Fast forward six weeks and it was now about a week and a half before Halloween. One of my best friends, Jeff, and his wife Jenna have a Halloween party every year, so I asked Milan if she’d like to attend with me. She agreed on one condition: she picked our costumes.
Milan said our costumes would be a secret until we got ready to go to the party on Saturday night. I was curious, of course, but figured she’d pick something fairly tame. When she arrived at my house that afternoon, she had two garment bags, each marked with our names.
“Garment bags? Didn’t you buy something off the internet?” I asked. “Did you rent us costumes?”
She stopped instantly in the foyer, turned to look at me, and said, “Buy? Rent? No, I made our outfits the past two weeks. That is why I’ve been so busy in the evening, ‘working on a project.”
“Ok, I’m impressed. So, what are we going as tonight?” I inquired.
Milan smiled, telling me, “Let me put on my costume first. I’m sure you will be able to figure it out. Give me fifteen or twenty minutes. I need to do my makeup and hair, then get dressed.”
She went to the master bedroom and came back out to the living room about twenty minutes later. I heard her footsteps, so I stood up and faced the foyer. Milan stepped into view, and I was stunned.
She was dressed in a very detailed costume of Jasmine from Disney’s Aladdin. It was turquoise in color with gold accents, gold bling, and turquoise jewels. Milan’s hair looked almost identical to what I could recall of the characters from years ago when my kids watched the movie on DVD at least a thousand times.
“You look gorgeous, babe. I had no idea you were an expert seamstress,” I slowly said for emphasis.
“My mother taught me at a young age. It is a tradition in our family to always make your sari,” Milan said. “She helped me make my sewing pattern since I could not find one to buy online.”
“Very impressive. What else do I not know about you?” I teased.
“Hurry up. Your costume is on the bed,” she said. “We’re going to be late.”
Laughing, I told her, “We don’t need to arrive right at 7:00 pm.”
Thirty minutes later we were walking into Jeff and Christy’s house. Off their foyer, in their office. they had a photo station set up and everyone was “required” to take their picture upon arrival. One “nice” photo and one “crazy” as they had an assortment of props for guests to goof off with.
After the photos, we made our way to the large great room where some of the guests were mingling, while most were outside thanks to the great weather Oak Valley was having in late October. Jeff goes all out for this party food and beverage-wise, while Jenna starts decorating the first week of October. We ordered drinks from the bartender and headed outside.
This was the first time most of my friends would meet Milan, so I prepared her for “Twenty Questions” from my nosey friends. Most of the other women led with questions about our costumes, while the guys gawked at her exposed cleavage and toned midsection as they asked about her career. Thankfully Milan did know a few people, so she wasn’t too overwhelmed with the nearly seventy guests.
Towards the middle of the night, Christy passed out “ballots” for each guest to vote for several awards: best costume, scariest costume, sexiest costume. An hour later she and Jeff announced the winners.
Jeff first gave out the scariest award, to Chad, who had some sort of zombie character with really great face makeup. Next, he said, “And, for the first time in eleven years we have a double winner, for best and sexiest costume. I’m sure everyone can figure out who this is, yes, Milan, congratulations!
She squeezed my hand, and I could see behind her mocha skin and makeup her cheeks turning a bit red with embarrassment. “What do I do?” she asked.
“Go get your prizes from Jeff and Christy,” I whispered.
Jeff handed her the cute little four-inch trophies, and Milan and Christy hugged. Christy took the mic from her husband, “And, I want to point out that Milan made both her and Steve’s costumes.”
After the awards, Milan and I stayed about another thirty minutes, simply just saying good night to most of the guests. It was well past 11:00 pm, and it had been a busy week, so we were both very tired and were looking forward to sleeping in on Sunday.
We returned to my place and placed our costumes in their bags, hung them up, and got ready for bed. As we crawled into bed, we shared a few soft kisses, snuggled up, and were soon fast asleep.
**
I woke up to the faint sound of my shower running. I didn’t even open my eyes, she was in the shower. After rubbing my eyes, I slowly opened them. The room was filled with soft natural light. Milan had opened the drapes but left the sheer curtains in place to diffuse the bright morning eastern sun.
“Mind if I join you?” I asked, standing in the bathroom.
Milan turned in the giant walk-in shower, and smiled, “You’re always welcome to join me.” She giggled and continued, “Especially when you have morning wood.”
I looked down. Yep. I was erect and pointing upward. I looked her in the eyes as I fondled my cock and balls. “Maybe you can help me with this?” I joked.
Milan held out her hand, and I joined her in the double overhead shower. The water was a perfect temperature, and I let it run over my body as I stood with my eyes closed. The next thing I knew, she was using the shower puff to wash my entire body, paying special attention to my genitals and backside.
“I’m already clean, but feel free to wash me. I love it when you wash me,” she said seductively.
I took the hint, and took the puff from her, added some gel soap, and started caressing her body. Milan pulled me closer, and we embraced, kissed passionately, and her hand found my rock-hard morning wood and began stroking me slowly.
The next several minutes we kissed, caressed, and teased each other. Milan whispered into my ear, “Fuck me.” She then bent over and had her hands on the shower wall, legs spread wide, and turned her head to look at me, “And I want your cum in my mouth.”
Grasping my throbbing man-meat, I smiled at my East Indian Goddess and told her, “It will be my pleasure.”
Rubbing my reddish-purple mushroom-shaped head up and down her slit, I slowly pushed into her slick love tunnel. We both sighed and moaned with that first initial phase of pleasure. I slowly buried my entire seven inches, and methodically pulled most of myself out, leaving just the crown in her kitty. Once again, I went in and almost out. And a third time, albeit a bit faster.