8 comments/ 43578 views/ 12 favorites An Upset Halloween Plan By: 49greg Everyone in the story is over 18 years old. This work of fiction is a product of the author's imagination and the characters, incidents or dialog are not to be construed as real. This story includes scenes of graphic sex and should NOT be read by minors or anyone that might be offended by such filth. No one should publish or post this story anywhere else without the author's written permission. This is my submission to the Halloween Contest. The length of this story is around 7,300 words and takes up 2 pages on Lit. Tags used on this story are: first time, pussy eating, panties, milf, infidelity, blow job, nipples, big tits, costume, cougar Category: First Time. xxxxXXxxx It was a late season BBQ in the Davidson's back yard with just their Son Todd and their next door neighbors Ron and Wendy Meyers. As was usual for these two couples, the wives were in the kitchen getting salads and condiments ready while their husbands and Todd were out by the grill, chatting and keeping an eye on the Meyers' younger toddlers playing on the lawn. John Davidson came out of the house with two beers in his hands heading for the barbeque where Ron and Todd were standing near the grill. "So Ron, I overheard Wendy telling Betty about some sort of game you two are going to be playing at the big Charity Costume Ball this year." Mr. Meyers, Ron, gave his characteristic throat clearing, "hmm-hum", then looked back and forth between Todd and his Dad with a grin on his face. "Well, the official version is that we are going separately, she's coming home from work, then going over to the hotel. I'm going to be at the office late and will go directly there." "And the real version?" "She thought it would be romantic if I found her there in costume and mask and acted like I was some guy trying to pick her up. And to top it off I'm not supposed to talk much, at all." Ron said wryly. "What if some other guy shows up and tries to actually pick her up?" John asked. "She picked out my costume. I told her that there's lots of Zorro costumes around, but she thinks it will be fun. On top of that I don't know anything about her costume, except that it's yellow." Was Ron's answer. "You could have some fun chatting with other women for a while. After all everyone is supposed to wear a mask. You know, tell her you've been doing research, or thought they were her or something." John said as Todd's mind played with the erotic possibilities. "Yeah, that would be great, not. What if I ran into Betty, or Fred's wife, Helen. That could get dangerous." Ron answered. "Hey, Betty would flirt back at you for hours, but get too touchy-feely and she'd faint." John laughed. "Yeah, but Helen would grab me and try to rape me on the floor." Ron chuckled and cleared his throat. "Hmm-humm. "Yeah, with Fred watching the whole time." John was practically laughing now. "He'd stand there and stutter, H' H' H' Helen, H' H' H' Honey? W' W' W' W' What are you doing, c' c' c' can I help?" Ron laughed again. Todd was red in the face. Helen Rodgers was well built with huge tits, but a face that naturally seemed to scowl. He'd always thought she was cold and mad at the everything. This was a whole new world that opened up ever since he turned eighteen and his Dad and Mr. Meyers, started including him in their conversations. From that comment and others it seemed that Helen bossed her husband unmercifully and had a reputation for being a nymphomaniac who tried to seduce other men constantly, and possibly succeeded occasionally. He filed that information away for future reference. He had dated, and parked with several girlfriends in High School, but now, at nineteen, he was still the virgin his mother thought he was. It was a condition that Todd himself was ashamed of and tried to hide from his buddies. He tried just as hard to change the situation but so far things hadn't worked out. He almost said something about the Zorro costume though. He had one as well. He had been at Hollies Costumes when Ron and Wendy had come in to get their costumes. He had come out of the fitting room after trying on his Zorro costume and saw them looking at the several Zorro outfits left. There were a few variations in style and cut in the Zorro costumes, and Todd had picked the one that he thought was the best of the lot, and there was only one other of that variation left. He ducked behind another rack of costumes because he didn't want them to ask him to babysit their kids again this year. He did see that Ron had gotten the exact same type of costume he had. "Todd." "Todd," Ron said a little louder the second time. "Yes sir?" Todd looked up startled, he hadn't been paying attention to the conversation. "I assume you'll be relieved that we won't be asking you to