’ll move onto my knees.”

After a couple more minutes, he said, “Let’s do it.”

Swinging my leg off, I got on my hands and knees. Mike got up and inserted himself. We were soon moving in harmony.

“I’m really close, Mike. I can’t hold it back this time.”

Just as I started to orgasm, I felt Mike pull out and spurt his cum over my bum. After he finished, he embraced me, and we fell onto the bed.

I heard one of the young women say, “Wow! I’ve never seen that before.”

Another said, “Did you see the way his cock moved in and out of her pussy?”

"Yeah," said another. “But did you see her take his whole cock in her mouth?”

From one of the young men I heard, “I wish I was him. She really knows how to fuck.

“She deep-throated him all the way. I wonder if they’re here next week.”

With the ringing of the bell, the voices disappeared. Mike and I lay there cuddling. It felt great. In fact, better than great. It felt wonderful and comfortable.

“You didn’t seem to have trouble rising to the occasion.”

“Nope. But it wasn’t as nice as last night. Having to orchestrate all our movements took all the fun out of it. I admit, though, that the fact of having an audience excited me, and if the circumstances were right, I might do it again.”

“That’s good to hear, because, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m a bit of an exhibitionist. If we’re into it together, it would be wonderful. It would be a hobby we can share. I agree with you about the orchestration, though. Since they’re gone, how about we take our time this time?”

“Sounds like a plan.”