Valentine's Party, a dozen roses a la Greek

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The invitations were sent
The replies confirmed
I was looking forward to the party.

(giving everyone a few days to arrive at the party in costume)
 
Cupid

I shivered as I slowly walked along the path. It had been a mistake to wear nothing over my costume: The thin, shimmering white robe was not meant to hold back the cold winter air, and the silken boxers did not add much of extra warming, either.
The bow and the quiver of heart-tipped arrows were slung about my shoulders.
Finally I arrived at the door. For the thousandth time, I hope that this was the right adress.
I wondered who else would be there...and who would be Psyche, Cupid's love.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked at the door...

[Edited by Lightman on 01-26-2001 at 08:09 PM]
 
Striding forth to the house from my vehicle , I saw too many standing by who took on airs of pretense ; who would always act & speak 'bravely' , but who actually did - nothing ....

Walked thru such previous fools & dolts ; seeking the woman who could look me in the eyes straight on , & be willing to dance beyond the 'end of the world' ; not to play the whiney little girl that never left home...

i took a drink from one of the many waiters circulating , whilest scanning the room above its rim - when I saw someone who carried herself in the proper way ; as well as looking at me as well...
 
Aphrodite

OOC HerrHaller you weren't invited, I'm sorry this thread was by invitation only.

IC

I was wearing the simple costume, my hair elaborately done up going over the food and decorations once more. Seeing the soft sofa's framed by columns the entire place simply Greek. There were No Waiters, this party meant for me and my guests alone. I smiled as I heard the door chime softly and going to the door I was greeted by my first guest. Garbed as the mischevious Cupid.
 
Persephone

Soaking in a lily-scented bubblebath, I let the warm water swirl around me as I daydreamed about the party. Knowing the hostess's penchant for surprises and her uncanny ability to make perfect matches, I wondered who would be Hades. Toweling off, I looked at myself in the mirror critically. Long legs, slim waist, and the faintest hint of a long ago summer tan. Smirking at my reflection, I decided I was passable.

Quickly slipping into the pearly bra and thong set and the soft slippers, I draped the sheer fabric around me toga-style and pinned the rose at my shoulder. Loosely piled my chestnut curls into a soft chignon I gently placed my crown of flowers around it. It was still cold, so I added a cloak to my ensemble.

I arrived right behind Cupid. Eyes dancing, I refrained from commenting on the weather and silk boxers. Our hostess opened the door and ushered us into a magnificent Greek paradise. "Fantastic," I whispered, "you outdone yourself yet again." I kissed her cheek and waited for the other guests, Hades especially, to arrive.
 
Athena

Getting ready for the party took up most of my day. I woke up early, took care of all my chores for the day and then took a long, leisurely shower. After a light lunch I put on my sweats and then headed to my favorite salon, where I had a one o’clock appointment. The girls were on notice to give me “the works” – hair, skin, manicure and pedicure. I brought a Polaroid of the blue fabric, showed it to the nail technician and told her I wanted my nails to match the garment. I expected her to protest, because I had never seen this shade of blue before, but much to my surprise she grinned, nodded and said, “I have just the thing.” And sure enough, when she brought me the bottle of polish I was thrilled to see how closely it matched. I took it as a good omen.

The salon work was expensive, but well worth it. A couple of hours later I returned home feeling wonderful. My dark hair fell to my shoulders in a soft cascade of natural curls. My freshly exfoliated skin tingled and glowed with health. Best of all, the brilliant blue of my nails looked heavenly. It was as if the gods of Olympus had captured some of the blue of the ocean in that magical bottle of nail polish.

I took my time getting ready. The bra and panties fit perfectly and felt so smooth and silky against my skin. I fashioned the blue fabric into a toga around my body, noting that the entire ensemble left little to the imagination. The blue slippers came last, and they fit my feet as lovingly as if they had been made just for me. That left only the blue rose, which after some hesitation I pinned to my waist. A tiny amount of makeup, just enough to highlight my features, and the transformation was complete. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and forced myself to straighten my posture and adopt a more regal, goddess-like bearing. When I was satisfied with my look, I threw a shawl over my shoulders and left for the party.