babysit our kids this Halloween." "You won't?" "Now Ron, it's OK, he'll be happy to." John said with a smile at his son. Todd was trying to send urgent telepathic messages to his father to shut up. "Nope, not necessary, we're giving them to Wendy's sister for the entire weekend." "That's great Mr. Meyers." "As I said earlier, it's Ron now, you're legal to vote now, you should call me by my first name." "OK, uh Ron." Todd said a little hesitantly. "You'll get used to it." Ron said with a smile on his face. Todd blushed but was secretly proud to be allowed to listen to his Dad and Mr. Meyers as if he was just one of the guys. It made him feel grown up. Heck, he was well over eighteen now. He could vote. He took a quick glance at Wendy, Mrs. Meyers, as she and his mom came out with the salad bowl and a tray of condiments. He admired Wendy's figure. He'd had a crush on her for years. A little spark of fantasy occurred to him, what if, what if he was in the same costume as Mr. Meyers, and he was at the party ....He would have to explore that fantasy when he was alone in bed tonight. He gave a little shiver. "I hear Hollies has got a huge load of costumes, some pretty good quality ones, this year." Said John. "Yeah, after the fiasco a couple of years ago he must have lost his shorts. He can't do too much just selling sports outfits and menswear all year. There was a lot of choices, heck there was a whole rack of 'Zorro' outfits, must have been two dozen." "Yeah, Betty and I are going down Monday after work to find something. Todd, do you want to come too, aren't you going to that costume party at the Community College?" "I already got one Dad, I stopped by earlier this week. There's a party on campus and I've got a date, sort of." "Sort of? What kind of date is that son?" Asked John. "Well, I asked her to go, and she said she wanted to, but her parents have something planned, and she'll let me know later if she can get out of it." xxxxXXxxxx The few weeks before Halloween went by quickly with only a few things of note happening. Todd found out that his date couldn't get out of her prior obligation. He half suspected that the story she told him earlier was a stall in case someone else asked her out. He knew he had to go with a student there, and he didn't know any other girls that went there well enough to ask if he could go with them. While he intended to start college there next year, he was earning money to help pay for it during this 'gap' school year. He thought about taking the costume back, but never got around to it. The other thing was that on the Wednesday before the Ball, when he got home from his job. He saw both his Mom and Mrs Meyers dressed in their costumes. Both were dressed in early nineteenth century 'empire' waist costumes, they could have stepped out of a Jane Austen novel. Mrs. Meyers in particular was stunning. The pale yellow gown flowed to the ground from where it was gathered just below her breasts. Its simple lines gave hints of her body as she moved. He fixated on the thought that she might actually be bare underneath. It was hard to imagine this gown way back then, but he had seen pictures of paintings in books on the coffee table for months as the two women talked about and made their own costumes. The bodice was low and seemed designed to show a hint of cleavage. He thought they were as sexy as anything he had seen at prom. As he got a glass of water in the kitchen he heard Wendy Meyers discuss with his Mom the game she was going to play with her husband. "You be careful Wendy, there might be other Zorro costumes there and what if you find out that your Zorro is the wrong one." Betty said. "Oh, that will be part of the fun. I can always scream and Ron will come running." Wendy laughed as she said this. Then she continued. "In fact, that's part of my plan. Ron's been so busy at work the last six months that he's missed half a dozen date nights with me. Several times he didn't even call and tell me. I sat around waiting for him so long one time that I kept getting hit on. I was so mad I nearly went off with one of them." "You wouldn't! Would you?" Exclaimed Betty. "It would serve him right. You know he cheated on me once don't you?" Wendy went on, in a slightly lower tone of voice. Todd just froze, he was quiet as a church mouse hoping to hear more. He was glad he had been quiet about coming in, hoping to make it up to his room before his Mom could ask him to do any chores. "You didn't really, but once you let some hints drop, what happened?" Betty asked. "It was a mix up, sort of, and I told him I forgave him, but I didn't really. What happened is that a few years ago he was spending a lot of time traveling for the company, a lot of nights away from home." "I remember that," said Betty, hoping to keep the conversation