She disliked her name, Elvira, up until just recently. She always went by Elle, which helped her to avoid the references to the Oak Ridge Boys. Her parents named her after the character Elvira, Mistress of the dark. Tonight, she would embrace her namesake one-hundred-and-ten-per-cent.
Christine, her best friend and the one that talked her into this party tonight, was helping her get into her dress. It was cut down nearly to her navel and had a slit clear up to her dark purple satin panties. As the zipper closed, her breasts were pushed up even more and out; her dress strained to hold them in. She had white body paint on all the exposed areas to give her that "dead" look.
"Damn girl, you could rest a couple of drinks on that shelf!" Christine giggled.
"Funny, Christine, now help me with this wig, will you? I cannot have any of my blonde hair sticking out of the jet black of the wig."
With the wig properly combed and a few tugs and tucks of the dress, the only thing left to put on was her thigh-high black fishnet stockings and those high heels. She hated them but the outfit required them. They took her to nearly six-foot, towering several inches over her friend.
"Elle, if I had not seen you squeeze yourself into that dress and helped you with that wig, I would have thought you were the real Elvira; only with way more cleavage and sexier legs."
"Do you think so? I believe that tonight, I will go by my given name. If I am going to dress like her tonight then I am going to become her, so please call me Elvira tonight."
Since her divorce over a year ago, she had been to other parties: at friend’s homes. This would be the first party she had attended with strangers and thrown at a local restaurant. Christine had bought the extra ticket and worked on Elle for weeks to get her to agree to go with her to this singles Halloween party.
Elle was nervous; she had not dated in nearly twenty years. Coming out of a bad relationship, had left her a little gun shy about dating. What if no one showed interest? What if they did? This may be the most terrifying Halloween she remembered.
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They arrived at the restaurant and there were quite a few people there already. The band was finishing up their sound check before playing. The girls found a table just off the edge of the dance floor toward the back. They should be able to converse without having to yell over the music.
With drinks on the table, they sat chatting and watching the people coming in. Elvira had just told Christine about the night terror she used to have nightly several years ago. She was covered with insects in the pitch black as though she was buried alive. How she could not scream and she always felt like someone was shaking her awake but there was never anyone in the room with her. She had had this same dream almost every night for several years. She had not had that dream in several years yet had it again just a few nights ago.
"Excuse me, Mistress, is anyone sitting at this table?"
They both turned to see a tall, nice looking gentleman standing next to them and pointing at the empty table.
"I do not believe so," Elvira replied.
She caught him staring at her; she had to check to make sure everything was still tucked in. With his height and her sitting down, he had a clear view down at her chest. She caught his eyes move to her legs and up the exposed thigh. She was a bit embarrassed yet pleased that someone would eye her up and down like this. It had, after all, been quite a while.
Just then two couples approached, they also asked about the table. He told them to go ahead as he was alone and would hate to take a table from a larger party. When he removed his coat, she recognized that he was dressed as Magic Mike. He wore a black vest, collar, cuffs, tie, black trousers, no shirt and silver chain that led into his pocket. He had a decent build, and she found herself wondering what he looked like under the vest. He had the bluest eyes she ever saw. They seemed so familiar but she did not know why.
"It is so very nice to meet you ladies. My friends call me Mike, so I believe you both may call me Mike. And your names are?"
"My name is Christine, and this is my friend Elle, well she is going by Elvira tonight. Won't you join us as we have an extra seat?"
He gave a bit of a grin and sat at the table. He set his drink down and they proceeded to chat. Christine saw some people she knew and excused herself to say hello to them. Elvira and Mike talked about any number of things. She could not help but feel like they were old friends; Elvira was enjoying his attention.
So, two of the scariest thoughts of the night were now out of the way and she lived through them. Someone did show interest, even if only being polite and she did not allow her shyness to overpower her.
Elvira was not really into dancing but somehow, he managed to coax her to the dance floor for a few slow dances. He was so easy to talk to and on the dance floor, it was as if he had control of her body. Without trying, she followed him around the floor. By the third dance, he had pulled her closer and she could feel his breath on her neck. One hand was holding hers and the other was on the small of her back; it was if she was gliding on air. His thumb lightly rubbed her back and his hand occasionally slipped a bit lower and caressed her butt.
The party was winding down and Elvira had wondered where the night had gone to. It was nearly 1 am and she was wishing the evening did not have to end. Christine came back to the table to say she had called Uber, and for Elvira to finish whatever she had going with Mike; even suggesting that they share phone numbers. He passed her a card with his number and she wrote hers on a napkin. He took her hand and kissed it gently and caressed her cheek with the other.
Looking deep into her eyes, he said, "We will meet again soon. This has been a most enjoyable evening. Sleep tight; don't let the bed bugs bite!”
What an odd thing to say, she thought to herself. A shiver went up her spine remembering the night terrors that plagued her for several years. She had never thought of them as bed bugs before. She could feel his eyes follow her out of the hall and she glanced back over her shoulder just to make sure he was real. She blew him a kiss as Christine pulled her out the door.
She barely heard a word Christine said on the way home. Her mind was thinking about the conversation with Mike, his touch and how, when she looked into his blue eyes, she felt she could just melt into them. She thought about how easy he was to talk to; almost as though she knew him all her life. Once at her place, Christine told her that once her head was out of the clouds, they had to talk. She wanted to know more about this Mike fella.
