Tib's Christmas Costume Party
 

To all at Pixies!

You have been invited to my Christmas Party.

This party has a costume theme whereas you come as a character you have previously played in a thread or if you can’t do that, come as anyone/anything you like (no, not as a horse, Maid. :rolleyes: )

There’s dancing, a cosy fire for people to sit around, food to eat and plenty of drink. So come one and all. There is plenty of mistletoe for all those who likes to kiss ;).

Merry Christmas.

Tib

Standing on my front door step, I feel the cold on my cheeks as I survey the snow-covered street, sipping my glass of sherry and biting into a new heated mince pie.

It looks lovely but it’s bloody cold!

It is 7.30pm on Christmas Eve and it is the night of my Christmas Party.

Closing the front door behind me, I walk into my living room which is now lit only by candlesticks that are mounted on the walls, bathing the room in a soft flickering light and giving it that cosy feel. The only other source of light comes from the roaring fire that I have just prepared.

Going into the kitchen, I inspect the buffet that I have laid out on the various tables, having decided not to have a traditional meal. There are all sorts of food there, from the traditional turkey, roast beef, pheasant to the more delicate (and delicious) hors d'oevres.

As usual, I have a large stock of alcohol though I am offering sherry instead of eggnog this year. Glasses have already been prepared and are stationed by the front door (along with piping hot mince pies) for the guests to take when they enter.

Seeing that there is no set meal, I have moved out all the furniture out of the dinning room to allow people to dance if they wish while the main living room is for those who wish to sit and talk.

Of course, for those who wishes to enjoy the party more privately, I have made sure that all the beds in the spare rooms have clean sheets (well it is a SRP thread after all ;)).

My Grandfather clock starts to chime, telling me to go upstairs and change into my ‘character’ before the first of my guests arrive…

Seeing the lights from the street I decide I will try to 'crash' the party. Clutching a bottle of Tequila I wander up the path to the front door. Pausing before to adjust the piece of Mistletoe I have hung on my belt buckle, I ring the doorbell. The door is opened by, I assume the host, who says "This is a costume party"

I point to the mistletoe and grin "I'm the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come". Waving the bottle of Tequila also helps as the door is opened wide and I enter

Where is she?
 

I can hear the door ringing as I finish putting on my Santa outfit.

I thought Maid had arrived?

Shrugging my shoulders, I put on my jacket and rush down the stairs to open the front door.

"This is a costume party." I say to the man who, well, appears to be wearing no type of costume at all.

Grinning, he points to the mistletoe on his belt. "I'm the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come".

Since he is waving a bottle of Tequila which I don't have, I decide to let him in only to stop completely dead, my mouth open. Maid of Marvels is bending over a chair, her panties on full display while she fiddles with something :eek:...

I follow mine hosts gaze to a see a brief pair of panties topping a set of tantalising legs. We both stare at the vision as she fiddles with the parcels and sings a little song to herself, seemingly oblivious to the attention she is getting.

Tearing my eyes from her ass I wave the Tequila yet again at the host who, unable to take his eyes off his guest, points to a nearby door. I wander down to the door and push it open...the kitchen. Natural instincts take over and I head straight for the refridgerator and help myself to a beer. As I turn I hear the door to the kitchen open....

There is something familiar about the maid's breasts that forces me to watch them.

"Do you know you're supposed to kiss me under the mistletoe?" I ask with a grin. She looks up and returns the grin with a very mischievous look..

Haven't been around on Pixies for a while so am feeling nervous as I smooth down the front of my" Pixie Santa Helper dress" and knock at the door. Hearing no answer I push it open and enter trying to achieve my best "lost girl" look and manage to trip over my heels and land sprawled on the floor, dress up and dignity long gone. Fuck!

Walking up to the door I arrive just in time to see the beautiful MissX sprawl into the entryway, her dress flying up around her waist, granting me a grand view of her exquisite bum. Obviously she is a naughty Santa's helper as she seems to have forgotten her knickers. After taking an extra moment to take in this vision I quickly enter wearing my green tights, orange shirt, green gloves, and wide black black belt with a big 'A' on the buckle, and offer her a hand in getting up.

I walk into the house noticeing that most of the other guests have just arived as well. I smile as a catch a few eyes.. or at least my breasts do... barely hidden behind my tiny dress

I'd thought it felt a bit chilly out :p

Hearing footsteps behind me I twist round to see a full frontal vision of Aqua, wow......trying not to appear all excited and getting quite breathless at the thought of meeting such a Christmas catch I gratefully accept his offered hand...where's that mistletoe....

Lifting the vision of loveliness that is MissX to her feet she offers a heartfelt thank you, and shows her sincerity by cupping the outline of the bulge in my tights and kissing my cheek. She then takes a step-back to examine my costume. Finally she sighs and proclaims she doesn't know who I am supposed to be. I point to the 'A' on my belt buckle, and she just grins slightly and shakes her head. Well, I figure maybe some superheroes are more popular in the States... "I am Assmaster!" I tell her...

Damn bloody door!!!
 

I grumble to myself as I finally manage to get the back door open.

Brrr! Bloody freezing!

Going into the main loving, I mean living room, I see a number of people have now arrived. :D

"Hiya! I'm Tib your host. Have I missed anything?"

At that moment, someone cries out...

When the door opens, I feel the chill of the cold air enter the room as my nipples stand at attention. I turn to see who has entered in...

