"I’m going to have a very happy Halloween," she purred, undoing my bow tie. "Maybe we should play trick-or-treat. Or are you scared?"
I pressed her to me, letting her feel my hard cock. "Never."
"Ooh, treat then!" she said, as I half carried her off the elevator. I could barely punch in the numbers on the keypad. "Yes, definitely treat," I said, feeling like I was about to lose all self-control.
The package I had ordered was sitting in the master bedroom when we stumbled in. Penny had practically ripped my jacket off me.
"Don't you want your treat?" I said, breathing hard.
"I'm about to have it right now," she said, pressing her tits against me.
I gestured to the package.
"Oh,oh!" she exclaimed. "You got me a present, Garrett!" Penny clapped her hands when I handed her the large, flat box.
"Nicely done! Look at the wrapping paper!" It was silver with witches embossed on it. The whole thing was tied with a huge orange-and-black bow.
Penny carefully unwrapped it.
"I'm sort of impressed at your hand-eye coordination," I remarked, "considering how much you drank."
"You will be very impressed in a little bit," she said, smirking to herself.
"You probably drank two bottles of champagne."
"Yes, but I'm made of sturdy stock. I basically store the alcohol in my boobs," she said, jiggling her chest. The lace-up back of her dress was half undone, and I wanted to tear it the rest of the way off her. But more, I wanted to see her in the costume.
"You really have jumped on the Halloween train," Penny said as she pulled out all the pieces.
It was the sexy bat costume from the Halloween Emporium. There were fishnet fingerless gloves, thigh-high leather stiletto boots, and a short corset with a scalloped edge shaped like a bat.
"I'm going to treasure this forever," Penny said.
"It's more of a one-time-use outfit, because I plan on ripping it off you," I growled.
71
Penny
Iwent into the bathroom to change. It was always touch and go with big boobs and lingerie. I might rip it before Garrett ripped it off me. I pulled on the little shorts, though they barely counted as shorts. They rode on my waist, cut high in the back into basically a thong.
I laced up the corset then put on the bra. It had a thin strap under the boob, a strap on either side of the boob to frame each of my breasts, then one strap to cover the nipple. My large breasts strained out of them, but the bra stayed intact as I buckled the halter strap.
I pulled on the thigh-high stiletto boots and the fingerless fishnet gloves then looked at myself in the mirror. I looked pretty hot if I did say so myself. Also, thinking about Garrett taking all this off me was making me pretty wet.
I walked out of the bathroom and posed. Garrett was half undressed, barefoot, sitting in a chair. He was half hard through his boxer briefs; his chest was muscular under the undone dress shirt. Garrett's gaze was more intense than a werewolf's as he stood up and stalked over to me. Taking off his dress shirt, he examined me head to toe then back up again.
"I think I'm going to really like fucking you like this," he said. His deep voice sent shivers through me.
"Not if I go first," I said, placing two fingers on his chest and pushing him back to the chair. "You can't pose like that, tease a girl, then just think you're going to turn around and fuck her." I straddled him. His cock was hard through the trouser material. I ground my hips against him, making him curse. In retaliation, he sucked my nipples through the fabric, tongue slipping under the strap.
His hand snuck under the panties, rubbing through the wetness. I ground against him, needing him to fuck me just like this. I kissed him, and he pulled me back down, crushing our mouths together.
"Fuck me," I murmured.
"No."
"Fuck."