When I arrived the hostess greeted me warmly. I embraced her and complimented her on her wonderful party idea. After I hung up my shawl in the hall closet I entered the main room and was surprised to see that there were only two other people here. The man was obviously Cupid and the woman turned out to be Persephone. I nodded and exchanged pleasantries with them, feeling a little awkward because I didn’t know them all that well. My heart began to beat a little more quickly now as I contemplated what might lie in store. I could hardly wait to see who else would arrive.
 
Hades

After having taken a long and relaxing warm shower, I walk out into my room where the choosen costume is awaiting me. Having finaly dried myself, my attention returns to the clothes I had been given. I was given the choice of wearing a pair of silk boxers or a thong piece. Choosing to go with the boxers over the thong, I begin to get dressed for the party.

As I finished strapping on the black leather boots supplied, my mind began to go over who might be going there as Persephone. High hopes on how the Goddess of Spring would look once I arrived began to race through my mind. Only a truly lovely women could do the legendery goddess any real justice. Well, there was only one way for me to find out just who would be taking the part of Persephone.

Upon arriving at the entrence to where the party would be, my heart begins to beat faster while my hand reaches out to knock. After a few uneasy knocks, the door opens for me as I'm greeted by our hostess for the evening. Giving her a warm smile as she lets me in, we embrace as the door closes behind me. Kissing her on the cheek, I tell her what an honor it was for me to be invited.

Looking behind her, I make out Cupid and Athena to be two of the guests that had already arrived. Then, my eyes widen in amazement at receiving my first look at the women who was Persephone. She was more then suitable for taking the part of the goddess she represented. This indeed looked to be the makings of a very exciting evening.
 
Psyche:
The day had finally arrived. I had spent the day pretending to get work done at the office but really watching the clock. It had been years since I had attended a masquarade. I rushed home and showered, slowly. Attending to every inch of me, hoping, praying there would be a Cupid there. One willing to scorn his Mother's wrathe and fall for me, if only for a night.
It was lonely living here. I had just moved, didn't know many people, and the house was too big for just me. As I groomed my hair into a lover's knot I even dared to think she had found someone who would stay with me. Not be afraid of my strengths, or my weaknesses. My long auburn hair was a perfect contrast to the deep gold of the gown. A baroque gold I believe they called it. Luckily I had a tan, an all over tan, from my vacation to my companies island in the West Indes. I paused in the mirror, and smiled. The gown hung to my ankles, where the ties from the sandals wrapped. It felt luxurious swirling around them, like soft kisses. Underneath I wore a matching thong.
The only ornament to the costume was a thin chain, wrapped a several times around my throat, with a small arrow as it's charm. I knew it didn't quite fit the era, but couldn't resist it.
I called the cab and waited, sipping a glass of wine. I drew on a long velvet cape and was out the door as soon as I heard it pull up. Giving him the directions I sank back and forced myself to relax, not think about Cupid, and my tragic tale. The cabbie sensed something, and sprang out of his seat and held the door for me. I smiled, and he blushed.
"Thank you." I whispered, and tipped him big. Maybe, for tonight, I was Psyche, the most beautiful woman in the world. I slipped into the house quietly, others having already arrived. I wondered who was who. I draped the cape over a chair by the door, put a hand to my hair to smooth it, or try to. The curls were already springing loose, and turned to face them.
I was Psyche, beautiful and poised, yet underneath, a lonely and sad creature of myth, longing for someone to love her forever.
 
Cupid

After having exchanged some words with Aphrodite and some of my fellow guests, I helped myself to a glass of juice--it was at times like these that I sometimes regretted decision not to drink alcohol. Well...maybe a few glasses of wine afterwards.

I stood there, my green eyes scanning the room...when suddenly she entered. My breath caught.

The golden fabric against her dark skin glittered, but not as much as her eyes. I was entranced.

Summoning up all my will, I set down my glass and slowly started to walk towards her, trying to over-hear the loud beating of my heart. I hoped (not for the first time) that the bow and arrows around my shoulders didn't make me look as foolish as I felt.

Finally I reached her side. I almost would have given in to my nervosity then and walked back, but I managed to keep myself under control...more or less.

Gently taking her hand, I bowed over it, kissing it softly, my eyes not leaving hers.

"Greetings, fair lady. Might I ask for the name of the one who graces us with her shining beauty tonight?"
 
There was no doubting who he was, my Cupid. Mmmmm... and no wonder I had fought so hard to have him. He was gorgeous.
I said nothing as he kissed my hand, and then asked who I might be. I simply touched my throat, to draw attention to the charm.
'I am a mere human, oh mighty God. But one who longs for more then mortal pleasures."
I watched his eyes, hoping he was one who liked to play. Yes, they sparkled and smiled as I spoke. Telling me our hostess had chosen well.
 