flowing. "Well, we had a fight, a real knock-down-drag-out. He went on a trip and the first night he was there we got in another fight on the phone. To this day I can't remember what it was all about." "Oh I hate those, but everyone has a fight now and again." Betty soothed. "I know, but I said something like, 'if you aren't happy with me you should find someone else.' and he said, 'I just might,' and slammed down the phone." Wendy said. "Wow. And he did?" "Yeah, but I didn't find out until much later. He was real sheepish when he got home. We made up and it was all forgotten. Then a year or so later he was supposed to go to the same city, and he refused to go. I never would have know but he made some excuse about planning something with me, and his boss called me to apologized and tried to talk me into letting him go." Wendy continued. "And you didn't know anything, so you asked him about it." Betty prompted when Wendy got a far away look on her face. "Yup, and he broke down and cried. He said he never wanted to go to Atlanta again because it reminded him of the bad feelings he had, and also what he did about it. I had no clue what he was talking about." Wendy continued. "Wow, what happened." Betty asked. "The poor sap got down on one knee and confessed and asked me to forgive him. It was with someone that works in the Atlanta office. And I have to say he's been much more attentive since then. But lately he's been having to take more and more trips." Wendy said. "So you forgave him." Betty asked. "Yes, that's what I told him. But I also told him that I owed him one night out if I ever got that mad at him again. The guy was so cowed he even agreed to what he called get-even sex." Wendy was looking a little distracted as she said that. Todd noticed that her nipples were poking through her dress as he peeked around the door. "You wouldn't really do it though. Oh, that's so exciting though, like a free pass," Betty whispered. "No, I don't think I ever will. We're past the bad spot, still, there's time when I'm alone with my battery operated friend and I daydream about it." Wendy confessed. Both women giggled, Todd was fully and uncomfortably erect in his jeans, he peeked though to the living room again and his eyes fixated on Wendy's erect nipples. Then Wendy spoke again. "He promised he wouldn't go away as often, and without telling me ahead of time, but he still goes away sometimes, I still get lonely, and sometimes I think of things I shouldn't." Wendy had the far away look in her eyes again. Todd crept to the back door and opened and closed it loudly before practically running up to his room, his face red. He took a quick glance at the two ladies and noticed that Wendy was facing away and it looked like her hands were over her breasts. His mom was right next to her. Then, just two days before the Costume Ball on Friday night. The evening after Todd had eavesdropped on his mother and Wendy, their phone rang right after supper. Betty's mother called. Betty's father had fallen off a ladder and she asked if Betty could make the 3 hour drive on Saturday morning and stay the weekend to help out. Betty agreed, and did better than that. She insisted that John go with her, and that they leave Friday morning so John could help around the house and help his father get settled in with his broken leg. He could also take care of any 'man' chores around the house. They would leave Todd home alone, and asked him to tell the Meyers' that they wouldn't be at the party. They spent the rest of the evening packing and discussing plans, and telling Todd that he was old enough to be left alone. They left him money for emergencies and Betty briefed him on what supplies were in the kitchen for him to prepare meals with. Later that night, when Todd was alone in bed, he had some wicked ideas, he realized that his parents hadn't thought to cancel the hotel reservations they had for Saturday night. It felt like a perfect storm of happenstance that would get him into the big party without parental supervision. A ball supposedly for only adults over twenty-one, with a cash bar. Very early the next morning Todd's parents left, After helping load the car with their luggage, Todd hugged his mom and shook his Dad's hand, and watched them drive off. He went back to bed for a couple of hours. xxxxXXXxxxx As Todd headed out to get into his car later that Friday morning to go to work, he saw Mr. Meyers' car backing out of their garage. He waved and saw Mr. Meyers stop. He walked over to the car window. "Hi Todd, your folks all ready for the party tonight?" "No sir, they left early to help out my grandmother. Grandpa fell and broke his leg, they'll be there all weekend." "Your Grandpa going to be all right?" "Oh yeah, he's getting out of the hospital this afternoon. But he'll be off