The tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood on end; goose bumps rose and fled down her body. Moira shivered. Someone was watching. Her skin prickled with eerie foreboding.

Moira supposed her attire caused her unease. The sales lady insisted she had the perfect body to pose as the full-figured Elvira. So here she stood, the neckline cut damn near down to her waist with a corresponding slit up one side of her skirt, revealing her entire leg. A teased beehive wig completed the transformation.

No one would recognize her tonight. She didn’t recognize herself. Gone were the baggy T-shirt and jeans she usually wore to hide her curves. Moira tugged at the figure-hugging skirt, uncomfortable with the tight fit.

She tried to shake off the chilling anxiety. With hundreds of people at the Halloween party, Moira found it logical that someone watched her.

No doubt several hoped to see a costume malfunction before the night was over. She stole a quick glance at her neckline. So far, so good.

A quick circuit of the room pinpointed no one paying undue attention. Yet Moira was on edge… as if she expected… waited… for something to happen. She felt a bit flushed and warm—maybe some fresh air would help.

Moira noticed the open sliding glass door to the deck. She stepped outside and stood at the railing overlooking the lower level. The scenery was more pleasing out here, with colorful flowers swaying in the gentle breeze. Bright lanterns set throughout the yard created a pleasant ambiance. Being outside brought her a sense of tranquility and calmness.

“Don’t turn around… stay right there.” The low masculine rumble had her attention. As she turned, a firm hand grasped her shoulder. “No. Don’t. I want to admire the view.”

“And what do you find so admirable about it?” Moira concentrated on the tingle emanating from his hand on her shoulder. A strange exhilaration overtook her.

“Allow me.” He made his request with a husky whisper in her ear. The stranger gathered her fake hair and placed it over the opposite shoulder. He stepped closer.

“You have a lovely neck… so pale against your hair and gown. The artery in your throat pulses with each beat. Your heart pounds with desire… with passion.”

It must be one of several men dressed as Dracula—there had to be at least three at the party. Moira had to give him brownie points for staying in character. She smiled. A little role playing would be fun.

She trembled as he placed his lips on the sensitive spot where her neck and shoulder met. His lips were cool on her skin, but not in an unnatural sense. A frisson of desire jettisoned from his lips to the juncture between her thighs. Her nipples took notice and revealed their pointed approval of this new game. A soft murmur and slight tilt of her head in the opposite direction implied he had permission to continue.

His mouth continued upward until it rested behind her ear. Moira could feel his moist breath on her delicate skin. He licked the hypersensitive hollow beneath her earlobe. She moaned and shuddered anew at the delicious sensation.

“Come with me.”

His voice had a hypnotic quality that Moira found alluring. She followed him down to the lower deck near an area semi-obscured by the darkness and the foliage. The glow of a nearby lantern lit the man’s face, which she found both attractive and unsettling.

He led her deeper into the darkness, turned her to face the brick wall, and stood behind her again.

“You are such a lovely Elvira,” he crooned. “Your throat begs to be kissed and nibbled.”

His hands traced the rounded curves of her hip and buttocks. “Your ass is made for a man’s hands… so round… so firm.”

Moira couldn’t believe her ears. Her butt turned him on. Maybe the sales lady was correct after all.

Dracula grasped her hips and pulled her back against his rigid groin. Her breath came in quick, sharp gasps. Her body yielded to his unspoken promise of a sweet, heady desire.

He moved his hands upward to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. “And these… so magnificent… so delectable.”

Moira moaned and melted inside like hot fudge trickling over scoops of ice cream.

Now was the time to say the role play had gone far enough. Moira opened her mouth to protest, but never uttered the words. Instead, she leaned back against him and tilted her head to the side. There would be regrets come morning, but she would succumb to whatever pleasure awaited her tonight.

Her breath caught in her throat when one of his hands found the bare flesh of her exposed leg… and… oh, God… inched forward to cup her mound. Moira whimpered and arched upward, seeking a more intimate touch. He brushed aside the flimsy protection of her thong and drew one finger through her slick folds.

Tongues of searing desire licked up her unresisting body with ravenous greed. Moira rushed headlong down the path as her hungry flesh demanded. Her skin tingled, and her heart raced with each unfamiliar sensation that coursed through her veins. Every inch of her felt alive and electric, like someone had plugged her into a live wire.

She let out an involuntary moan as her mind and body craved more of the pleasure that engulfed her senses. She wanted to continue down this path of surrender, to give in to the raw passion that compelled her every move.

He pulled her tight against the proof of his arousal. Moira lolled her head back on his shoulder as her torso pressed forward. Her breasts were heavy and swollen as he fingered her nipples to tight, rigid peaks. Her feminine core clasped in the molten welcome of the other.

Moira offered no resistance against his triple assault. His mouth was at her throat once more, licking and nipping as his hands stroked her to a fevered frenzy.

The heat inside of her raged even hotter as she felt a tug deep down inside that seemed more powerful than the pleasure itself. It sent waves of fiery desire crashing over her body, leaving nothing but a scorching trail in its wake.

One last flick of her straining clit sent her soaring in ecstatic rapture. She scarcely felt the twin punctures at her neck as she convulsed in his arms.

***Note from the author dated 10/13/2023: I wrote this story several years ago as a flash fiction piece and purposely left the ending ambiguous. This story could be expanded into one of my One Steamy Night novelettes (10k words). Let me know at Maggie.m.mccullough@gmail.com or comment below if you would like to see this story expanded for that series.