Halloween Costume - Part 1

As I left the airport building, a wall of hot, humid air hit me like a wet blanket. The air felt significantly warmer than the predicted temperature of forty-two degrees Celsius. I was glad I was braless under the loose-fitting, white cotton sundress I had chosen to travel in. The fact that I didn’t usually wear panties also contributed to the coolness of my outfit. This was the coolest outfit, from a temperature perspective, I owned.
 

Standing in line waiting for a taxi, I could feel the sweat running between my breasts and down my stomach.

Finally, I was able to get into a large, late-model taxi. It was hotter than outside. It felt like I had just stepped into an oven. The seats were leather, but were they hot. I sat as far forward on them as I could so my bum would not get burned.

Telling the driver where I wanted to go, I noticed that there were air conditioner controls on the dash.

“What a time for your air conditioner to die,” I said, assuming that it was broken.

“It’s not broken. I’ve lived here all my life, and I don’t find it too warm.”

“Would you like me to turn it on for you?” 

“Yes please! My blood is too thick to work in this heat. Where I’m from, it’s in the mid-twenties.”

He turned it on and adjusted the vents so that they were blowing into the backseat. Besides the three upper vents that were blowing on my face and upper body, there was one in the back between the two front seats that blew on my legs.

After a minute or two, the air started to get cooler. After letting myself cool down a bit, I fell back into the seat and spread my legs a bit so that the air could blow up my dress. Closing my eyes, I let the cool air blow over my overheated body.

The cold air blowing up my dress caused my naked nipples to pucker and become erect. I didn’t care. It just felt so good to be cooling off.

After about ten minutes of lying there with my eyes closed, I heard my driver moving around in the front seat.

Opening my eyes to see what he was doing, I noticed that he seemed to have repositioned his dash-mounted rear-view mirror so that he could look up my dress. Quickly closing my eyes, I hoped that he hadn’t seen me open them. As I’m a bit of an exhibitionist, I had to think about how I should react.

‘What the hell,’ I thought. ‘He’s not too bad-looking, and I’ve got nothing else to do.’

Remembering what I was wearing, I thought, ‘He should be getting quite a view! I’m naked under this dress.’

The thought of him seeing me this way really excited me. My pussy began to get wet. To further my charade, I started to breathe deeply, as if I were sleeping. After a few minutes, I let my hand move up to my thigh and then down to my crotch. Glancing at my driver through half-closed eyes, I saw his eyes darting back and forth from the road to his rear-view mirror. I had his attention.

Still pretending I was asleep, I slowly began to caress my pussy. I couldn’t think of a way to get my fingers inside it, so I had to be content with just rubbing the outside.

I was so excited by the closeness of my audience; however, my climax began building very quickly. When it came, my body stiffened and then trembled. I lay there with my eyes still closed and relaxed for a few minutes.

Stretching, I opened my eyes, sat up in the seat, and asked my driver, “How much longer until we get to the hotel?”

He responded with a slight stutter, “Ju ... u... ust a couple more minutes, ma'am.”

Arriving at my hotel, he jumped out to open my door for me. I gave him a look at my wet panties as I got out. As I paid him the exact fare, I said, “I think you’ve already seen your tip, don’t you?”

He turned red as he responded, “Thank you ma’am. Yes, I have ma’am! Let me get your bag for you ma’am.”

He carried it into the hotel and deposited it beside the check-in.

“Thank you. Have a good day,” I said.

“I certainly hope it continues to be as good as this one has been so far,” he said as he left.

As I stood in the check-in line, I looked around and thought, ‘This certainly lives up to Kate’s promise.’

She had described the Central as a quiet, elegant hotel that reminded her of the best of Europe. She said that besides the staff treating and catering to you as if you were a queen, the rooms were spacious, the furnishings simple but classy, and the beds comfy. The clincher was, for her though, that the windows opened.

Stepping up to the desk, I gave them my name.

I was greeted with “Good afternoon, Ms. Viscount. Welcome to the Central. Are you still with us for three nights, checking out on Friday?”

“Yes, George,” I replied, noticing his name tag. “I’m looking forward to my stay. If it’s half as good as Kate says, I'm sure that I’ll truly enjoy it.”

He then surprised me by saying, “Ms. Roberts is a valued guest. I hope we can live up to her description. If there’s anything you need, please don’t hesitate to ask any of the staff. We’re all here to serve you and make your stay a pleasant one.”