his feet for a while." Todd said. "Well, take care of yourself, and stay out of trouble. We won't be around until Saturday afternoon, we're still going to the costume ball." Ron told the nineteen year old. "I'll be fine, Mom and Dad left money to get by on, and there's lots of stuff in the kitchen, I'll be fine." Todd assured his neighbor. "O.K., I've got to get to work, Oh, uh, you heard me tell about the game Mrs. Meyers and I are playing didn't you?" Ron asked. "Yeah, at the cookout in our yard," Todd answered. "Well, the thing is that as part of the game, Wendy is going to leave her cell phone off, in fact she might not have it at all. So if anything happens you have to call on our home phone, or call me," Ron said. "That's OK, I don't know your cell numbers, but really, I'll be fine." Todd assured him. "I need to give them to you when I get home, but I've got to get going, see you later on, Wendy or I will check our home answering machine remotely just in case," Ron said as he put his car in gear and backed out on their road and pulled away. Todd had a normal day at work, and eventually it was over. It was strange coming home to an empty house, knowing it was going to be empty all weekend. In fact he took his time, and got home a little later than usual, with a meal from a fast food restaurant beside him in the car. As he got to the door he heard the house phone ringing, but didn't get to it before it stopped. Later he thought to check the answering machine. He played back the message, it was from Ron, Mr. Meyers. "John and Betty, and I guess Todd since your folks are out of town. This is Ron. Look I've done something stupid, I left my cell phone at the office and I'm calling from the airport. I can't get hold of Wendy. Please go over and tell her I'm all right. I've already left a message on our home phone, but she might not check it. "I got word last minute this afternoon that I have to take a flight to Chicago for an emergency meeting with a customer. They aren't happy and I'm the go-to guy to sooth ruffled feathers. I'll get a temporary cell in the morning and call then. Got to go they're calling my flight." Todd went next door and knocked but Mrs. Meyers wasn't there. He figured that she had left to go to the party, probably left early to get dressed in her hotel room. He hurried back home and wrote a note explaining and slipped it under their door. He didn't know either of their cell numbers, just their home phone, and he knew that Mr. Meyers had already done it, but he left a message just the same. Then he had an idea. Go the ball. Why not? His parents had tickets. They had a room reserved didn't they? Whenever they called to check on him, they called him on their cell phone, hardly ever on the home phone. they would never know if he wasn't home! He walked into the kitchen and the tickets where still there, stuck to the refrigerator door with a magnet advertising a local dentist. And if they did, he could tell them he was trying to tell Wendy Meyers that her husband had left town. He had to get into his costume to get into the ball to find her. This way he could buy a few drinks, only over 21 types ever went here. He'd leave the mask on and no bartender would ask for ID. And even if he didn't drink, he could have fun. It went as planned. Even his nervousness checking in at the hotel didn't phase the hotel clerk. Todd was asked if the room was going to be on the credit card they had reserved it on, and he said no, and gave his own card. It didn't have a very high limit, but he always paid it off, and there was no problem with the different first name. xxxxXXXxxxx So a few hours later Todd wandered through the hotel ballroom dressed as Zorro, complete with mask and sword. He had no fear about his parent's finding out, and if they did, well he was sure he could talk his way out of things if he didn't get into any trouble. He had a few beers, illicitly, in high school and he knew his limit. He would stay under that. Mostly he just wanted to see what went on. Once in the ballroom about the only thing the nineteen year old was thinking about was how all these supposedly ordinary housewives had transformed themselves into gorgeously costumed seductresses. He guessed it had something to do with the masks everyone had to wear. That and the very low bodices that some had, as well as very short and revealing dresses that others had on. The ballroom was huge, and there were several rooms that led off of it, he could see that several meeting rooms had been opened up to create the large space. There were several hundred people, a live band playing old classical style dance music. Well if he had to he knew he could handle it, his Mom had forced him to learn to waltz and to foxtrot. There were three cash bars and several tables with nibbles and