Mummy costume for Halloween
Vera lived alone — in a modest apartment on the fourth floor of an old building. At 20, she was already accustomed to solitude; it gave her freedom. Vera was a striking girl, with soft, expressive features and a body that didn't allow her to go unnoticed. Especially her breasts — noticeably larger than those of her peers, and arousing interest from many, even without deep necklines.
On the evening of October 31st, her friend called her:
— Vera, come with us to a Halloween party! It'll be fun! Just no costume, no entry.
— I don't have anything, — Vera replied, lying on the couch in her robe.
— Think of something. You could wrap yourself in bandages and be a mummy.
It's simple and effective.The idea seemed amusing to Vera. She quickly threw on a jacket, ran out to the nearest pharmacy, and bought four rolls of ordinary bandages. By her calculations, that should have been more than enough. She returned home, took a shower, and began to prepare.
The first bandage went on her chest — tight enough to hold, but not too constricting. The second — carefully placed in the groin area, covering the most intimate part. The third — for her head, a wide one, tied over her hair, like a real mummy. The fourth remained — she used it for decoration: a couple of wraps around her stomach, a bit on her thigh, one layer on her leg.
— Well then, let's consider this a daring look.
Katya met her right at the entrance to the apartment where the party was happening:
— You… are just fire. Where did you get this?
— The pharmacy near home, — Vera smirked. — Just what was available.
— No, seriously. You're super. Let's go get a drink, we have to celebrate this.
They headed to the bar, making their way through the noisy crowd in costumes. Some were dressed as witches, some in furry hoods, some had "blood" dripping from their eyes. The atmosphere was cheerful.
As soon as they approached the bar, the host's voice came from the speakers:
— Everyone's attention! Time for contests! First — *best male costume*! All men participate, so don't hide!
Amid applause, the men began stepping into the center. They quickly chose the top three: a pirate, a demon, and a grim puppeteer. Each removed their mask, bowed, and received a small gift — a certificate and a mug with the party logo.
— And now — *best female costume*! Girls, step forward! Let's vote together!
Katya, without asking, took Vera by the hand and practically pushed her forward.
— Oh no! With a costume like that — you have to participate.
Vera laughed and stood in line with the others. She was followed by gazes — the bandages, exposed thighs, open stomach, and expressive breasts under the thin layer of fabric couldn't help but attract attention.
After a long vote, the host announced:
— Winners, please step forward!
Our mummy was among the top three. Three girls stood and stepped into the center. According to the contest rules, they had to show their faces; Vera decided to simply remove the bandage from her head. She pulled the edge — and the bandage easily unwound.
And with it — the others began to unwind too.
First — her chest. Then — her stomach. Next — her thighs. And now she was completely naked, standing in full view of the entire party.
For a second, silence hung in the air, like in a movie. Then — a storm: whispers, laughter, bursts of voices. Someone clapped in surprise, someone started applauding.
Vera, realizing she was standing naked, immediately bent down, grabbed the bandages, pressed them to her chest and between her legs, and without looking back, rushed out of the hall. She burst into the nearest bathroom and slammed the door behind her, breathing heavily and feeling her cheeks burn.
She looked in the mirror: eyes shining, hair disheveled from under the bandages, her body still trembling.
— Great, — she whispered. — Just fantastic.
Now she was in a locked bathroom, standing barefoot on the cold tiles. Her cheeks were burning, her breath was uneven. With trembling hands, she fumbled with the fabric, hoping to somehow restore the costume — and then it dawned on her.
She had grabbed only one bandage. One. Everything else was left out there — and she certainly wasn't planning to go back for them.
— Oh, for goodness' sake — she whispered, looking at the tiny roll of fabric in her hands. This was clearly not enough for anything substantial.
With difficulty, she wrapped herself with this single bandage: part — on her chest, pressing them together as best she could, the rest — between her legs. It wasn't secure, but better than nothing. She slipped out of the bathroom and headed for the exit. Katya was still lying on the bar counter, paying no attention to anything.
Outside, it was dark and windy. The building across the street — hers. Just across the road. If she was lucky — she'd make it unnoticed. She stepped onto the cold asphalt, hugging herself with her arms and pressing the edge of the bandage to her body.
— Hey! — a voice came from the side.
Vera flinched. A guy stepped out of the shadows — young but already grown, maybe sixteen or even older. In a hoodie, with a plastic sword on his belt. His gaze slid over her figure, lingered on her chest, and he slowly moved closer.
— So under the bandages, do you have underwear, huh? Or are you one of those… — he reached out and, without waiting for an answer, tugged the edge of the bandage.
— Don't touch! — Vera cried out, but the fabric was already coming apart. The top slipped down, exposing her breasts.
The guy froze. His eyes widened, his breathing became ragged. He blushed but kept staring, as if mesmerized. Vera grabbed the bandage, covered herself, and dashed forward, toward her building entrance.
She could hear — he was running after her. Fast. His footsteps were getting closer. Turning her head, she saw his face: flushed, tense. He was clearly aroused, and that frightened her more than anything that had happened so far.
The building entrance door, thank goodness, was open. Vera flew inside. The elevator… No, too slow. She knew — he would catch up. She rushed to the stairs. Her feet slipped, the bandage barely holding on. On the third landing, the bandage came off completely.
Behind — the sound of footsteps. He was running faster than Vera.
On the fourth floor, gasping for breath, she reached her door. The key. When she left, she had nowhere to put it, so she had tucked it under the doormat.
With his other hand, he was taking off his pants.
Her back arched on its own to meet his movements, the guy's greedy gaze examined her naked body.
Leaning her palms against the door of her own apartment, closing her eyes, she finally surrendered and gave in to the moment. Everything inside seemed to be burning, her heart pounded in her ears, and each of his careful but insistent gestures sent a tremor through her entire body.
He grabbed her hips firmly and sped up the movement of his member. She moaned softly — from pleasure and from the awareness of where they were and what they were doing.
They moved in rhythm, without uttering a word, only their breathing and the rustle of their bodies breaking the silence of the stairwell. Vera felt the floor trembling under her feet, how greedily he was using her body, and how her own body yielded to every touch of his.
When it was all over, she stood up, composed herself, and remained standing, pressing her body against the door. He covered her shoulders with his hands, quietly kissing her neck.
— Maybe you'll let me in for tea and we can do it all again, but on a comfortable bed this time.
She laughed, tiredly but contentedly.
— I agree.
The End.
Bonus:
The bar buzzed with music and conversation, but the guy with the drinks noticed that Katya, now completely unconscious, was lying on the bar counter. She wasn't reacting to the noise and crowd, her eyes were closed, her breathing even but very quiet.
He quickly approached, leaned over, and carefully supported her under the shoulders.
— Time to wrap it up, — he said quietly to himself and gently picked Katya up in his arms. She was light and seemed to be in a deep sleep.
The guy carefully carried her through the hall, avoiding the dancing and gathered guests. Along the way, he glanced back a couple of times to make sure no one was interfering.
Reaching one of the free rooms, he softly laid Katya on the bed, trying not to wake her.
She remained motionless, as if sleeping very deeply and not planning to wake up.
The guy placed a glass of water nearby and was about to leave, but he saw how Katya's panties had become wet and her nipples had hardened, clearly showing she was having wet dreams.
He locked the door with a key. At the sound, Katya woke up, but she was still very drunk and also thought it was all still a dream, which made her behave very lewdly. Thanks to this, they had an extremely interesting night.