He frowned a little as he continued, “The heat wave is causing the Central some inconveniences, unfortunately. We’ve been told by the power company to try and cut down on the use of our air conditioning. They know our windows open, so they’ve asked us to ask our guests to refrain as much as possible from using it. We’ve put fans in all the rooms to help move the air around. They’ve also told us that to not overload the system, they will be shutting off the power in areas of the city on a rotating basis. Our time is from 9:00 PM to 1:00 AM. We’ve put candles in all the rooms so that you’ll be able to have some light. Please be careful with them, though, as we don’t want to start a fire. To compensate for this inconvenience, we would like to offer you a complimentary continental breakfast in the salon every morning. If you’re agreeable, I’d also like to upgrade your room to number 602 at no extra charge. It is an end suite that has windows on three sides that should allow you to get a cross breeze in the evenings. I hope this is satisfactory.”

“Yes, it is. You don’t have to do this, though. The power shortage is not something you can control.”

"Regardless, Ms. Viscount, it is interfering with the comfort of our guests. It’s the least we can do.”

“The elevators are to your right,” he said, pointing to them.

“Do you need help with your bag?”

"No, thank you.”

"Oh, I almost forgot,” he said. “To celebrate Halloween on Thursday, the hotel is holding a costume party/contest in the salon with complementary food and soft beverages. As in past years, we’re also offering prizes for the guests with the best commercial and non-commercial costumes. If this year is anything like previous years, we should have quite a turnout.”

“That sounds interesting. How many usually turn out in costume?”

“Last year, we had twenty-four commercial and eight non-commercial costumes. It was a lot of fun.”

I opened the door to my room and was astounded. It was really two rooms. The front room was a small, comfortable-looking living room. In the corner was a small kitchen area with a sink, fridge, and microwave. The back room was the bedroom. It had a dresser and tallboy to either side of the door. The other three walls, from one end to the other, were windows. The bed sat under the middle window. I sat on the bed and had to agree with Kate; it was comfy. I pulled back the drapes and looked out.

The view wasn’t great. In the middle looked to be another, but more modern, hotel, while on one side was what looked to be an office building. The other window looked across a small courtyard to another part of the Central. I could see that my floor was about halfway up the hotel.

‘Oh well,’ I thought, ‘you can’t have everything.’

By 5:00, I had unpacked my things into the tallboy and dresser and set up my computer in the living room. Opening all the windows and drapes, I felt a bit of a breeze.

Being hungry, I decided to explore the area and find a restaurant for dinner. After eating a nice meal with a couple of glasses of wine, I got back to my room just before 9:00.

As I came into the lobby, George greeted me, “Good evening, Ms. Viscount. I hope that you enjoyed your meal.”

“I did, George. It was delicious.”

“What are the buildings I look onto from my room?”

“You are in room 602. Besides the south wing of our hotel, the newer building you can see is the Emerald Suites, and the older building is Westmorland Academy. It is a uniform-based post-college finishing school for both men and women.”

“Interesting. I haven’t heard of that type of school before.”

“It is somewhat unique. It teaches societal skills to the upper class after they graduate from college or university. The two army generals that run it believed that new hires didn’t have the public speaking, table and cocktail etiquette, or writing skills required to occupy senior positions in either the private or public sectors.”

“The generals brought the discipline they expect from military cadets to the school. All students, whether they are male or female, are expected to wear school uniforms and never be tardy for classes. There’s even a bell that rings on the hour to signal that classes start in five minutes.”

“Wow! That’s quite something for schools today.”

“Have a good rest of your evening.”

“You too, Ms. Viscount. Sleep well.”

Entering my room, I noticed a really fantastic-looking man standing in the window of the Emerald Suites talking on the phone.

Walking in without turning on the lights, I thought, ‘Whoa, let’s get a look at him. What a hunk.’

Standing in the doorway of the bedroom, giving him the once-over quite a few times.

Suddenly the lights went out in his entire hotel. Looking at my watch, I thought, ‘9:00, the power is off. Damn, I wanted to read some.’

Then I remembered that there were candles on the dresser and thought, ‘Reading by candlelight will be quaint.’

I fumbled with finding and striking a match to light the candle. But finally, it was lit. I used it to find and bring the five other candles over to the bedside table.

As I lit them, I noticed that the man was still standing by his window and talking on the phone. His window was almost directly across from mine but about half a floor up. I thought, ‘I wonder if he’s into voyeurism. Let’s see if he’ll watch a strip show.’