non alcoholic punch, ice tea and water available. He had already downed a beer but at a steep price. He figured part of the profit had to go to the charity. He had even bought one of the raffle tickets. He didn't see anybody he thought he recognized. People were grouped together in clusters that obviously knew each other, and others were wandering around alone like he was, or in pairs, just people, or perhaps costume, watching. Not much was happening except on the dance floor. He mentally shrugged and headed that way. An Upset Halloween Plan Once in that area he noticed chairs set around the perimeter while small tables were arranged at one end. The lighting was low and streamers hung down from the ceiling diffusing the light into different somber colors. They swirled as people passed by or through them. The occasional white ghost or skeleton also hung down to floor level competing with bats, spiders, pumpkins, and stylized cape wearing vampires. Looking at the dance floor he saw that there were areas and corners that weren't clearly visible. He saw a woman wearing a very short devil costume, complete with horns mounted on the cloth helmet that covered her face to her mouth, with openings for eyes and nose. Her skirt was short and not even, but cut in a jagged hem, revealing large areas of upper thigh as she moved. She wore red gloves that reached past her elbows and a tail rose up out of her lower back and peeked over her shoulder, swaying in time with her hips as she walked in her very high heels. When she got closer he could see a lot of cleavage and a large bosom. She wasn't slender, but well built. She walked right up to him. "Care to dance Musketeer?" The devil lady asked. "Yes devil woman, but I may be be a bit rusty, I'd hate to step on those lovely shoes?" He answered in a low, and hopefully more mature and sexy voice, not sure why she called him a Musketeer. "These old things? Nonsense, come on," she said with a laugh. She walked right up to him and put an arm on his shoulder, grasping his left hand in her right. It was instinctive to put his right arm around her waist. They waltzed onto the dance floor and the simple box step his Mom had taught him seemed to work very well. They worked their way toward the middle of the dance floor and very quickly she was pressed closely to him, her head on his shoulder as a padded horn stood up in front of his face. He ignored it as her body pressed against his sudden erection. Pressed and moved with the rhythm of the waltz. One of her legs seemed always to move between his as they danced. He could smell her perfume, and the alcohol she had consumed, but seemed to be doing fine, not stumbling, just fine. He liked the feel of her in his arms. Her large breasts pressed against his chest and her arm tightened around his neck. He let his right hand wander lower on her back and she let out a light moan and pressed closer against him. When next he paid attention to his surroundings he saw that they were in a far corner, the rest of the ballroom obscured by the hanging decorations. A few other dancers were in the darkened area and none were giving more than a token attempt to move in a dance, but just clutched at each other swaying together slowly. Devil Woman put both her hands on his shoulders, then around the back of his neck, she pressed into him, into his erection. "Oh god honey, I'm so hot for you, I'm practically dripping right now," she whispered. "Uh huh," Todd whispered back, completely out of his depth. "You're what I need honey, just shut up and do me," she gasped. "Here!" Todd squeaked, then "Here," in his lower voice. The woman pulled back, looked intently at his masked face, then sighed and pushed against him again, not so hard as before, more just relaxing against his body. He dropped his hand and didn't just touch her upper bottom, but cupped her butt. "You're not William are you?" She said as she started to move again, swaying against him, nudging herself against him, once again placing her legs around his left leg, pushing her mound against his upper thigh in time with the music. "No," Todd answered, in his lower voice. "You sound a little young to be William, you can let your voice be normal now, did William put you up to this?" She asked. "No, I don't know a William," Todd answered in his normal voice. "Mmmm, your voice sounds nice, you're not married are you?" She asked him, continuing the gently stimulate herself on him. "No, I crashed, I used my parent's tickets when they had to go and help Gramma," Todd confessed. His cock had deflated, he was still turned on, but he was sure she'd have him arrested now. "Don't pull away, use both your hands on my butt, unless you want to feel my tit," She said, pulling him back into her. Todd cupped her butt cheeks with both hands, one to each