A Scare-ifying Halloween Story

Well, not really. But since it's Halloween, I thought I would tell a story of a Halloween party we went to a few years back. Or, more accurately, the aftermath.

The year that Jill and I started dating, we were invited to a Halloween party at a local hotel. It was a very elaborate party with about a hundred guests, all in costume. Jill and I dressed up as vampires, complete with formalwear, ghost-white greasepaint, and plastic fangs, and had a great time. There was plenty of food and drink, music and dancing, and great conversation when the music wasn't too loud.

By ten-thirty, I was pretty much done with the party, and I'm pretty sure Jill was too. However, I was hoping to thank the couple who threw the party, and they seemed occupied, so we decided to take a walk around the hotel. Once we'd made our way around the ground floor, we decided to venture upstairs. We found an elevator and chose a floor at random, then took a walk through a nondescript hallway. At the end of the hallway was a window that looked out on the freeway and, having literally run out of places to go, we gazed out of it for a moment.

"Want to make out?" Jill asked. I kissed her, and before we got too carried away, we moved into the small area between the hallway and the staircase so that people walking down the hallway wouldn't be able to see us. We resumed making out, secure in the knowledge that we were hidden from view. We kissed long and passionately, and without realizing exactly how or when, my hand found itself massaging Jill's breasts. Soon she took my hand and moved it down her black dress, letting it rest between her legs. I felt her heat mere inches away from my fingertips and pulled up her dress, my hands touching her stockings on the way up.

Eventually I came upon her black silk panties, and I caressed her through them. As we continued to kiss, she reached down and pulled her panties aside, allowing me access to her slippery wet pussy. As I played with her, she took her mouth off of mine and sighed deeply, her hair tickling my neck and the side of my face. I continued to play with her, feeling her wetness as my fingers found their way inside her while my thumb strummed her tiny-yet-erect clit.

After a few minutes more, we decided that we had tempted arrest long enough, and headed back downstairs. Rather than returning to the party or thanking our hosts, we got out of there. At home, we took a hot, steamy shower in order to scrub all of our makeup off, then got into bed. Although no longer dressed as vampires, we paid special attention to each other’s necks that night.

-Jack