| Straight: Strangers: The Day After (1/3) |
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Amie felt nervous, dabbing just a hint of perfume behind her ear, at the base of her neck. She regarded herself in the mirror and let her eyes lock on the hollow a few inches above her cleavage. Her finger hovered, trembling slightly. This was Halloween, and shy little Amie had gone all out. She only wished her insides matched the out. Taking a deep breath, she continued the strategic placement of the oil. Her costume was brilliant: The Day After. She had tousled her long black hair up in a sexy slept-in way. Her makeup was heavy and seductive. The gray and black rimming around her emerald eyes made them stand at attention. It was more than that, she realized her pulse was pounding, her hands were shaking because even she knew, nothing was going to stand in her way tonight....ladies and gentleman, for one night only Amie Lewis was a knockout. She straightened the lapel on her tuxedo jacket, adjusting deep blue corset beneath it. By design the jacket was too big for her, showing the naughty lingerie beneath it. Stopping midway to her knee, the hem played peek-a-boo with the black gartered thigh highs she still couldn't believe she was wearing. They made her feel daring, sexy, erotic. Tonight was about sex pure and simple. She wanted to feel sexy, and dammit she did. The dampness of her panties proved that. Grabbing her jacket, she tucked her FM pumps into her purse and headed for the door. She hesitated then, unsure if she could really face a room full of people dressed like this. It was just not like her. “Buck up Lewis,” she spoke to no one, and slid outside into the brisk October air. The party was in more than full swing by the time she found it. Adrian's house had been transformed into variable wonderland, complete with white rabbits, and painted flowers. Adrian's blond bosom bounced towards her in full expectation. And Amie regarded the sexy Alice with awe. She accented her tiny waist with a white ribbon and white stockings. Her smile was pure sex and the baby blue of her vintage teddy set of the softness of her tan. “Damn,” was all Amie could muster. Adrian handed her a small vial that read drink me. Amie tucked the bottle in her jacket pocket, and gave a smile. Her full lips had been painted red, and she didn't want to ruin that just yet. “All right, let's see this fabulous idea,” sexy Alice said, tugging at her best friend's coat. “Hot damn Aims, I uh... uhh...damn.” Alice leaned in and dragged one baby blue fingernail across the top of Amie's garter. “Are you sure you don't want to play for my team?” she whispered in Amie's ear. The warmth of her breath, the nearness of her body turned Amie on even more. She felt her panties get wetter, her pussy pulse. Oh god did she want to explore that territory, but tonight was about sex.... not experimentation. Yet anyway. She couldn't help but moan when Alice...no Adrian...her best friend, removed her finger, and her coat. This was it. A few heads turned, but mostly no one recognized her. After making the rounds a bit, she headed to the back yard, also rabbit themed; she loved the twinkle lights that led to the woods. An escape, she needed to catch her bearings a bit, make a plan. She wanted to get laid tonight, she needed to feel something hot and masculine inside her. But so far no |
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