side, they felt soft, yet muscular, he massaged them, enjoying the feeling, and getting hard again. "That's it, now kiss me," she said. Still humping his leg she pulled slightly away on one side, tilted her head back and looked directly into his eyes. He slid his right hand up her side and onto the breast that wasn't still pressed to his chest. "Hmmmm, kiss me boy," she whispered. Todd lowered his mouth onto her as his hand explored her breast, he felt her nipple pressing out and pinched it lightly. Her tongue explored his mouth and twisted against his. She pulled away from the kiss and looked into his eyes again. "That bastard William said he would be dressed as a Musketeer in black, so when I saw you I thought you were him. I should have known though, you look too good, and you don't have his gut." She said. She put a hand over his and kept it on her breast. "I'm Zorro," Todd said, not sure how to respond. "Hah, you men, you're in black and wearing a sword, you're Musketeer enough for me. Let's go to my room, we've got time." The woman in red said as she pulled away. Todd saw her start to walk away, then stop and look at him, she held her hand out and grabbed his. "Come on Musketeer, come on, I'm ready and I can tell you are too, come boy," she said and pulled him along. Later on the exact sequence of what happened to Todd on the way to her room was never clear. He remembered being in the elevator with her, another couple in normal dress, staid looking and grey tried to ignore them as he made out with the Devil Woman, groping her openly as she gasped and pushed against him. He remembered going through the throng, she held his hand and at one point stopped, pressed against him and in a whisper asked him his age. "Nineteen" he mumbled. "Oh yes, yes, my daughter is that age, yes, come quickly," She said. He remembered going past the hotel check-in counter, he remembered getting his hand stamped as he left the ballroom, and he remembered seeing the two of them in a mirror. There was a long corridor and a room, she had the key and he was in there with her, in the lobby of the room, dark, kissing, her hand trying to pull his cock out of his costume. She turned away and went further into the room, a small light came on, casting shadows and barely illuminating things. He had to pee and went to the small bathroom, she opened the door and watched. He washed and tried to put his gloves back on, she took them, and him. She didn't give him time to pull off his boots, she just yanked his tight trousers, or tights? Down. Kneeling in front of him her red lips opened and sucked in his cock. It was bliss, bliss. Sure, he had been sucked before, in his car after the senior prom, but this was completely different, she seemed to enjoy it for one thing, and she was good, he wanted to cum immediately, she yanked on his balls and stopped him. Then she took him in her mouth again, more slowly, let him out, licked the length of his erection, sliding her mouth just around the head, sucking, running a hand around his balls, barely grazing the sensitive area behind them. "Anyone ever done this to you before Zorro-boy?" She asked. "N n n no, never." He gasped. She swallowed him again, all the way, he felt his cock push into her throat. He felt his explosion trying to come again, and again she took him out of her mouth, pulled on his balls, smiling all the time. "I'm the best you'll ever have, I wish I could keep you forever." She said. She got up and reached behind her, the dress seemed to disappear, she was standing in her red high heels and red panties, her lipstick was smeared, he felt a fool with his trousers around his boots, the black shirt tails hanging down his naked thighs, his cock sticking out. She stepped to the foot of the bed, sat on it, leaned her arms back and opened her legs, her breasts were naked and lay against her chest, nipples hard, her upper chest was mottled and she had no hair whatsoever around her pussy, he could see moisture around her protruding inner lips, they seemed to draw his eye. He never saw her get out of her panties. "You've never seen a woman like this have you boy," she said in quiet voice, almost sounding worried. "You're beautiful, just so beautiful," he gasped. "I want you to fuck me, but I want to cum first, have you ever gone down before?" she asked. One hand came up and pulled on a nipple, then glided down her body, wormed between her lips, fingers spread and opened her up. He just didn't know what she meant. "On your knees, just get on your knees, here, between my legs, kiss me, lick me. Make me cum, I'll bet you're a natural. When you do this to your girlfriend she'll love it, come on sweetie, my sweet musketeer." He did, it was so strange, he knelt down, he could smell her sweat, her perfume, and something else, it was her, it