skweezme
10-19-2012, 04:15 PM
The Halloween party was going really well.
He was nicely drunk and a bit stoned. The music was dancey and techno and loud. Not what he’d usually listen to. But he was loving it. And the girls were gorgeous! He had a vague fantasy, as always, that he’d be able to find a kinky girl here. A girl who’d be into doing some ballbusting for fun.
But just now he was trying to find the girl who’d given him a smoke.
“Excuse me!” he shouted over the music as he pushed through the bodies. So many sexy witches and vampires. All shapes and sizes. So much possible kink! The girl who’d given him the joint was at the far end of the room, near the French window on her own. He thought it was her, but as he pushed closer between the sweating bodies he wasn’t so sure.
She was taller than he remembered. Taller than him. Dressed as a sexy vampire. Long strong legs in fishnet tights, grooving to the beat, lights strobing over her.
His hard-on got harder. It was her. He pushed forward.
“Excuse me!” He tried to slide past a witch who pressed herself into him.
Suddenly he was in front of her, pressed close.
“Excuse me! Sorry!” She was so tall.
She smiled down at him. Her vampire fangs were very convincing, very pointy.
“Hello again!” she said.
He couldn’t actually hear her, but thought he could read her lips.
She seemed to sense this.
She leaned down to his ear and put a heavy arm round his shoulders.
“Do you want to go somewhere quieter? I think I know what you want…!”
The noise and the heat were suddenly oppressive. He gulped. He was sure she only meant another smoke. And that’d be absolutely fine. But he let himself imagine, as usual, that she meant something else. Or even just an offer of straight sex.
“How about if we went back to my place? I’ve got some toys there I think you might like!”
He could hardly believe what he was hearing.
“Sorry?” he gestured to his ears. The music was loud.
“I said…oh never mind. We’ll get a taxi. I’m hungry. Come on!”
Hunger can be a terrible thing.
He was nicely drunk and a bit stoned. The music was dancey and techno and loud. Not what he’d usually listen to. But he was loving it. And the girls were gorgeous! He had a vague fantasy, as always, that he’d be able to find a kinky girl here. A girl who’d be into doing some ballbusting for fun.
But just now he was trying to find the girl who’d given him a smoke.
“Excuse me!” he shouted over the music as he pushed through the bodies. So many sexy witches and vampires. All shapes and sizes. So much possible kink! The girl who’d given him the joint was at the far end of the room, near the French window on her own. He thought it was her, but as he pushed closer between the sweating bodies he wasn’t so sure.
She was taller than he remembered. Taller than him. Dressed as a sexy vampire. Long strong legs in fishnet tights, grooving to the beat, lights strobing over her.
His hard-on got harder. It was her. He pushed forward.
“Excuse me!” He tried to slide past a witch who pressed herself into him.
Suddenly he was in front of her, pressed close.
“Excuse me! Sorry!” She was so tall.
She smiled down at him. Her vampire fangs were very convincing, very pointy.
“Hello again!” she said.
He couldn’t actually hear her, but thought he could read her lips.
She seemed to sense this.
She leaned down to his ear and put a heavy arm round his shoulders.
“Do you want to go somewhere quieter? I think I know what you want…!”
The noise and the heat were suddenly oppressive. He gulped. He was sure she only meant another smoke. And that’d be absolutely fine. But he let himself imagine, as usual, that she meant something else. Or even just an offer of straight sex.
“How about if we went back to my place? I’ve got some toys there I think you might like!”
He could hardly believe what he was hearing.
“Sorry?” he gestured to his ears. The music was loud.
“I said…oh never mind. We’ll get a taxi. I’m hungry. Come on!”
Hunger can be a terrible thing.