After I had lit the last candle, I stood up and stretched. Facing away from the window, I unbuttoned the buttons on the sundress and let it slide off onto the floor. After stretching again, I bent down to touch my toes. I looked through my legs to see if he was watching. He was! He was pressed up against the window and staring at me.

I did a couple more toe touches to give him a good look at my ass.

Turning to face the window, I massaged my breasts and gave each nipple a couple of tugs. I then rubbed the sides of my crotch with both hands and then ran my fingers through my bush. As I was doing this, I looked over to see if he was still watching. He was.

He’d disconnected from his phone call and was rubbing his crotch through his pants. Lying down on the bed, I opened my book and started to read.

I couldn’t concentrate, though, with the idea that he might be still watching and thought, ‘He seemed to enjoy that. I wonder if he’s still watching.’

Closing my book, I rolled over to put it on the side table. Looking over at his room, I saw that he was still there watching. I thought, ‘That strip show got me excited. Let’s keep on going.’

Rolling over onto my back, I began to caress my pussy.

I was soon wet enough to insert one, and then two fingers. With the thought of my audience, my clit quickly became erect, and I began to squirm as my orgasm built. I played with myself to prolong the feeling. I finally let the orgasm wash over me. It felt really wonderful. I lay there for a couple of minutes basking in the post-orgasmic feeling before rolling over to blow out the candles.

I could see that he had seen the whole show. He’d dropped his pants and was holding his erect cock.

As I blew out the candles, he left the window. 'I guess he's going to jack off in his bed.'

I rolled back onto my back and went to sleep easily.

Waking the next morning, I thought I heard voices.

Looking out through half-closed eyes, I could see about half a dozen young men standing in one of the windows. Several were pointing at my room and talking excitedly. They were all wearing dark pants, white shirts, and red and blue striped ties.

‘The college students are up early,’ I thought.

While I stretched and did some knee tucks to wake up, I noticed that the original group had been joined by about a dozen more young men at other windows. It was quite a group.

I could hear comments like, “What a body. Look at those tits.”

“She trims her bush.”

“I’d sure like to screw her.”

Just as I was about to get up and give them a full frontal view, I heard a loud bell, and they all hurried away from the windows. Looking at my watch, I thought, ‘8:00. Classes must be starting. Too bad.’

After a shower, I got dressed and left for my day of meetings. I was in town for two and a half days of operational review meetings. Boring stuff, but it paid the bills.

My last meeting ended at 3:30, and I got back to my room at 4:00.

Being responsible for making sure that the local branch ran an effective operation doesn’t make me the most popular person in the company, so no one had offered to get together for an after-work drink or dinner.

Sitting down on my bed, I thought about what I should do. Looking out the window as I sat on the bed thinking about what I should do during the evening. Across the courtyard, I saw, in a bedroom just like mine, a naked couple making love.

She was on top, riding him. As I watched, she dropped down on him, and they rolled over so that he was on top in the missionary position. He started to thrust in and out of her.

Watching them got me excited.

Stripping out of my clothes, I sat back down on the bed and began caressing my pussy.

After a few minutes, I saw him withdraw. She rolled over, got on her knees, and he entered her from behind and started pumping.

Her breasts swayed with each of his thrusts.

My climax built as I watched them go at it. She must have climaxed as she suddenly raised her head like she was howling at the moon before her shoulders dropped to the bed.

He kept thrusting until he gave a thrust that he didn’t pull back from immediately.

He then gave two more long thrusts and collapsed onto her back.

Just after that, I came too.

As I was coming, I looked up and noticed a young man looking at me through binoculars. I’d been giving a show while watching one.

This hotel was a voyeur’s and exhibitionist’s paradise.

I lay back on the bed and looked up at the boy. He hadn’t put down the binoculars. I continued to move my fingers in and out of my pussy. With my other hand, I massaged my breasts and occasionally tugged on a nipple.

I felt my second orgasm slowly start to build.

Squirming, my hips started to roll from side to side as I got closer.

I spread my legs wide and raised my knees while I kept massaging my clit.

My hips began to buck up and down.

When I came, they thrust upwards as my entire body stiffened.

My feet slipped off the edge of the bed, and my bottom fell to the bed.

My body trembled for about ten or fifteen seconds afterward.

It was a fantastic orgasm; one of the best I had in a while.

When I looked up at the young man, I saw that he had taken out his penis and had jerked off.

‘I’m glad he’d enjoyed the show.’

After about ten minutes, I got up. It was 5:00, and I was hungry.