was sweet, and savory, and bitter, and sex, and musky, and liquid all in one and more. He thought he would cum without touching anything, he tried to forget about his tight cock. "That's it baby, just kiss me, OH! Yes, smart boy, darling boy, yes." He kissed her inner thigh, she hadn't expected that. He kissed the other thigh, closer, his nose brushed it. It was damp, like oil, he touched his nose and felt the slippery. She gasped, he did it again, pushing his nose between the folds of flesh, then tilted his head to bring his lips into play. He kissed. He licked. He felt her flop back on the bed, her legs up, her heels on the edge and her knees spread out. He peeked up and couldn't believe how sexy she was. Her mound, then her tummy. It was a little round and lines rayed around the lower tummy, were they the stretch marks he had heard of? He could see her chin, and her tits had flopped sideways, He watched for a second as she pulled and twisted a nipple. The other hand pulled on his hair, he kissed again, his eyes closed and licked. He had to know, he had to explore, he could barely see it in the shadows of the room, he looked with his fingers, explored, he knew her clit was supposed to be up here, he explored that with his tongue, his fingers were between the folds, and slid in. Yes, in. Oh yes, INSIDE her. Slippery slippery, he felt her muscles move and tighten. He put in two fingers. He remember one time in High School,Tom, who knew everything said that you curved them and rubbed against the front. He did. Nothing. He sucked with his mouth and something small there, with his tongue, rub it with his tongue, she moved, jerked, he tried to flick and suck, and ran his fingers in and out, in and out. His little finger trailed, he kept moving. She kept thrusting as he thrust into her and out, and sucked and slid his tongue around her clit. He had seen pictures, he had heard, his little finger trailed under her pussy, slippery and touched, it must be her ass. She jerked, again, her curled his fingers again and rubbed upward and tried to get his lips around the little nub, she was flooding his face, pushing into him with little whimpers Her scent was on him, in him, all over him, he heard squishes, his neck and chin were sore. She pushed against him. His other hand held her bottom, it felt so good, he caressed and held it, and moved up her thigh, to her knee and back, he pushed it up her side and found a boob, he found the nipple and pulled on that as he nibbled her nub and speared three fingers into her. She groaned, pushed against him quivering and rigid, then was still. His eyes opened and he felt her jerk, barely, he saw her tummy ripple, felt his fingers squeezed again, and again. He held his face against her, his jaws closed. She jerked again. She crawled back, further up the bed away from the foot of the bed where she had been, he watched her work herself away from him, her mask askew. He pulled his mask back up over his face from where he had pushed it down around his neck. He didn't know what to do. He wasn't very hard anymore. "Come on honey, come on, get up, I need you." She croaked now, she looked older, closer to the lamp, still sexy, tired, one eye covered by the mask, she tried to straighten it, pulled it off, he had never seen her before. Her makeup was smeared as was the lipstick. She smiled and one tooth had a smear of lipstick. He was suddenly hard again, sore neck and jaws forgotten, he fumbled in his pocket for a condom, trying to find it in the mess of his trousers pulled down over his boots, there it was, he felt his keys jingle and fall to the floor, he tore the packet and pulled it on. He crawled up, hard as ever now, he climbed on her hampered by the clothing around his boots, he laughed inside, his Dad's black ropers, low healed and round toed, but tall on his calves and loose on his feet. He was over her now, over her and she kissed him. He ignored the smeared makeup, her head flopped down and he stabbed with his hips, she guided him in with one hand, she seemed tired. He pushed in and pumped in and out frantically, he didn't know how long, he was on edge and yet couldn't cum. She smiled loosely and closed her eyes. She started heaving at him more and more, her arms closed around him, he buried his face beside hers and breathed in her scent, it was sort of lavender, floral but with a hint of musk. He smelled alcohol still, but kept pumping his cock into her it seemed to go on forever. It felt like nothing he had ever done before, it was smooth and slick and tight and warm and so very very good. At the same time he knew the condom dulled it a little and he was glad, anything that extended the time before he came was a good thing. She grunted some more in time with her counter thrusts and then stiffened again, arching