Hera

Wrapped in the mysterious secretive smoky black material of my toga I entered the wonderfully decorated and lit hall of our mysterious host.

The click-clack of my high heels sounded strange - almost as if a herald was announcing the arrival of the Queen to the hall - and after all, I mused with a little smile, I was a Queen tonight - a heavenly Queen at that!

Curious to see the "court" I decidedly took the last few steps, wondering if my excited hear could be heard as I opened the door and entered the party room...
 
Cupid

My heart beat faster as I saw the charm and heard her words. I knew that this was Psyche--and indeed, she was surely the most beautiful woman on earth.
Without letting go her hand, I smiled made and inviting wave with my left arm.
"Come then, fair lady. Let me show you the splendour of Olympus--though even the light of the gods is diminished by your glorious beauty."
 
Hermes

"Honey, are you nearly ready?" I called up the stairs.

"Almost," she replied, "just give me a second."

I turned and looked at myself in the hall mirror. I was quite the picture, draped in a thin film of scarlet which did nothing to hide the fact that all I was wearing was a matching pair of boxer shorts. It was either those or the thong, and I'd asked Andi her preference. "Boxers!!" had been her rapid response. "Easy access..." Always the practical one, she was.

"So what do you think?" came her voice behind me.

I turned around, a little surprised as I hadn't heard her come down the stairs. She looked AMAZING, in emerald green panties and bra that left little to the imagination, teasingly visible through the shimmering transparent green fabric that clung to her delicious curves.

"Wow Andi! You look good enough to eat," I teased, licking my lips with a grin.

"Maybe later..." she replied with a smile, "we don't want to be late for the party."

I took he coat down off the rack and held it open for her, allowing her to slip into it. As she tied it closed, concealing her stunning outfit - for now - I pulled my own coat on and we headed for the door. She glanced down at my shoes and started giggling..

Hey!" I said, with a mock-hurt look, "You're lucky you don't have to wear winged shoes too!"

We headed out of the house laughing and got into the car. As we pulled off, I turned to her.

"I've a feeling this is gonna be an interesting evening..."
 
Andi

I loved the way the green bra and panties made me feel...so displayed! Chris and I walked to the car and got in. I scooted close while he drove us to the party, my hands roaming freely.

"How long a drive is it?" I asked, a naughty lilt to my voice.

"About half an hour or so," was Chris's reply.

"Good," I giggled.

Unfastening my seatbelt, I kneeled beside Chris and untied his coat with my teeth. Using just my lips, teeth and tongue, I freed his growing cock from his scarlet boxers. As I sucked the head into my mouth, I felt him leaning down to ease the seat back.
My head bobbed up and down on his cock for the longest time, always stopping before he could cum. Finally, I looked up at him.
"Are we there yet?" I asked, fully aware of the double entendre.
 
Aphrodite

The guests begin arriving and greating each other, the few distinct clues I had placed on them making them easily identifiable. I lifted my glass and toasted to the glory of the greek gods. Everyone drank the warm honeyed elixir and light danced over the sheer fabric revealing what the men choose to wear underneath, displaying the fair flesh of the women. I smiled and continued greeting my guests as they arrived.
 
I lightly rested my hand on his arm and let him lead me around the room. I stayed silent, hard for me. I was the shy mortal, in a room of Gods, and Goddesses. And indeed that is what they were. I saw our hostess, she raised a glass, and a wink in our direction. I almost stumbled as a woman in sheer black entered. her very presence drawing all eyes, including dear Cupids. But a squeeze on his arm brought them back to me, where I wanted them.
 
Persephone

Feeling an odd little shiver run down my neck, I turned as if bidden to do so. Standing near the door could only be Hades. I felt my cheeks color slightly. If the real Hades had been half as attractive, it was no wonder the original Persephone was willing to live in the underworld to be with him.

Taking two flutes of champange from a nearby buffet, I approached my counterpart and extended the glass in salutation. "Greetings, Lord Hades and welcome. I trust the champange is satisfactory." Dipping into a low curtsey, I murmured, "Persephone at your service, my lord." Giggling at my formality, I added, "You know, in the original story, it was Hades who captured Persephone with seeds from a pomegranet. I hope you don't mind me taking a few liberties."
 
