Fancy Dress Fuck
By Jessica Vane
Copyright 2012 by Jessica Vane
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Sarah paused before the full-length mirror hung at the end of the inn’s hallway. It was fun to be wearing something other than her sensible uniform of button down shirt and dark pants. She swung her hips saucily, the skirts rustled. The stiff bodice pulled in her waist and thrust up her breasts dramatically, an effect enhanced when she leaned over slightly towards the mirror. She smiled and hurried into the kitchen.
Standing in front of the sink filled with pans was her co-worker Ellis, a slender red-haired man. He was looking for a place to hang his long coat, finally settling on the back of a chair. He began rolling up his sleeves so they wouldn’t get waterlogged and shook his head as they insisted on falling down.
“Why are we dressed up again?”
“An open house at the haunted inn, costumes required...people will love it!” Sarah quoted, “And anyway, don’t complain about your clothes, I have to deal with skirts”.
Ellis shut off the water.”Is this place really haunted?”
“Supposedly....” Sarah made her voice dramatic and spooky, “Captain Fenniman walks the halls!”
“They should have hired him to put in an appearance.”
“The guests will just have to put up with us. Do we have dinner set aside for the band?”
Ellis turned around and motioned towards one side of the table. “This stuff.”
“Thanks.” Sarah busied herself with cutting up sandwiches and putting them on plates. “Want to take this out? Or want me to?”
“I’ll do it. I want to see the people. Can I use your brush?”
There was no mirror in the kitchen, so Sarah stood in front of Ellis and directed him as he brushed his unruly locks of red hair back. She’d worried about having to call someone new in at the last minute on such an important night, But he was a good worker and they’d formed an instant rapport, trading jokes and little sidelong glances. And costume looked great on him. Now, with his hair brushed away from his face and tied at the nape of his neck, he was handsome.
She breathed a little harder and their eyes met. They were standing very close. He wet his lips with his tongue, gulped and looked directly at her cleavage. She could feel her nipples harden and her clit gave a little throb.
“Like the costumes a bit better?” she murmured, looking at him from under her lashes.
Ellis blushed, mumbled something about being back, grabbed the tray and left.
Sarah grinned. These little exchanges had been going on all night. She couldn’t wait for the night to end and see what happened. He was so shy though, maybe it was time to offer him some encouragement.
Sarah sat down on one of the chairs and took off her shoes, She opened a cupboard where her purse was stashed and with some effort, reached under her skirts and pulled down her underwear. She took them off and stashed them in her purse. There! Let’s see if she couldn’t find a way to move things along. She was just putting her shoes back on when the door opened.