The first bandage went to her chest - tightly, so that it would hold, but not too tightly. The second - neatly lay in the groin area, covering the most intimate. The third - for the head, wide, tied over the hair, like a real mummy. The fourth was left - she used it for decoration: a couple of turns on the stomach, a little on the thigh, one layer - on the leg.
This turned out to be less than she expected. The lower part of the back remained almost bare, the hips - open, even between the stripes on the stomach the skin was visible. But there was no time for a second attempt - the party was about to start, and Vera would not have time to run to the drugstore again. She looked in the mirror and said to herself:
- Well, let's consider this a daring image.
Katya met her already at the entrance to the apartment where the party was taking place:
- You ... are just fire. Where did you get this?
- The drugstore near the house, - Vera grinned. - Well, what happened.
- No, seriously. You're awesome. Let's go get a drink, we have to celebrate.
They headed for the bar, making their way through the noisy crowd in costumes. Someone was dressed as a witch, someone in a fur hood, someone had "blood" running from their eyes. The atmosphere was cheerful.
As soon as they approached the bar, the host's voice came from the speakers:

— Attention everyone! It’s competition time! The first one is *best men’s costume*! All men are participating, so don’t hide!
To the applause, the men began to come to the center. The top three were quickly chosen: a pirate, a demon, and a gloomy puppeteer. Everyone took off their mask, bowed, and received a small gift – a certificate and a mug with the party logo.

— And now — *best female costume*! Girls, go ahead! Let's vote together!
Katya, without asking, took Vera by the hand and literally pushed her forward.
— No way! With a costume like that — you have to participate.
Vera laughed and stood in line with the others. They followed her with their eyes — bandages, bare thighs, open stomach and expressive breasts under a thin layer of fabric could not help but attract attention.
After a long vote, the host announced:

— Winners, please come forward!
When the host announced the winners of the women's competition, Katya barely reacted. Two shots of tequila, then a cocktail, and another and another — and now she was lying with her chest on the bar counter, smiling.
Our mummy was among the top three. Three girls were standing and moving to the center. According to the rules of the competition, you had to show your face, Vera decided to simply take the bandage off her head. She pulled the edge — and the bandage easily unwound.
And after it, the others began to unwrap.
First — her chest. Then — her stomach. Then — her hips. And now she was completely naked, standing in full view of the entire party.
There was silence for a second, like in a movie. Then — a storm: whispers, laughter, bursts of voices. Someone clapped in surprise, someone began to applaud.
Vera, realizing that she was naked, immediately bent down, grabbed the bandages, pressed them to her chest and between her legs, and without turning around, ran out of the room. She burst into the nearest restroom and slammed the door behind her, breathing heavily and feeling her cheeks burning.
She looked in the mirror: her eyes were shining, her hair had come out from under the bandages, her body was still shaking.
“Excellent,” she whispered. “Simply gorgeous.”
Now she was in a closed restroom, standing barefoot on the cold tiles. Her cheeks were burning, her breathing was ragged. She sorted through the fabric with trembling hands, hoping to somehow restore the suit - and then it dawned on her.
She grabbed only one bandage. One. Everything else was left there - and she definitely did not intend to go back there for them.
“What the hell is going on?” she whispered, looking at the tiny ball of fabric in her hands. This was clearly not enough for anything serious.
With difficulty, she wrapped herself in this single bandage: part of it on her chest, pressing them together as best she could, the rest between her legs. It was not reliable, but better than nothing. She slipped out of the toilet and headed for the exit. Katya was still lying on the bar counter, not paying attention to anything.
It was dark and windy outside. The house opposite was hers. Just across the street. If she was lucky, she would have time to run unnoticed. She stepped onto the cold asphalt, hugging herself with her arms and pressing the edge of the bandage to her body.
“Hey!” came from the side.
Vera shuddered. A guy came out of the shadows - young, but already an adult, about sixteen or even older. In a hood, with a plastic sword on his belt. His gaze slid over her figure, lingered on her chest, and he slowly came closer.
“And under the bandages, what are you wearing, underwear, right?” Or are you one of those… — he reached out and, without waiting for an answer, tugged at the edge of the bandage.
— Don’t touch it! — Vera screamed, but the fabric was already falling apart. The top slid down, revealing his chest.
The guy froze. His eyes widened, his breathing became intermittent. He blushed, but continued to look, as if spellbound. Vera grabbed the bandage, covered herself and rushed forward, to her entrance.
She heard him running after her. Fast. His footsteps were getting closer. Turning her head, she saw his face: flushed, tense. He was clearly excited, and this scared her more than everything that had happened before.
The door to the entrance, thank God, was open. Vera flew inside. The elevator… No, it was too long. She knew he would catch up. She rushed to the stairs. Her feet were slipping, the bandage was barely holding on. On the third flight, the bandage completely came off.
Behind her, the sound of footsteps. He was running faster than Vera.
On the fourth floor, she reached her door, out of breath. The key. When she left, she had nowhere to put it, so she stuck it under the mat.
Vera bent down to pick up the key, lifting the mat with trembling fingers. She almost reached it, when suddenly she felt someone’s warm palm land right on her ass. She froze and turned around abruptly. He was standing next to her — that same guy, out of breath, with a sparkle in his eyes and flushed cheeks. His hand remained in place and began to squeeze her buttock.
With his other hand, he was taking off his pants.
His palms lay on her hips, slowly slid over the skin, carefully, almost studying. She no longer resisted. And then he inserted his penis into her pussy and began to move.
Her back itself arched to meet his movements, the guy's greedy gaze examined her naked body.
She rested her palms on the door of her own apartment, closed her eyes, finally resigned herself and surrendered to the moment. Everything inside seemed to be burning, her heart was pounding in her ears, and each of his careful but persistent gestures sent shivers throughout her body.
He grabbed her hips hard and sped up the movement of his penis. She moaned softly — from pleasure and from the realization of where they were and what they were doing.
They moved in rhythm, without saying a word, only breathing and the rustle of bodies broke the silence of the entrance. Vera felt the floor trembling under her feet, how greedily he used her body, and how her own body succumbed to his every touch.
When it was all over, she stood up, leaned back and remained standing, pressing her body against the door. He covered her shoulders with his hands, quietly kissing her neck.
- Maybe you'll let me in for tea and we'll repeat everything, but on a comfortable bed.
She laughed, tiredly, but contentedly.
- I agree.

End.

Bonus:

The bar was buzzing with music and conversation, but the guy with drinks noticed that Katya, already completely unconscious, was lying on the bar counter. She did not react to the noise and the crowd, her eyes were closed, her breathing was even, but very quiet.
He quickly approached, bent down and carefully supported her under the shoulders.
“It's time to finish,” he quietly said to himself and carefully picked Katya up in his arms. She was light and as if in a deep sleep.
The guy carefully carried her through the hall, going around the dancing and gathered guests. Along the way, he looked back a couple of times to make sure no one was bothering him.
Having reached one of the free rooms, he gently laid Katya on the bed, trying not to wake her.
She remained motionless, as if she was sleeping very deeply and was not going to wake up.
The guy put a glass of water next to her and was about to leave, but he saw how Katya's panties got wet and her nipples hardened, clearly showing that she was having wet dreams.
He locked the door with a key. Katya woke up from the sound, but she was still very drunk and thought that it was still a dream, because of this she behaved very depravedly. Thanks to this, they had an extremely interesting night.

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