"I will call you tomorrow Christine. Thank you for talking me into going out tonight, the best night I have had in a long time!"
Elvira kicked off those horrible heels as she shut the door, locking it behind her, shut off the lights, and headed to her bedroom. The phone rang as she was grabbing a towel for the shower.
"Hi, this is Mike. Good morning, you are beautiful, nice butt! I hope you don't mind me calling, but I could not stop thinking about you and how I wished tonight did not have to end."
"You caught me before I got in the shower, and no, I don't mind you calling. I cannot stop thinking about you either. Tonight went by so quickly and there is so much more I want to know about you."
"I know this may sound a bit forward of me, may I come over? I know I will not sleep tonight. Between the party, the full moon and meeting you; I am way too wound up to sleep. I would like to talk more with you."
Elvira thought for just a second and surprised herself when she said yes. She gave him her address, hung up the phone and went to turn on the porch light. She picked up her shoes and thought she would have time to grab that shower when the doorbell rang. It could not be Mike already, yet she had no idea where he was calling from. A look through the peephole and she saw those eyes. Without thinking she unlocked the door.
"Are you going to invite me in?" he asked.
"Oh yes, please do come in, how did you get here so fast?"
"I was just driving around down by the lake and decided to take a chance and call you. It seems as though fate had me pull off a few blocks away when I called you. I was not sure you had given me the correct address as I was so close. I thought maybe I had scared you off calling so soon."
Mike entered and closed the door behind him. Elvira welcomed him into her living room and dropped her shoes in the closet. She offered him a drink, which he declined, and they sat on the couch and proceeded to talk about the party. He asked about her work, her hobbies and he seemed to genuinely be interested in her every word, looking her straight in the eyes as she spoke.
Soon he had his hand on hers, and she found herself wishing he would finally kiss her. He spoke of some of the countries he had traveled to, France, Spain, Greece, Hungary, Norway, and England. So many places and she felt as though she was there as he described some of the sights he had seen.
As they talked, his hand slowly caressed her arm then her shoulder, finally coming to her cheek; brushing her dark hair away, he gently kissed her cheek. She thought she would melt; it was like nothing she had ever felt before. His lips were cool on her skin but hot at the same time. Shivers climbed up her spine and she felt herself getting wet.
He gazed at her, those deep blue eyes of his; the color of her favorite Siberian iris. She licked her lips in anticipation as he kissed each eyelid, she kept them closed for a reason she did not know. Then she felt his thumb on her bottom lip, tracing it back and forth, then the upper lip in the same manner. His hands held her face and his lips met hers. Again this icy-hot sensation filled her along with shivers and her nipples began to harden. He kissed gently at first, then a bit harder and she felt his tongue on her lips. One hand stroked her cheek and brushed the hair from her neck.
His tongue parted her lips and seemed to be able to tickle her tonsils. She let her tongue glide down the side of his, following it into his mouth; exploring his teeth, massaging his tongue as she darted in and out of his lips.
He pulled her toward him and as he kissed down her neck, his hand brushed along the exposed flesh of her breasts. She was sure they would bust out of the bra and dress as her nipples were so hard. They had that dull ache she would get when she was extremely turned on.
Before she knew it, she was leading him down the hall to her bedroom. His hand caressing her butt, the other reached around the front and caressing her thigh where her skirt slit rose. She could feel his fingers sliding under the edge of her panty along her hip; making her get those twinges she has not felt in so long.
Once in the bedroom, they kissed, bodies pressed hard against each other. That long tongue of his exploring the back of her throat, yet not making her gag. His hands all over her back and butt. Her hands, on his chest, feeling his broad shoulders, then down his back to his butt. He felt solid all over; his butt was firm yet squeezable.
"Elvira, may I see the real you, the woman under the wig and sans the body paint."
She blushed as she pulled the wig off and let her blonde hair fall nearly to her waist. She shook her head as she tousled it to get it to relax and fall straight down. This was how she usually wore her hair or up in a ponytail.
"You do know I will have to shower to get this paint washed away. I hope you don't mind waiting just a few minutes as I do?"
"I would wait a thousand years if that is what it took to see the real you!"
She felt his hands at the back of her dress as he slid the zipper down, kissing her shoulders as he pulled the dress down over her breasts and then past her hips. She could feel his clothes against her nearly bare backside. He caressed her front as he rose back up, kissing her back and letting his hands run across her belly then up to her breasts. He paused just long enough to give each a gentle squeeze. Then he undid the hooks of her bra and slowly pulled the straps down each shoulder, letting it fall onto the dress.
There she stood, her thigh high fishnet stockings, her dark purple satin panties, and body paint were the only things she still wore now. Looking in the mirror, with him standing behind her, she felt she was getting ever wetter and her nipples even harder. She was not sure she would be able to walk to the shower now; her legs felt like rubber.
From behind he kissed down her back, stopping at her waistband. He inserted a finger in the top of one stocking and following it around to the front then between her legs, his hand brushing against her wet panties, her lips aching to be explored. Taking his whole hand between her legs he slid into her stocking and gently lowered it to her ankle. All the while she watched in the mirror. He repeated this on the other side, lingering just a bit longer between her legs, her shifting her feet a bit wider.