Macy’s brother didn’t stay too far from our apartment building, meaning we could walk there from ours. So we ordered two cabs to our apartment for Gracie and me to change. The others were happy to keep their costumes on. We arrived in no time, and everyone headed inside.
“We won’t be long. There are some beers in the fridge if you want one.” I said, nodding to the kitchen area before Gracie and I headed to our bedroom.
“This wasn’t how I wanted you to take it off,” I pouted, pulling her to me, “I was hoping we could have had some fun with our costumes.” I run my hand down her sides and over her thighs.
Gracie whimpered, pressing her body to mine, “We can do just that on another night. We can play dress-up, and I will even do a striptease for you,” she purred, running her fingers down my chest.