My Halftime Show

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This is called my halftime show. Mia was her name, and it was Halloween night approximately two years ago when I had just landed back in town from a business trip to Los Angeles. My buddy Jason was having people over to his home to have an adult Halloween party, and I was exhausted, certainly appreciated the invitation, but after a long flight I just wanted to go home, shower, climb into bed.

I was maybe ten minutes from my place and the route took me directly past Jason's home. I just figured at the last minute I would stop by, say hello, grab a drink, and have something light before heading home to crash. Jason and his wife were always known for having absolutely terrific parties, so I just couldn't resist.

Although I knew it was a costume party, I was certainly not dressed for it. I still wanted to go by just to touch base, grab something to eat, maybe have something to drink before I headed home. I called Jason just to make sure it was cool to stop by out of costume, and he assured me it was fine.

Let me tell you, I walked into a very sexy vibe to say the least. Candles were lit, smooth music in the background, and costumes were so scantily clad. Everybody's costume.

I had to question myself and wonder if I was at a swinger party or a Halloween party. I mean, it was nice, don't get me wrong, but this was certainly one of the sexiest Halloween parties I had ever been to. Cocktails were plenty, food all over, decorations reminded everyone that it was in fact Halloween.

It was the costumes that caught me off guard. I was talking to a few of my friends that were there, small talk, talk about my trip to LA, Carlos' trip to the Bahamas, Steve regarding some local development that was going on, and even Holly regarding her recent split. As I said, a lot of small talk.

I was talking to Jackie when she walked in, in a stunning, tight, sexy little outfit of not quite lingerie, but an outfit composed of a very, very small top resembling a football jersey with the number 69 on it, and I can't forget the tiniest little panties that read across her tight, flawless ass, I can be your halftime show. Fuck me now, I thought, who the fuck is this? At probably 5'8", slender Victoria's Secret model figure, long, long, tan-toned legs, obviously she exercises religiously, perfectly dark flowing brunette hair with magnificent green eyes and a chiseled jawline.

Who is this? I kept saying to myself, over and over and over. Who is this? Here's the catch.

She walked in with a man, certainly 10-15 years her elder, a handsome gentleman, Middle Eastern I presumed. Although they walked in together, I immediately noticed some tension amongst them, and once they were in the house, they immediately went their separate ways. He went right to the bar, and she just gravitated towards the other woman there where one of them gave her a glass of wine.

She was standing amongst her friends with a big smile, just swaying so sexy to the music in the background, not dancing, just swaying as if she knew all the men were fantasizing about her and that halftime tight ass, in what appeared to be supple but firm breasts, that quite often due to the chilly weather, would make her nipples protrude. She noticed that too, and every so often, she would rub her breasts in a way to try to make her nipples calm down. Now when she would do this, she was doing it as if she knew everyone was just staring at her, even the women were noticing how beautiful she was.

She certainly knew I was watching, and in almost a teasing way, gazed my way and gave me the cutest, what I presumed, what I hoped, was a seductive smile. There was just something in the way she moved, the way she walked, the way she talked, her facial expressions, the way her mouth moved and the way her hair moved when she turned her head, and certainly, the gap between her legs and the way the candlelight just shone through them so perfectly. I didn't know what was going on.

I feel like I left my own body for a moment, just staring, gazing with infatuation at her. I don't remember ever seeing someone so beautiful in my life, and I just kept saying to myself, I have to know who this is. Somehow I have to meet her, and certainly, somehow, I have to have her.

I was anxiously awaiting for her to break away from her friends, and just then, the gentleman she came in with came up to her and whispered something in her ear, and they chatted for a moment, each one of them becoming increasingly annoyed. You could tell there was something going on that neither one of them was very happy about. Subconsciously, I was thrilled to see this.

He turned around after a couple minutes and walked out. She just continued on, talking to her friends, smiling, swaying, gazing, looking back at me as almost suggesting, hey, did you just see what happened? It's not what you think.

At this point, my mind is racing. I couldn't be happier. I mean, everything was going through my mind, oh my god, the relationship isn't that great, oh my god, there's an opportunity for me to come in here.

Anyway, I had hundreds of thoughts going through my mind at that time, but clearly, I was very happy, very enthusiastic, and looking for any opportunity I could to make a move and go in there and introduce myself and try to talk to her alone. She spoke a few moments longer with her friends, and once he walked out, her beautiful smile appeared once again, and she appeared to even be relieved that he was gone. Moments later, I watched her stroll out to the pool area alone, seemingly interested in seeing the magnificent backyard, all illuminated with tiki torches, a fire pit, and candles, with the music at just the perfect volume emanating from all over the yard behind those hidden speakers.

It was sexy. It was sexy as hell. The whole night was sexy.

Halloween night, a full moon, the lighting just perfect. She sat by the fire pit drinking her wine. I finally saw her alone, and this was my moment.

This was my moment. This is what I've been waiting for all evening. Finally, she was alone, and now I was going to go meet her.

Now the fun begins. Part 2 will be posted in a few days. This is where the story gets good, and this is where it really starts.

Thank you for listening. You'll definitely want to tune in for Part 2.