up against him, suddenly he tensed as well and it came, he came, the sense of squirting through his cock, flowing out of him. He stayed there for a long time. Holding himself up on his elbows and forearms partly under her. Her arms hung loosely on his back and slid to the bed. She was completely relaxed. He knew he was soft, or at least softer, and his butt was getting cold. It seemed awkward now, she wasn't moving, just laying there. He stopped. He looked at her closely. There were grey roots in her hair, her mouth was partly open. He heard a snore. He pushed with his cock and there was nothing. He was getting soft, it seemed silly now. Wrong. He didn't even know her. He wished, he wished it was like he dreamed, he loved every second, but he wished there was girl he was in love with to do it with the first time, but then he knew he would have made a mess of it then. Here he felt safe, she had known what to do, and what she wanted, and he had gotten off, and gotten her off. He smiled. He kissed her cheek tenderly. Her eyes flickered and he saw a smile. He just crawled backward off of her and off the foot of the bed. She lay there with her legs splayed out, her bare pussy still damp and open. No longer so much of a mystery. Hadn't she said she had a daughter his age? He pulled his trousers up along with his underwear and was buckling his belt. "Wha? Um, Yes, it's better if you go, it was wonderful William, you better get going before hubby gets here, Ralph said he'd by here by nine. I need a nap, you were great," she slurred. She rolled over and curled up. Sexier now. She had a lover, William wasn't ever her husband but her Lover. Well, grey roots and breasts that weren't as perky as a twenty year old, stretch marks, and all, she was still sexy, and she was his first even if she fell asleep. He wasn't going to tell anyone that. He silently forgave her for calling him William as he pulled up the comforter from the foot of the bed, and covered her up. There was a damp spot where he ate her out Before he left he put her costume over a chair. He found his keys, and put them away. Her panties were on the floor too, and he toyed with the idea of keeping them, but left them on the chair. Used the bathroom and washed his face. Then let himself out. He looked at his watch and was surprised at how little time had actually passed. His mask in place and feeling better about the whole thing he waited at the elevator. When the car arrived and the doors opened an older man stepped out, business suit on and smile on his face, roller bag behind him. Todd wondered if that was Ralph, the hubby. And what would happen the next time Devil Woman met William. A few minutes later Todd stepped out of the elevator. He felt good, heck, he felt GREAT. He walked past the lobby and toward the ballroom. He stopped at a mirror to check himself out. He was sure in the bathroom upstairs he had washed all of the woman-scent from himself and was feeling quite cocky now, and a little randy. Still staring at the mirror, he noticed another full length mirror on the opposite side of the wide hallway, he could see his front and his back at the same time. Interested in how the effect showed multiple images reflecting down to infinity, he was surprised when another image intruded on his consciousness. Focusing his eyes he saw a woman in a light yellow empire cut gown, checking out her auburn hair. The satiny gown flowed to the ground from where it was gathered just below her breasts. Its simple lines gave hints of her body as she moved. He fixated on the thought that she might actually be bare underneath. As she straightened the gown, The strap over her shoulder showed a bra strap under it. Darn, he thought to himself, there goes the naked underneath theory. Then she turned around, still looking through the mirror he saw nipples. OK, he told himself, I've seen pictures of those kind of open front shelf bras on the 'net. He was imagining all kinds of things. He turned to face her, still looking at her nipples. Then he looked upward and saw her eyes smiling at him through the ornate mask she wore. Oh yeah, he told himself, that's Mrs. Myers. Doh. He smiled, and he started to get hard. He felt loose and less tense than ever before around her. The costume he told himself, she can't tell who you are. And now I know what to do. She came closer, then turned well within arms reach and looked at him over her shoulder. "Oh sir, is this fair damsel in danger from the famous Zorro?" She said in a coquettish voice. Without thinking Todd reached out and cupped the proffered bottom. His first thought was that there was no panties under the gown. His second was that now he wasn't going to be able to tell her who he was and therefore he couldn't tell her that Ron wouldn't be here ... sooooo. "Hmmm-humm."