Lindsey enjoyed Halloween. For her, dressing up in a costume and hiding behind a mask removed all inhibitions. And nothing said Halloween more than a costume that allowed her to show off her body.
An experienced motion picture sound technician, Lindsey was also a skilled seamstress. Each Halloween, she made her own costume as well as the one Steven would wear. This year, she’d decided on a pirate theme.
Black is sexy, she told herself as she unrolled the bolt of soft jersey knit material and fashioned a flowing long skirt. Its empire waist with a mid-thigh slit outlined in decorative red lace allowed her to show off her long curvy legs and certainly set any man’s pulse racing. The outfit demanded a peasant blouse. She made a black silk pleated blouse with three-quarter gathered balloon sleeves. The plunging scoop neckline provided a provocative view of her cleavage. It also added an alluring hint at the nicely rounded C cup breasts concealed under the material that was aided by the built-in bra she’d sown into the garment. She found a wide leather black belt at a second-hand store and added a decorative silver handled dagger and toy pistol. To disguise her platinum bleached hair that she wore in a classic bob hairstyle, Lindsey rented a 20 inch sleek red costume wig. Adding some sass to the outfit, she created a hat covered in black velvet and added a gold decorated brim. She covered the hat with black lace and a red bow on each side giving it an intricate and definite sexy look. A glittering black plastic half-mask completed the outfit. And to feel as sexy as she looked in the costume she decided against wearing panties.
She and Steven had been married for two years. She thought his handsome good looks and athletic physic could have easily appeared on the silver screen or millions of flat screen TV’s. Instead he’d chosen a career as a corporate lawyer.
His costume would be that of a swashbuckling pirate. She made a loose fitting classy satin shirt that laced at the chest and carefully sewed little ruffles around the collar and billowing shirt sleeves. She found a vest at a second hand clothing store, along with two brown leather belts. One would be worn across the chest, the other at his waist. The toy store, where she’d bought the dagger and pistol, also supplied an awesome looking cutlass sword and two matching silver pistols. She then went in search of the material to make the outfit’s trousers. Her search ended when she found a brown stripped fabric. She knew the most difficult part of the costume would be finding the boots. The costume company had cheap looking vinyl and she wanted something more befitting a rouge of the high seas. A pair, borrowed from the studio’s wardrobe department, became perfect after adding several gold buttons on the boot straps and lace up shin cuffs. A black sash, trimmed with gold, a bandanna with beaded braids, and pirate’s hat complete with white plum added the finishing touches.
The Halloween party was at the Cove, the same place she and Steven had met three years ago. The owners had decorated the darken labyrinth with cobwebs, black drape, and a non-toxic dry ice fog that floated above the floor. The staff of the upscale nightclub were masked and in costume and a festive throng of people all dressed in various costumes danced or sat drinking.
Lindsey had just returned from the restroom after freshening up when she felt a hand on her shoulder then caressing her back and moving down on her ass.
“I would like to drink your blood,” the voice said in a rather good impression of Bela Lugosi.
Lindsey turned and found herself in the arms of a man dressed as Count Dracula. His hands continued to caress her ass as he kissed her on the lips.
“Mmm, my sassy lady, you taste good.”
He was moving in for a second kiss when she drew the dagger with its rubber blade from her belt. She placed it between the Count’s legs and sweetly said: “Save your lusty desires, if you want to perform sex again.”
“Awh yes,” he said looking down at the toy dagger pressing against his family jewels. Backing away, he made a polite sweeping bow. “As you insist, my lady.”
Lindsey moved across the room feeling good about the costume she’d created. She glanced at the other party goers. A man dressed as a fire hydrant with a label pasted near his crotch area that read: Pull in Case of Emergency. She walked over and pulled the handle. A door opened and a fake eight inch rubber cock fell out, as the hollow sounding voice from inside the costume told her to enjoy herself. She complimented him on the creativity of the outfit and passed a tall woman wearing a witch’s outfit complete with pointed black hat and a broom. She saw a young woman in a sexy red Star Trek costume; a man in a Big Foot costume with a rather frightening hairy full face mask, and a knight in shining armor kissing a trim looking woman in a cowgirl outfit complete with animal print chaps and fringe everywhere.
She reached the half sofa and table where she and Steven sat only to find two women standing behind the sofa on either side of Steven. Each wore a beehive wig; one blonde the other black. Their eyeliner was overdone, and both outfits appeared to be a last minute idea. The woman on Steven’s right wore short shorts in sizzling pink with a matching front zipper pink jacket and a NASCAR cap. The other women had long, extra long legs, and a trim curvy figure that would make any man’s dick hard. She wore an ultra short flowery paisley print 1960’s go-go outfit, complete with white vinyl boots. The outfit’s plunging V-shaped neckline was showing definitely more cleavage than Lindsey’s costume. And she could see the woman’s hard nipples poking into the material.
She recognized the woman in the blonde wig by the large tattoo on her upper right arm as Suzy, one of the production coordinator girls at the studio who she’d told about the costumes she was making for the party. She guessed the other women to be her lesbian friend Gayle.
“These ladies bought us a drink,” Steven said looking up as his wife approached.
“We’re not ladies,” Suzy replied back, “We’re sluts.”
The two women complimented Lindsey on her outfit and disappeared. Lindsay sat and reaching under the tablecloth felt the crotch of Steven’s trousers. She giggled. He was semi-hard.
“I hate to destroy your fantasy about being with those two women, but they swing different.”
The band struck up an electric Techno rhythm as Lindsey watched a woman in disco outfit slithering toward their table.