A final glance in the mirror confirmed what she already knew. She looked good. Damned good! With a self satisfied smile she left her room and made her way downstairs.

Following the sounds of laughter and the clinking of glasses she made her way to the back room where she'd laid everything out earlier in the day. When she reached the doorway she stopped, looking around at the people milling about inside. She smiled as she watched the interaction between everybody, and then frowned. She couldn’t remember inviting so many people. Then she realised that on the invites she'd said to 'bring a friend'. It looked like more than one friend per person had been brought, but she didn't mind. There were more than enough refreshments for everybody.

As she stood there quietly she tried to decipher who was who. It was an impossible task, as everyone had come dressed for the occasion in fancy dress costumes. This also delighted her, as normally there were always a few people who didn't feel comfortable dressing up, or considered it too childish. The array of outfits was outstanding. There seemed to be every imaginable costume, ranging from monsters and sexy witches, to mummies and ghouls. Everyone had really made an effort! Stacey wasn't sure what time people had arrived, but from the looks of things the party had been underway for quite some time.

As she looked around she tried to discover what character Eric was. She really couldn’t imagine him dressing up as a monster or ghoul. Then, as she looked across to the door leading out to the courtyard, she spotted him. Dressed all in black he looked even more handsome than he normally did, if that were possible. He had on black figure hugging pants, and a black shirt open to the waist. An ankle length black leather coat added to the effect, as did the black mask he wore. Stacey guessed he'd come as Dick Turpin, or some other scoundrel from bygone days.

He was stood talking to a woman dressed provocatively as a serving wench. He was leaning against the doorframe, a drink in hand, laughing huskily at something the woman said to him. Upon hearing the sound Stacey felt the usual tightening in her pussy as she moistened instantly. Instantly Eric’s head shot up and he pierced her with his brown eyes. His eyes widened and his nostrils flared. It was almost as if he was sniffing the air. One eyebrow was raised in an enigmatic questioning way, and Stacey felt herself blushing, although she was at a loss as to why.

Without breaking his gaze from her, he leaned down and whispered something to the serving wench. She looked at Stacey, then back at him, and said something in return which made them both laugh. Stacey determinedly looked away and cast her gaze around the room once more,