This weekend I went to a frat party with a couple friends where everyone was supposed to wear masks. Masquerade but Halloween. I went as a cowgirl with a pink mask covering just my eyes. I had a friends go as a mummy and another as a witch. When we got there it was already packed and we had fun drinking and dancing until I took a break and noticed someone. Hanging back by the drinks was a cute pirate, they wore a loose white shirt underneath a brown corset that showed off their petite waist. On the bottom was a tattered red skirt and black boots.

Coming up to them, I noticed their eyes scan down my body. I was glad I’d left an extra button undone of my plaid shirt. We complimented each other’s outfits and I made some joke about regretting to opt out of ass-less chaps instead of shorts. Really it was just an excuse for me to turn around and flaunt, to get them to imagine the alternative. They admitted that it would’ve looked good, and I saw them lick their lips.

I had another drink which encouraged me to admit that I wished their skirt had a slit, so it gave a peek of what’s underneath. That I was sure they looked fantastic under there.

Surprisingly, they blushed harder than I did.

I didn’t feel as embarrassed after that, so I asked them to dance with me. It was too crowded to see where my friends had gone, so it was just the pirate and I. As we wound up closer to the center of the room, we got even more pressed together by the people surrounding us. Eventually, all I could do was grind against them. Trying to keep up the illusion of dancing, I’d bop my head. But all I could really think about was their body. More than ever I wanted to feel what was underneath their skirt. I mean I could feel it. I certainly felt something. I just wanted to see it as well without that pesky fabric covering it.

They asked me if I was too warm, I suppose I was. Between all the people, I’d started to sweat a bit. I tugged at my shirt collar, just to adjust it at first but then it gave me an idea. Smiling, I pressed myself against them. Squishing my chest against theirs and getting them to look down at me. Again, I adjusted my collar. This time, I pulled the fabric further away from my skin than before to give them a view of my bare tits underneath.

A sight for just them, for just a moment.

Their eyes widened and I asked if they wanted to go somewhere else to cool down.

They grabbed my wrist and lead the way out of the crowd. We found a room and lets just say I got to ride them cowgirl style, whoever they were ;)