Hermes

"Are we there yet?"

Oh god...I'd been almost there for the past twenty minutes or so, as she knew full well. Expertly she'd brought me to the brink again and again, always stopping just before I passed the point of no return.

"Almost..." I said through gritted teeth, struggling to concentrate on the road. Her lips and tongue on my throbbing cock were driving me to distraction, not to mention distracting me from my driving.

Finally we rounded the last corner and I pulled up outside our host's home. There were several cars already parked outside, but I wasn't really interested in that right now...
 
Hades

The young woman dressed as Persephone took my slightly by surprise with her initial greeting. I had still not gotten over how lovely the girl was. Grinning widely at her formal approach, I told her, "Not at all, my dear Persephone. And, might I add, that you look simply beautiful in what you're wearing. You definatly fit the needs to be worthy of the title of a goddess."

Taking a drink of the champange from my glass, my eyes meet her own for the first time. Getting somewhat lost in her gaze, I watch her with great interest as she takes a small drink from her glass. Able to get myself focused once more, I begin, "This looks to be a very interesting party in the make doesn't it? What, may I ask, are your plans for better enjoying the evening?"

Awaiting her responce, I smile warmly at her while trying my best to keep from looking like a fool. The worry of seeming too out of place here was something I had been afraid of since the invitation arrived. But, this could be one of the most exciting nights of my life if the party was as interesting as I had hoped.
 
Hephaestus

The day of the party has finally arrived, replacing my glasses with contacts (what Greek immortal could be seen wearing glasses) I look at the materials for my costume one more time. Pulling on the black thong, I turn to look in the mirror, hoping that my Aphrodite will appreciate what I am doing for her, feeling uncomfortable, but thinking that it does look rather nice. Wrapping the charcoal cloth around me, donning my toga and tying it with a black cord. Slipping on a pair of sandals, I head out the door, grabbing the hammer supplied to me on the way.

After parking in front of the house, I head to the door, excited to find out just who will be my consort this evening.

When the door is answered and I find out that our stunning hostess herself is Aphrodite, I pause, feeling like the lowly smith, smitten by the beautiful goddess herself.
 
Aphrodite

My eyes dance as the guests begin pairing off and talking. I hear car pulling up and am tempted to peak outside as door doesn't immediately ring. I wait and another car approaches and I nearly jump out of my skin when doorbell rings. I had almost thought I was hearing things. I open the door to greet in smoky gray Hephasteus. I smile and greet him with a very warm kiss. I bring him in and get him a drink and begin pointing out the other guests.
 
Cupid

I took a drink from the bar and handed it to my beautiful Psyche.
Raising my own glass, I said
"To your beauty, my fair lady, and to the good fortune that brought us together this even."
 
Andi

Leaving Chris completely unsatisfied (my plan, naughty as it may have been), I sat up and straightened my clothing. We sat in the car for a few minutes waiting for Chris's erection to subside, then made our way to the front door.

Once inside, we circulated among the guests, saying hello, drinking bubbly and getting completely aroused by the sight of so many in gauzy, leaving-little-to-the-imagination costumes.
I glanced down at Chris's boxers and noticed the slight tenting there. I pulled his head down to my lips and whispered in his ear, "Maybe you should have worn the thong!" then licked his earlobe.
 
The wine was lovely, my Cupid divine. His hand stayed on the small of my back as we wandered the room. Intoxicated by his
presence, and the atmosphere, I only sipped slowly, not wanting to lose any of my senses this night.
 
IC: Zeus

"Damn it, damn it" I muttered as I finally got home. My boss had to make call me in to work today, and it had taken forever to finish up what he needed my help too. So I quickly jumped into the shower and washed off, before I was going to don my costume. I had called a cab before I changed, so it would be waiting for me once I was ready to go. After I had put on the silvery length of fabric, the matching silk boxers, and the slippers, I put on my cotton-coat and walked out to the waiting cab. After giving the driver the address, I lean back and wonder what kind of surprises this evening will bring me.

Once the cab arrives at the address I’ve had time to calm down, and are finally in the mood for the party. I slowly enter the room, and as I let my eyes wander over all the people there, I’m stunned at all the amazing looking women that are there. And I again wonder who is selected to be my Hera for tonight, and if she’ll be upset with her Zeus or not.
 
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