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 ï>¿A Costume Made Of Beads by Homebrew66

   I wanted to be noticed, I was.

   I had been attracted to him for weeks; he didn't know I existed.  This
year's final event was later tonight; I had forgotten I needed a costume. I
had no hope of finding one for an evening Mardi Gras party.

   My skills were called into question.  I had several masks and hordes of
bead necklaces; after all, celebrating on Bourbon Street during this time
didn't require much clothing.  Maybe I could conjure up something; I had
six hours.

   My thoughts were wicked; I desperately wanted him to notice me. 
Throwing everything on the table, my mind went into creative mode.  Beads
were the most significant influence in this city; I needed to figure out
how to utilize the thousands I owned.

   Even though I was rather conservative, I didn't mind showing a little
skin when needed; tonight might just be one of those times; after all, I
wanted to be noticed, and this was the one time of the year I could get
away with it.  Since I was relatively small in the breast department, I
didn't need much coverage.

   Wrapping ten strings around my neck worked just fine.  The beads draped
over my tiny bumps covering all of them; from behind, it looked as if I was
topless.  I would have to be careful, though; it wouldn't take much for
them to slide to the side, exposing my tiny bumps.

   Sipping my gin and tonic helped; my stress level was receding quickly. I
needed something to cover my bottom, something festive.  Could I make a
skirt of beads?  After a minute, my brain finally answered as I frantically
searched for my narrow black belt.

   Fastening it around my upper waist, I took the strings of beads and
started working my way around, slipping them under the belt, centering each
row, and letting them hang down.  It took most, but I eventually reached
the starting point again.

   Looking in the mirror, I was ecstatic.  I twirled around to visualize
the effect as the bead-laden skirt swung freely.  Each twirl made the beads
fling out, showing what was beneath; my panties.  I felt the need to be
bold tonight, so no panties.

   That's better; I loved the sneak peeks of bare skin beneath as I
twirled; the airy sensation on my shaved area only enhanced it.  A mask
completed my costume.

   I was fashionably late; most were well into the festive atmosphere,
drinking and cavorting.  Few noticed me, the topless beaded woman, making
her way through the crowd.  After several dances, my thirst became
insatiable; two gin and tonics satisfied the drought.  I was now officially
in party mode, searching for him.

   I finally maneuvered myself into position as the next music set started.

   "Wow, your costume is excellent; just beads?  Nothing else?"

   "Yes, I wanted to be true to the occasion.  Just beads and a belt."

   "You sure are bold, wearing nothing but beads."

   I know he saw my breasts as I twirled; I constantly had to reposition my
beaded necklace.

   "Do I know you?"

   "Maybe"

   Should I make my move now?  I was quivering beneath the beads, trying to
build up my nerves.  I started twirling madly, letting him know I was bare
beneath; It was exhilarating displaying myself so blatantly; I could become
addicted to this behavior.

   I was not expecting to slip, nor was I expecting him to reach out to
catch me.  His grip was firm as I went down, tearing my belt and necklace
and releasing my beads.  Laying on the floor, watching thousands of beads
rolling away, I was stark naked.

   "I'm so sorry.  I tried to catch you."

   "It's okay."

   With his help, I stood, quite anxious, taking inventory, A mask...  a
torn belt...and...  no beads.  Well, I wanted to be noticed; I certainly
will now.

   "Here, take my shirt."

   "Josh, that won't be necessary."

   "I recognize you now; we work together; I didn't place you with the
mask."

   "I was hoping you would notice me."

   "I notice you now, naked; everyone else too."

   As the music restarted, several cohorts appeared, desperate to dance
with their naked coworker.  My hormone level rose; the subtle touches of
hands on my naked body were intoxicating; dancing nude had never entered my
mind; I savored being the only one naked.

   As the night went on, I again found myself in Josh's arms, this time for
a slow dance.

   Pulling my bare chest into him and grasping my naked ass, he whispered,
   "You are so beautiful, naked."