Rebecca watched the last of the trick-or-treaters head down the street and checked the clock. With the official hours over, she turned out the porch light and put down the bowl, resisting the urge to indulge with one of the few remaining pieces of candy.
She took off her witch hat and shook out a wealth of dark hair, trying not to think about the few strands of gray that she refused to dye - yet. No doubt she'd come around in time, but she was still confident enough in her appearance to let a few of her thirty-eight years show for the time being. She dropped the hat on a table near the hall, knowing she would need it back shortly. Next to it, she deposited the black shawl she'd artfully draped over her shoulders.
The costume was the only one she owned, and it wasn't exactly appropriate for greeting children at the door without a few modifications. In addition to the shawl which covered up a low neckline and bared cleavage, she'd also put on a longer skirt. It didn't exactly match the rest of the costume, but the original fell several inches above her knee, revealing long expanses of leg clad in black stockings.
Now, it was time to indulge in a little guilty pleasure.
She knew her son had left several hours before, but she still went to the basement door and listened carefully. When no sound greeted her, she headed downstairs and flipped on the lights, scanning the basement her ex-husband had finished as a man-cave, but which now also served as David's private domain.
Even though she was a little worried about what sort of trouble her eighteen-year-old son was getting into, she couldn't help feeling excited that he was out. The odds were that he wouldn't come back until the wee hours of the morning - if he returned at all. That meant that she had the house to herself.
Even though her face warmed and turned red as she thought about what she had planned, she couldn't resist. She flipped off the lights, and then headed back upstairs to her bedroom, where the computer awaited. A quick grab snatched up her hat, and she closed the bedroom door behind her.
Once again, it was time to modify her costume before logging in to her favorite website.
The visits to the forum had started as simply something to pass the time, and she had made quite a few friends amongst the other members. The flirting had started out innocently enough as well, though she'd grown a bit naughtier as time passed by. Careful to safeguard her real identity and never show her face, she felt that having a little fun wasn't hurting anybody, and it made her feel good. Between work and home, she hadn't had much time to date - and even less luck when she did. The back and forth of flirting with guys online kept her feeling desired and sexy, which was about the only thing that kept her from giving up dating altogether.
Over the last couple of months, she'd grown closer to a few of those online friends - and bolder. Tonight, she was going to push the boundaries a little farther.
Her hat landed on the bed, ready to put back on when she was finished. The skirt that went with the costume was already on the bed, so she pulled off the longer one to change. As the thick black cloth pooled on the floor next to the bed, she couldn't help a little grin. Her legs had always been her best feature, and there was no denying how good they looked in black stockings.
A glance in the mirror and a little turn forced her to admit that the rest of her wasn't holding up so bad either. Her butt looked pretty good in the black panties she was wearing, and the bare skin between the top of her stockings and the lacy cloth contrasted sharply with all the black. A quick lift of the blouse above revealed a tummy that wasn't as flat as it had been years ago, but rigorous workouts had kept her from developing love handles.
Blushing as the self-evaluation made her think about what she was about to do, she pulled on the other skirt, which barely covered the top of her stockings. If she didn't hurry up and go through with this, she knew that she might never do it. She popped open the clasp of her bra, and with wriggles practiced over many years, removed it without taking off her blouse.
The cloth was somewhat sheer, and had exactly the effect she remembered from when she'd last dared to go braless in the costume. Her large nipples poked at the cloth, while she could see a silhouette of the globes beneath. In the plunging neckline, the sides of both of her breasts were visible. They weren't quite as high in the neckline as in her youth, though they were a bit larger, as they had been since having David.
This was it. If she was going to take the plunge, it was now or never. She'd teased a couple of the men she flirted with online about showing off this costume, never really intending to do it. As Halloween approached, dares had encouraged her to follow up on the flirting.
Trying several ways had revealed that the best way to get a picture was to run her video camera attached to the computer, strike poses, hold them, and then pick stills from the video. Everything else had simply proven too difficult to do by herself. The camera was already set up, so she put on her hat, and stood in front of the bed. A click of the remote turned the camera on.
After ten minutes of posing and squinting at the image in the monitor, she was blushing furiously. Her nerve was beginning to erode, so she shut off the recording and went to work on picking shots.
The first pose made her smile. It just hinted at sexuality, standing with her hips cocked to the side. She found a good frame and saved it. The next several poses made her crinkle her nose. She felt that she looked silly, and kept scanning. The pose reclining on the bed looked good, and revealed just a bit more of her left breast where the cloth drooped. In the next one, she'd bent her right knee and rested her hand on her leg. Her skirt had ridden up to the top of her stockings, revealing the barest hints of the bare skin above the lacy band.
Though beginning to hesitate, she saved both of the reclining poses, and then moved on in the video. When she settled into her next pose on the screen, she gasped and covered her mouth.
On a whim, she'd leaned back on her hands with her legs dangling over the edge of the bed. What she hadn't been able to see from across the room at the time was that her legs were parted just a little farther than she'd thought. Looking at the frozen video up close, she could just see the triangle of her panties and the bare skin surrounding them in the shadows beneath her skirt. The pose had also thrust her breasts out, pulling the cloth back until her nipples were barely covered. Zooming in, she saw a sliver of darker skin on her right breast - the outer edge of her areola.
Rebecca bit her lower lip, and toyed with a lock of dark hair in a nervous habit she thought she'd broken herself of decades ago. In a burst of courage, she saved the frame.
A few minutes later, she was staring at the image again. She'd blurred out her face and the background in the previous three shots, and felt just brave enough to send the third. The last was the most risque - and far more than she'd actually intended. After a few moments of contemplation, she went ahead and brought the image editing tools to bear. Doing that wasn't committing to posting it, after all.
Before she lost her nerve, she posted the first two on the costume thread on the forum. By the time she refreshed the thread - less than a minute later - there were already three replies saying how stunning she looked, and they just kept coming. Naturally, several were asking for more, even though a couple of pictures had already been deleted by the moderators for going a bit too far.
Riding on the wave of praise, she posted the third image, hoping it would survive the scrutiny of the moderators. The replies popped up even faster, going several forum pages in less than a half an hour. Finally, the person she really wanted to see it reacted - but not on the open forum.
Grinning from ear to ear, Rebecca opened the PM from 'bob_newhart'. It had been his username and references to the show that had drawn her into conversations with him. She was surprised to learn that he was only eighteen, and had come to love the show from watching tapes of it with his parents. He was her primary flirtation target, and he didn't disappoint.
The message read, "There is NO way you are pushing forty. HOT! If only that top had dipped just a little lower in the third one..."
"What if there's more?" She replied, adding a winking emoticon.
Rebecca laughed at the one word reply, feeling incredibly sexy. "You just want me for my body."
"Way more than that, but I sure do want your body."
"Flatterer. You'll just drool over the picture and forget all about me once you get what you want."
"No way. You'd have to beat me off with a stick."
"Beat you off?"
"still looking at pics Now you're really teasing."
Her nipples growing stiff as she thought about the young man on the other end of the conversation admiring her, her thoughts and posts grew naughtier by the moment. "Am I?"
"I'd die and go straight to heaven. You'd be there too by the time I got done with you."
"Mmm! Now who's teasing?"
"Am I?" he echoed, followed by, "Are there really more pics?"
"Give! C'mon! Don't be cruel!"
"What do I get out of it?"
There was a slightly longer pause this time, and she had to refresh the forum page twice before his reply popped up. When she clicked on it, her mouth dropped wide open in stunned, aroused surprise.
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