He was already breathless with anticipation and that swig of spiced hard cider didn’t seem to ease that echoing ache throbbing in his pants nor that drum-like pounding in his chest. All he knew was his blind date wanted him to wait until she came to fetch him by the concessions table and that she would be adored in a liquid latex cat-suit complete with mask. So he was told anyway, the actual costume itself was to be revealed at the party for ultimate impact and those sparse instructions and details were all he had to go on. Considering they never met and only talked briefly by phone meant that he had no way of recognizing her anyway…
Comets of conversation clashed around him and all the inane chatter of partying revelers was growing maddening as his winged plumage from the last minute improvised crow costume scratched and tickled his skin. This whole idea seemed ludicrous now while watching through those cloudy windowpanes enshrouded in faux spider webbing as dusk spread its cloak of descending darkness upon the surrounding landscape. The preference for a warm shower and cup of tea while reading by the hearth’s comforting glow beckoned in the back of his mind.
Before this fleeting notion of escape could be indulged in, his gaze was ensnarled by a pair of icy blue eyes piercing out from an intricately fashioned whiskered half-crescent mask. In that moment he truly was caught up in the cat-woman’s clutches making their costumes apropos and a bit of a parody of the two of them as they stood there sizing one another up; his tense unease in stark contrast to her calm and collected confidence. Annoyance melted away to intrigue and even a nagging sense of arousal. It was his ravenous sexual appetite that got him in this mess in the first place and his well-intentioned friends cajoling him into this blind date made it seem all the more commonplace. So maybe his was overreacting and this evening might indeed turn out to be satisfying after all……
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