Last year’s Halloween was the best ever. Instead of going to a party, my husband and I decided to bar-hop.

We spent hours on our costumes, and the final results were just magnificent. We dressed as devils. Ron wore a tuxedo, red bow tie, cummerbund, and cape, and I wore a short, low-cut, form-fitting red dress over spiked heels. The effect was quite dramatic. We both had horns, and were so heavily made up that even our own mothers wouldn’t have recognized us. I covered my light hair with a flowing black wig.

Ron and I were on our fourth or fifth place when I noticed a tall witch giving us a lot of attention. I told Ron she looked familiar, but her makeup was just too good to see through. She wandered over and offered to buy us a drink.

Ron strayed off, and as soon as he did, my friendly witch leaned close and said, “Love your costume. What are you wearing under that second skin?” The booze made me a lot bolder than usual.

I stepped back, spread my arms, and said, “Not a hell of a lot.” She smiled, moved close again, and said, “Do I know you?” I put my hand on her hip and said, “We might know each other.”

I was beginning to figure out who she was, and if I was right, my husband was going to shit. She had to be a woman we’d known for years but hadn’t seen in a long time. My guess was that it was Alanna — and my old man had had a crush on her for years.

I perched on a bar stool while she stood in front of me. Her hand fell on my leg as we tried to make conversation over the noise of the band and the packed house. She was stroking my leg as if nothing was wrong, and I sure didn’t push her hand away. I was getting really excited with our open flirtation in front of everyone. Then she stepped a little closer, so it was less obvious when her fingers rode up a little more, disappearing under the hem of my dress, dangerously close to my cooter. This was too much. I was getting more than a little worked up. I pushed her hand away and said, “I’ve got to pee. You can get us a fresh drink, and I’ll meet you out back on the dock so we can get some fresh air.”

Ron was still at the bar when I went by, so I patted his rump — no way we could kiss with all the makeup — and made my way to the restroom. I could feel the moisture in my panty hose as I fantasized about my witch.

Five minutes later, as I made my way out through the crowd — minus the panty hose, which I had ditched in the bathroom — I began to consider just what I was about to do: I was going out on the dock to meet a woman while wearing nothing but a bra and this red dress.

There were only a few couples outside when she and I made our way down to the water. She handed me my drink. As our fingers touched, I felt a spark between my legs. I knew she wanted to kiss me, but our makeup made that impossible, which added to the tension. I wanted her as much as she wanted me. We slipped into a dark area, leaving us all but invisible. We felt safe as we pressed our bodies together. We licked the tip of each other’s tongue, extra careful not to smudge the other’s makeup.

My fingers found her breast through the thin top of her dress. I loved the feel of her nipples growing firmer and more pronounced under my touch. Her own hand slid down my back and lifted the hem of my dress. She gasped as her fingers felt the bare skin of my derriere. I released her tit and boldly slid my hand up under her dress. As soon as I touched the thin silk of her thong, I almost lost it. “Oh, shit!” she said as I pressed my fingers past the thong and touched her pussy lips. “I want to kiss you so fucking badly,” she whispered. Her fingers were now stroking my bush. I was on fire as we continued teasing each other. Finally I blurted out, “Do you have a car?” She slid two fingers into me, flicked my aching clit, and said, “I’ll have it out front as soon as I get my purse.” She made a beeline for the bar while I went off to find Ron. I pulled him to the side and whispered, “Give me about an hour, then meet me at home. I think I know who our witch is.”

Her little red car got us home in a flash. I led the way in with her hands glued to my ass. The front door closed and our lips melted together as our tongues searched each other’s hot mouth. Hands flew and clothes disappeared until, by the time we’d made it to the bedroom, I was in my bra and my witch was wearing only her black thong.

I pulled the bedding back and said, “Screw the sheets. I’ll wash them in the morning.” We fell on the bed, my friend between my legs. I felt the silk of her thong touching my pussy lips. Silk drives me nuts, so when she pushed hard against me, I almost lost it. “Oh yes, I’m ready, do me now!” I begged.

We kissed again before she began her slow descent down my quivering body. I was so hot, I screamed for her to get to it. I watched her slide down, leaving traces of makeup all over me as she sucked my nipples. By the time she was blowing warm air across my bush, my body was streaked with black and red makeup.

I slid my legs over her back as her fingers spread my cooter open. I pulled her head to me, and when her tongue slipped into my cunt, I pulled harder.

My hand was filled with a long black wig, and a head of beautiful blonde hair was between my outstretched legs. I twisted and pulled my nipples as Alanna licked my wet pussy. My body shook as her tongue flicked back and forth. I was getting close as I humped her wonderful mouth. The more she licked and sucked, the faster I fucked her face until I felt my head go light. My heels dug into her back. I filled my fingers with her soft hair. The rush from my brain to my cunt culminated, and I exploded.

As if from a distance, I could hear her murmuring for me to come, come, come. My body went rigid. “Oh shit, yes, yes, shit, I’m coming, eat me, Alanna, taste my come, baby!” She jumped a little at hearing her name, but never missed a drop as her tongue dug deep into me, sucking and licking, keeping me going. I dug my heels into the mattress, pushing up for more. She immediately got the hint and renewed her assault. I humped her mouth, enjoying the feeling she was giving me, when she slid two fingers into my pussy. “Oh yes, yes, Alanna, I’m coming again!” I screamed, and flooded her once more before I had to push her away.

She came up and we shared a kiss. I loved the taste of myself on her lips.

“When did you know?” she asked.

“As soon as your eyes went half-closed back at the bar,” I replied as we went hand in hand to the shower.