"I should have followed my instinct and not attend that party," I said to myself as I entered my room and removed my Halloween costume.
As I undressed I had to concentrate to clear the image of the full red lips and tiny pink tongue of the Corpse Bride licking and kissing the head of my cock. Just thinking about it caused my groin to stir.
"How did this happen?" I asked myself.
It had not been a good end of summer. First, I lost my job and struggled to find another. By the time I did, I was broke and my parents allowed me to move into my old room until I was back on my feet. Then my longtime lover decided to call it quits right after Labor Day.
It left me in a serious state of depression and all I did was look for work and go home. At eighteen, I felt like a total failure. It was my boyhood friend Chuck that attempted to pull me back to the land of the living by personally inviting me to his Halloween party.
"Come on, you've been to my parties and they are always a good time. Besides, it's Halloween, your favourite time of year. Can't have you sitting at home still pining over that bitch," Chuck reasoned with me.
I had to admit that Chuck's parties were always great and a good time was had by all that attended. That and it was Halloween which was indeed my favourite time of year. Our whole family were really into Halloween. We had an impressive collection of costumes which had won many prizes. Our house decorations were the envy of the neighbourhood.
"This is going to be a true masked ball. Everyone will wear a mask until midnight," Chuck told me.
"Okay," I said finally giving in.
The party was held on an old barn that was on Chuck's parents' property. It had been insulated and heated because that's where Chuck and his dad kept their collection of custom cars. The cars were now parked against one wall and covered, the guests were asked to leave them alone and everyone complied.
I arrived dressed in my gunfighter costume. It was an exact replica of the outfit that Kurt Russell wore in Tombstone. It was my newest acquisition and I had planned to wear it to my former girlfriend's Halloween party. I easily located Chuck as he was the only one not masked. This was done so the guests would know who he was. I was advised to put on my mask and leave it on until midnight.
There were tubs of cold beer and soft drinks everywhere and a bar complete with stools and the Frankenstein Monster tending it.
I took a seat and ordered a drink and then commenced looking around the barn. Everyone was in costume and masked and I began to feel better. That's when I spotted the girl dressed as Emily, the Corpse Bride. Now, I knew all of Chuck's friends, but under her heavy makeup and mask, she was unrecognisable.
I summoned the courage to approach her and was rewarded with a smile. I asked her to join me and she accepted. As we talked and drank I felt an attraction to her.
It was during our first slow dance as I held her firm body against mine that I felt a familiar stirring in my groin. An erection was on its way and I hoped that she was so lost in the music that she didn't feel it pressing against her satin gown. The song ended and we returned to the bar.
"It seems that your shooting iron is ready for action," she said softly as they walked back to the bar.
I apologized and she smiled as she held my hand tighter as they walked.
"What's up there?" she asked pointing upwards.
"That's the old hayloft. Now it's a storage room," I answered.
"Can we go up there?" she inquired pushing her firm body into me
"Yes," I responded and steered her around to the ladder to the upper level. When I gave her a bow and the courtesy of ladies first she smiled,
"Are you going to look up my dress?" she shyly asked.
"Probably," I responded.
She smiled at my response and began to climb. Under her tattered satin gown, I got glimpses of a great set of legs covered in nylons and a pair of tiny black lace panties covering her firm ass as she climbed. Upon reaching the top we spied an old twin bed in the corner san sheets and blankets and we headed there.
We were soon were intertwined in each other arms and sucking each other's tongues. I allowed my hand to roam all over her firm satin clad body as we kissed. I gently rubbed and squeezed her breasts and she rubbed the hard lump in my costume pants. She expertly unzipped me and withdrew my hard cock. Seconds later I was treated to the sight of the Corpse Bride kissing and licking my shaft amid moans from her.