Back in the kitchen.......

"A peck on the pecker?" I snicker to the handsome stranger who comes bearing.....well he's not baring anything yet but one can hope;) I can't help but notice how his green eyes seem to be taking me all in, and from the growing bulge under his shrubbery he likes the view.

I turn my back on the stranger and hoist the tray to return to the guests when a cry rings out.......it startles me so, that I tilt the tray and the silver clanks about as the contents of the tray spill off onto the floor...."damn it!!!", I mutter and I bend over to begin cleaning up the mess. I can feel the cool air sweep past the tops of my thigh high stockings as I do and a pair of emerald eyes burning with desire as they watch me work.

As I trudge through the Christmas snow, I wonder why on earth couldn't I have picked a warmer costume? Clad in my skimpy bikini, complete with grass skirt and (who's kidding who) fur coat, I burst into the house looking for some warmth. "Damn, it's COLD out there!" After handing Tib my contribution to the party, a bottle of champagne, I survey the current guests. While everyone was in their Christmas-themed costumes, I, the freezing idiot, mentally hoped I could find someone to warm me up quickly.

I also wish I had moved from my place in front of the door. Just then, with a scream, I was thrown on the floor by the next entering guest.

I look around, noticeing that an aweful lot of girls are ending up on the floor tonight... hem...

In the kitchen the maid is busy picking up the remnants of what was on her tray. I can't help it but I'm a sucker for stockings and the sight of a creamy white band of flesh above black silk is a magnet to my fingers. I stroll to behind her and reach out to lightly stroke inside her thigh, going from fabric to skin and back. For a brief moment she stands still then starts to sway slightly under my touch, almost like a cat rubbing herself against my hand. Getting bolder I move my hand higher taking in the firm curve of her bum and then running a solitary finger down into the junction of the top of her legs.

Outside the door there is a scream and sounds of a commotion. I slap the maid playfully on the ass "Come on it sounds like the orgy has started without us". I push open the kitchen door...

Blowing the dirt off the sugar cubes I place them one by one back into the bowl on my tray...."what people don't know, can't hurt them", I think to myself. I feel a warm delicate finger run across the top of my stocking and am just a little shocked by the daring nature of this guest. I feel his trailing finger become a firm well- placed hand and just as I am about to tell him to kindly remove his has from my ass I feel a swat and he urges me out the kitchen door.
In the next room I find that several female guests have encountered some sort of obstacle causing them to trip upon their entrance.....seeing this for the ploy to see their panties, if they are wearing them I remove the obstacle so the rest of the guests can enter unhindered. I look around and notice a superhero has arrived........hee hee AssMan.....stronger than a_______, faster than a _______, able to leap tall ________ in a single bound....

Standing framed in the doorway a wide grin spreads across my face at the carnage before me. Female buttocks everywhere I look, it appears to be too good to be true. I notice the maid removing the cause of the upset and make a mental note to chastise her for being a party pooper.

I lightly shake my beer bottle to establish it's content then head to try to find some food. I pick my way over the guests who are still on the floor, pausing to offer a helping hand to a hula dancer who appears caught up in her grass skirt....

i sit down and watch the other people move about the room. I smile at the maid as i take a drink...

I’m angry to myself…I’m late to the party and no one to blame but me. I drive quickly…and glad that I’m arrive in front of the door. Since I was quite busy these days, I didn’t have time for shopping. And all I can get inside my apartment is a bottle of Kahlua, my fave one. I ran to the door and push the knob…It’s freezing out here and I really want to go near the fire place as soon as I can.

Everyone look at me as I enter… “Hello…Sorry I’m late.” No one answer me…makes me feel like I don’t belong here. I give a big smile to everyone as I show my Kahlua. “It’s all I can come up with since this week is a busy time for me. I hope you guys like it as much as I do.” I keep asking to myself… am I at the wrong time and at the wrong place? Why is everybody looking at me like that? It’s a costume party, isn’t it? Aha..maybe they think I wear the wrong costume. “Is it about my costume? Since there’s no limit for the costume as I read on the invitation, well I think it’s OK to wear this eventhough it’s not a pyjamas party.” I told them as I take of my coat and give it to a nice stud who sit near the door and keep smiling at me.

I walk to the fire place…Since only wearing a thin red chemise, red g-string and slippers, it still feels a bit cold inside the room. I’m blaming myself why decided not to wear stockings. If it’s cold like this, stockings will be quite helpful. Now all I got is my exposed bare thigh. Well, I hope someone will talking to me instead of looking at me with their hungry eyes. Hmm…but the truth is…I enjoy it… :p ;)

Going back into the living room just as Maid comes back downstairs, still clutching her mistletoe and moaning to herself.

"I give you something to moan about." I growl as I find go over to her and in one swift movement and throw her over my shoulder before making my way upstairs.

The last thing I say to her as I throw into my room is to compliment on her new dress which will be shortly ripped from her body... ;)

I hope you all had a Merry Christmas and have a HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! :D

Coming back from my celebrations...
 

I just want to wish everyone a HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Thanks for participating in this thread.

Tib

Happy New Year!!!

yawning i wonder if this party will start heating up or not... feeling rather self consious as i notice no one even bothing to say a work to me, i just sit and drink...

Sorry, onlyme. But it looks like the party is over. :(

I hope you had a great Xmas though (and Happy New Year).

Tib