Halloween party with the phantom

She also became aware that whoever was directly behind her was pressed
firmly against her, and his cock seemed to be swelling rapidly. As she 
squirmed to get away from his clinch, he continued to work himself even 
more aggressively against her. She was horrified to realize her dress 
was being lifted, exposing her naked ass to the rubbing of his cloth 
covered erect penis, even as they continued moving slowly toward the 
dining room. She tried to turn around, but the crush of the crowd made 
it impossible, and she could feel his hard cock clearly as he wedged it 
between the cheeks of her uncovered ass and began to grind against her 
harder. 

She quickly realized her squirming was probably exactly what he wanted,
and was actually getting himself off. But when his hands actually came 
around and grabbed her hips she was just about to scream for help, when 
suddenly... he was gone as quickly as he had come. She watched as he 
pushed his way through the crowd, only a black cape and a hint of a 
white mask visible as he disappeared. She pushed the thought out of her 
mind, as she pulled her hem down, and held it securely. She glanced at 
the clock, barely 3 minutes had passed; it had seemed like hours. 

Had it been her imagination, or had a man actually gotten himself
aroused by rubbing against her ass in the middle of a crowd? The 
thought was both extremely disturbing, and yet highly erotic at the 
same time. Just then, her mind spinning with possibilities, she was 
shocked from her thoughts as her hand was grabbed. She reflexively 
recoiled from the unseen attacker grabbing at her, and prepared to hit 
her unseen assailant. 

"Jamie, what are you doing??" It was Steve. "Did you see the guy in the
cape?" Jamie asked breathlessly. Steve laughed "Only about 50 or 60 of 
them. Why?" Sill unsure of exactly what she had experienced, she just 
muttered, "Nothing... it's not important." Steve was confused, but 
shrugged "Come on babydoll, our table is over this way." She was so 
incredibly relieved to see him, she wanted to just throw her arms 
around him, and tell him not to let her out of his sight again, but he 
was already leading her by the hand now as they made their way to the 
head table. 

They were the last ones to make it to their seats, and the other men
stood as Jamie came into view. In addition to Barney and Rob and their 
wives, neither of whom cared much for the younger and prettier Jamie, 
the chairman of the board Paul also joined them. Paul was an older man, 
maybe in his late fifties, and had joined the board several years ago 
after he lost his wife to cancer. He was tall and well built; but it 
was his piercing blue eyes that made Jamie shiver. Paul was a good 
friend to Steve, but made no secret of his affection for Jamie. Jamie 
had gotten to know him after his wife was gone, and found him to be 
both charming and warm in an almost paternal manner. 

She certainly felt incredibly honored to have her seat at the head
table, especially the one between Paul and Steve, arguably the two most 
attractive men in the room. Although she quickly realized that Paul's 
height probably allowed him to see down her low cut top, especially 
when he was standing at the podium. Unlike the incident with the creep 
in the crowd however, it made her almost proud to have the attention of 
a successful and handsome man like him. 

During dinner both men rested their hand on her back of her chair as
they talked over the top of her, Paul making the greater effort to 
include Jamie in the conversation. But a few times Jamie felt his huge 
hand clamp onto her thigh under the table, although it was easy to push 
it aside and pretend nothing had happened. Despite his size, Jamie was 
confident she could handle any situation that might come up with Paul. 
Steve would have had to be blind to miss the way his friend was 
practically groping his wife, but it was easy to dismiss it as "just 
Paul's way", whereas he probably would have decked any other man. 

As the evening wore on, both Jamie and Steve as the official ‘hosts' of
the event were very much in demand as dance partners as well. At one 
point Jamie looked over to see Miranda from the country club dancing 
much too close, pressing her new 38D breast implants against Steve. 
"That bitch may actually spill out of her Wonder Woman costume at any 
moment," thought Jamie. She was tempted to go cut in, but she saw Mrs. 
Bartlett, a wealthy wrinkled socialite in a Marie Antoinette dress and 
fancy dress mask, had beat her to it. A moment later Edna was copping a 
feel of her man's ass, and Jamie laughed as he struggled to remain 
composed. Many of these women had written sizable checks just to have 
an opportunity to dance with him, and they often joked about how much 
Mrs. Bartlett and others might pay to get him in their beds. Jamie had 
little doubt that the old woman's dreams tonight would be filled with 
visions of fucking Steve. As would hers, come to think of it. The 
difference being that she planned to actually fuck him to exhaustion. 
"What chance do you have ladies?" she giggled to herself. 

On the other hand, Steve was less amused to watch the parade of the
wealthy letches that lined up to grind against his desirable wife. 
There seemed to be no end of the line of assorted cowboys, pirates, and 
miscellaneous monsters waiting to dance close with and hoping to cop a 
feel of the sexiest woman in the room. Jamie handled it all with the 
same grace and elegance that she handled all social situations; a 
cordial smile, a gentle reminder of where hands belonged, and an 
occasional casual inquiry in to the health of their darling wife. 
Usually that was more than enough to stop the touchy-feelies but if 
that didn't stop them, she simply walked away and left them alone on 
the dance floor... usually with a boner. 

Jamie was starting to grow a little weary of the constant onslaught from
the men with the "Roman hands" when she a man in a Phantom of the opera 
mask came over and offered his hand in the international gesture for 
"may I have this dance", but never said a word. Nonetheless Jamie 
allowed him to lead her to an empty spot on the dance floor, and he 
pulled her tight as the band started into a slow waltz. Spooked a 
little by the silent demeanor and the eerie mask, Jamie tried making 
conversation to no avail. He danced well, and was obviously confident 
on the dance floor, and Jamie quickly relaxed and allowed him to lead 
her around the floor as he held her tight. With no wandering hands to 
fend off, Jamie's mind wandered to thoughts of her plans for Steve when 
they got home. 

Suddenly, her eyes grew wide as she realized what she was feeling. The
Phantom was apparently having fantasies of his own as well, and his 
cock had begun to grow rigid in his pants. At least that's what she 
thought she was feeling as he continued to pull her tightly against 
him, making his arousal obvious. But the Phantom held her even tighter 
as they danced, his throbbing cock wedged between her legs, now 
unmistakably erect. He still hadn't said a word, but seemed to be 
making a low moaning noise. Jamie was panicking as he began to rub the 
swollen rod against her, hitting her clit each time he did. She willed 
her body not to respond, but in her already aroused state she was 
quickly losing that battle, and she could feel her pussy growing wetter 
by the second. Just a few more strokes, she thought, and she would 
actually be cumming in the middle of the dance floor, aided by the feel 
of the huge cock of a costumed stranger. It was so wrong, but she felt 
powerless to stop it. 

Suddenly the Phantom pulled away from her. Jamie looked up to see why he
had stopped the delicious stimulation of her dripping pussy. Instead of 
the eerie mask of the Phantom, she was staring into the bright hazel 
eyes of her husband. "Steve...? What's going on?" 

"Are you ok babydoll? I thought I'd come rescue you before that guy
started actually humping you out here on the dance floor, so I cut in. 
Who is he anyway?" 

Jamie's head was spinning with a thousand different thoughts, and she
had to force herself to focus. 

"I don't know... don't you know who he is? It's your party." Jamie was
both confused and a little indignant that Steve felt the need to 
‘rescue' her once again. At the same time, she told herself she was 
glad that he did...