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Dressed for the Party

 
dressed for the party

she as a witch --black hat, gauzy veil, long black gown, sandals (the usual)
me as a ghost --bed sheet, holes cut out for eyes, sandals (the usual)

what you see is all we wore --that was part of the turn on

her bosom bounced as she walked (just a bit)
I pushed the sheet out in front (just a bit)

around the block we strolled

we hoped some would notice --that was part of the turn on

my arm around her waist (pulling her close)
her arm around my hips (pulling me near)

up the walk we walked

in the door as if we didn't know each other --that was part of the turn on

flirting with the boys (teasing, not delivering)
toying with the girls (hinting, then declining)

around the room we floated

swaggering, laughing,  --that was part of the turn on

I patted her butt (did others see?)
she rubbed mine (a few saw)

near the bar we passed

playing, drinking, enjoying --that was part of the turn on

I brushed her bust (many saw)
she brushed my cock (others clearly saw)

in the center of the room we circled

exciting, arousing --that was part of the turn on

I played at grabbing her ass (they stared)
she flat seized mine (they really stared)

standing still we groped

nipples and dick erect --that was part of the turn on

she took my finger and put it in and out of her mouth (some were gesturing)
I nodded, she smiled (host was pushing us toward a door)

wrapped around each other we stumbled

sloppy kissing, giggling --that was part of the turn on

my hand gripped and starting to raise her dress (rude comments behind us)
her hand finding its way under the sheet (lewd comments behind us)

slammed the door, saw the bed

sheet over head, hat and veil off, dress on the floor --that was part of the turn on

creating bed noises (giggling at what they must have thought)
fake moaning, false groaning (grinning at what we knew they thought)

she cried out, I yelled out, then off the bed

sheet back over her head, dress over mine, hat and veil on --that was part of the turn on

door open, careening into the party, still wrapped around each other (they really, really stared)
across the room, out into the night, supporting each other (lewd comments flew)

in laughter we wobbled down the walk and around the block

home, stripped, bed --then was the finale to the turn on
Written by J_J_Jay_Jr
Published | Edited 7th Nov 2012
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