The party was really jumping and everyone looked so fantastic in theircostumes. I didn't really want to go but my girlfriend Gina talked me into itjust before the party. I didn't have a costume but she said she would get meone if I came over to her house. She had a costume laid out when I got there.I got a little nervous when I saw what she had. It was a hooker outfit,complete with a short skirt and very high heels! She even had lingerie forunderneath, insisting that it was a part of the costume and I needed it tomake the costume authentic. I'd never worn anything like this before. I wasso nervous about going out in public dressed this way. Gina sat me down anddid my hair in a real wild fashion, then did my make-up, putting it on veryheavy.
I don't think I would have worn this costume if not for Gina pushing me.The top of the dress was very low cut in the front and back, ending in a deepv. The hem of the skirt came to just below the tops of the garter stockings.I didn't dare sit down or the skirt would pull up exposing everything! Thedress was bright red as was the lingerie underneath; red garter belt, pantiesand a silkie bra that barely covered my nipples, let alone hold anything up.The stockings were sheer tan and the ankle-strap sandals had 4 inch heels,making it very difficult to walk.
I was really nervous walking around in this outfit at the party. Itseemed like all the guys were watching every move I made. I guess in mynervousness I had a few too many drinks, but it helped to calm my fright.Gina kept coming by and trying to reassure me that I looked great, but thesexy outfit and the too heavy make-up were not my style.
A friend of Gina's, Paul, came by and asked me to dance. I tried to begmy way out of it, so we talked for a little while. He was really nice and Ibegan to relax some, finally agreeing to after a bit. A slow number startedas we got the the dance floor and I found myself in Paul's arms, turningslowly on the floor. As nice as he seemed before we danced, I found out thatit wasn't really true. He pulled me tighter to him and his hands began towander over me in the dim light.
I was really scared and tried to back away from him but he was toostrong. He kissed me tenderly and his warm hands clung to my ass. I didn'tknow what to do. I tried to break away but his probing tongue was veryinsistent. He slipped his tongue between my lips and toyed with my tongue,kissing me deeply. My arms were locked around his neck, making me veryvulnerable. His hands clung to me, sliding smoothly over the soft back of mydress. Being on the high heels, I was always a little off-balance and Paulused that, forcing me to hang on to him or else I would fall.
Paul realized that I was helpless and decided to take complete advantageof the situation. I could feel my skirt inching up as his hands methodicallystroked over me. He was exposing me to everyone! I tried to tell him to stopbut he was kissing me so hard that no noise came out of my mouth exceptmuffled sounds. I was afraid to open my eyes. I just knew that everyone waslooking at me, seeing everything under my skirt. I could hear quiet talkingaround me as we danced and caught a few words here and there..."She's actingthe part"...."What a little slut".
Strangely, this not only scared and embarrassed me, but it excited me alittle too. I didn't know what to think. All these strange feelings insideme. Paul increased the pressure as my skirt rose higher, his hands now on mysilk panties tracing the outline of the garter tabs. His fingers really didfeel nice as he touched me. It was so wrong but it felt so good! One of hishands slid up between us and he began to tease my breasts through the thinmaterial of my dress. Against my better judgement, my nipple responded to histouch, growing hard under his gentle manipulations. The voices kept driftingin and out as we danced...."I knew she was hot"...."She never let me dothat"...."She really is a slut". I could feel the color rising in my cheeksas the embarrassment of my situation increased. I couldn't help myself as Istole a peak through my closed eyelids. Everyone had stopped dancing and wasstanding around in a circle around us as we danced, watching the wantondisplay of my private things. I felt so exposed standing with my skirt pulledup and all these strangers looking at my lingerie as Paul touched me andshowed me off. Paul's finger slided slowly into my panties and eased themdown around my things. His other hand pulled the top of my dress off myshoulders, forcing my arms down to my sides, trapped by the sleeves.
Breaking the torrid kiss, Paul stepped back away from me and whisperedfor me to hold my dress up over my hips so everyone could see. I felt sohelpless as my hands moved quickly to do what he said. I had no control overanything I did. There I stood, my panties pulled down, totally exposed toeveryone around me.
Looking around me, I could see all my friends watching me. Paulwhispered for me to turn around slowly so they could get a good look at me.Powerless, I turned in a circle, watching the looks on everyone's face. Icould feel myself blushing deeply, but something inside me kept saying to dowhat he said. My pussy was totally exposed to them and I couldn't have run ifI wanted to with my panties around my thighs plus the towering high heels. AsI ended my turn, I spotted Gina standing in the crowd, her hands pressed tightto the front of her skirt, masturbating furiously. Suddenly I realized thatthis was a set up, she had planned the whole thing! The costume, the booze,and Paul!
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