My heart beat faster. Beneath the bedsheet ghost costume I wore — really just a single white sheet with holes for my eyes and mouth cut out — I was completely naked. There was some sort of thrill in being this close to being exposed in front of people. Not that anyone would know, after all. Heck, they wouldn't even have to know it was me wearing the costume — the true joy of wearing a costume. The fun was knowing you could show yourself without actually showing your body. It's like peeking through a window at someone else getting dressed, or watching two friends kiss in the dark from across a room... but way more naughty, since it's me and not someone else. My nipples were hard as diamonds beneath the thin fabric, and my pussy had begun to moisten again despite having come once already during the evening (and since no one knew what I looked like, there'd be plenty of time for more later).

I cast my eyes across the party, looking for a suitable guy. The first guy was dressed