The mood was set. The windows were blackened out. Imitation cobwebs hung from every corner, while eerie pumpkin head candles illuminated the rooms and cast flickering shadows everywhere. In the courtyard an old tin bath that had been discovered in the old barn had been half filled with cold water, and a dozen or so apples were merrily making ripples as the cool breeze caught them. The stereo system was loaded with a cd that had been filled with spooky sound effects. The fridge was full to overflowing with drinks of every description to please every palate. The old dining room table had been set up, and was laden with typical buffet food. Enough to feed a damn army! Dave and Kelly had said they were going to bring along some more "props" later for additional games.

Stacey cast a last critical eye over everything to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. She had been planning tonight’s party for weeks now, and finally she could relax. Even the weather seemed to be on her side. It was cold and windy, but at least the rain looked like holding off. A good thing considering that some of the festivities would be spilling out to the courtyard, and no doubt the surrounding disused barns and outbuildings.

All that was left to do was to get herself ready. As she entered her bedroom she glanced at her outfit hanging on the wardrobe door, and couldn’t help the little smile that spread across her face. A stroke of genius to have a masquerade...even if she did say so herself. Her costume, while being revealing to a certain extent, would hide her identity without hiding her sexiness. She had a feeling that Eric would recognise her at once. After all he was always calling her his little kitten. Well tonight she would show him that his kitty was fully grown…with claws!

As there were still 4 hours before her guests were due to start arriving, Stacey thought that she might take herself a nap and restore some much needed energy for this evening. She slipped out of her clothes, went and relieved herself in the adjoining bathroom, and then collapsed onto the bed with a satisfied sigh. Bliss! She didn’t bother with closing the curtains. Just another bonus of living out in the sticks was the fact that people didn’t just go past. Privacy was hers at all times.

She closed her eyes and let her mind drift to thoughts of Eric. Those gorgeous chocolate brown eyes of his, and that smile! He only had to look at her and she would get so hot that she melted into a puddle of delicious wetness. They hadn't been physically intimate, yet, but the innuendos were always there. She knew it was just a matter of time, and she hoped that tonight would be the night that all their flirtations and unspoken sexual promises would be fulfilled.

She wondered what he would be like as a lover. Would he be gentle, or would there be a controlled animalistic passion? As she daydreamed her hands started to move seemingly of their own volition. Softly they meandered from her neck down to her breasts, stroking gently at first, but as her thoughts got hotter so her hands got firmer. Squeezing her fullness and tweaking her nipples she felt herself moisten some more, and a liquid warmth started pooling in the pit of her stomach.

One hand crept lower still, over her belly and even lower, until she reached her mound. With the palm of her hand she applied pressure and gasped as