I know you’ve wanted me to dress up in this costume for a few Halloweens. The first, I was too shy – we’d only been together for a month. Last Halloween, I was too distracted by the way you looked in *your* costume to even get mine on. By the time I was done with you, we’d missed the bulk of the party, but I don’t think either of us minded.
This year, though, the party is at our house – no excuses. You’re putting the finishing touches on the party while I get ready upstairs. I linger until I hear the doorbell begin to ring as our guests arrive and then smile at myself in the mirror. Leaning in close, I cup my tits in my costume and squeeze, satisfied with the way they’re on display.
As I walk downstairs I look for you, and we lock eyes from where you are across the room. I can see your lips begin to part as your mouth hangs open and I bite my lip at your appreciation. It’s enough to make me flush as my nipples tighten against thin fabric. Friends can’t stop complimenting my costume, just as you thought, but I can’t stop watching you as we mingle in separate corners. I’m wondering if you’re hard under your costume and thinking about *that* makes me so wet. The next time I look up I can’t see you and disappointment rolls over me.