The semester has just gotten started, and already I'm itching for a vacation. Eager to get out of the rut of regular old frat parties and dance clubs I decide to throw a theme party. Halloween is coming up, but I hear Summer's got that one covered! Hmm, what to do? Then I remember a friend mentioning a great party idea, and one that usually leads exactly where a good party should go - to the bedroom for everyone involved! So I make a few phone calls, stock up on the drinks, make sure my CD collection is fully up to date, and I put out the call for a Bare as You Dare party. The idea is, come as close to naked as you dare, but big points for creative, fun, or exceptionally naughty costumes. For example, a lady coming to my party nude is more than welcome, but being covered with only cotton candy and asking anyone willing to eat a bite would be even better.

I put some thought into my costume and finally decide that since I'm the host, I'll wear stick on name tags. Just the little white "Hi, My Name Is ________" ones with the sticky back. I figure maybe twenty or so people will come over, so I buy twenty, leave them blank and stick them over my breasts, my crotch, and my ass. Twenty of them does a decent job of covering all the naughty parts, and I'm getting excited at the idea of getting more and more nude as people come over and take a tag. I write my name on one and stick it on the front of my right shoulder.

The invitation goes out to a few friends around campus and to all the sexy people here at Pixie's Place. My roommate, Katie (Meg, from my stories, is Katie's real sister, but actually goes to a different college) thinks the idea is great. She decides that as the cohost she should serve the snacks, so she tapes a bunch of Hershey's Miniatures and promises to encourage all the guests to help themselves.

We rent a couple of porn movies to set the mood properly, put out the drinks, and eagerly await the arrival of our guests.

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"Beware how you take away hope from another human being."
-Oliver Wendell Holmes

I go to the Halloween party as a guest, anticipating that something exciting is going to happen. I go wearing a warm
overcoat and a underwear only. My underwear is stuffed with candies. When I knock on the door it is opened by the hostess, Cindy. I get a shock - she is wearing only some name tags. And a great deal of her flesh is revealed.

Hi - can I pick up my name tag pls ?

Go ahead.

Mine was pasted on her navel. I picked it up and also deliberately caressed her soft smooth stomach

I walk up to the door and ring the door bell. As Cindy opens the door i amd stunned by her costume. "Take your tag" she says, as I look for my name.

'Things can only get better', I think to myself as the door is opened by a voluptuous woman with 4 "Hi, My Name Is ________" tags trying in vain to cover a pair of beautiful breasts and a neatly trimmed bush. My brain works feverishly to decide where my name will be when I decide to expose her left nipple to my wanting eyes. This vision has stirred something in me and the rise of my loin cloth threatens to expose Tarzan's secret. Tarzan's curiousity is peaked and he can't wait for the last 3 guests to expose what other secrets this mystery woman hides.

i wonder what the beautiful lady has in store.her wanton breasts exposing them selfs for my pleasure and enjoyment. wanderingwhat else she has in mind?

I arrive in my Aussie "Dry as bones" knee length coat. Our busty lady sees that I I am barefoot and hairy legged and figures out that if i take it off that there will be nothing underneath. She says "Come in but you may find you're too hot in that coat before long". I smile

I walk to the front door wearing my trench coat. If I hadn't, i'd have been arrested for indecent exposure. :halo: Opening the door and taking off my coat, i'm covered in edible chocolate body paint with the saying "lick me off a piece of that chocolate" on my stomach...

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"Hello, I'm good for nothing. Will you Love me just the same?"

Strolling barefoot up to Cindy's door, I am ready to doff my trench coat as soon as I am inside. Doing so, it becomes clear that I have on nothing more than a matador's half-jacket, and a toreador hat, once I have removed the coat and hung it up.

Seeing my hostess covered with stickers, I smile and inquire, "Do we have to leave the most strategic of those where they are for now, or I can I just take this one," and I pointed to the one covering her left nipple, "now?"

I have no pockets, so it's perfectly clear that I am very happy to at long last see Cindy Kim, whose stories I have so enjoyed.

and asked CindyKim if I could take my coat off. She looked at me and licked her lips