The Mask

I dressed carefully for the party.  A masked costume ball sounded like fun, and would allow me to be someone else for the night.  I needed to be someone else...

A black leather corset cinched tight around my waist revealed the lightly tanned curves of my ample breasts.  My nipples peaked teasingly from their butter-soft confines, already stiffening with thoughts of the evening to come.

A silk skirt rustled against my bottom as I bent over and tied the laces on my knee-high boots, the slit on the side opening to show the length of my leg and the flash of a bare hip.  A red and black feathered mask covered my eyes, and a simple black hat completed my costume.

Not a traditional witch, but I hoped I could still cast a spell.  He didn't know I was going to be at the ball.  He didn't even know I was in town.  I hadn't seen him for many years, and he'd made it clear that beyond our flirtatious and teasing email, nothing could, or would, ever happen.

I arrived early, gaining no little attention as I entered the room.  I chose a small table, back in a secluded corner, from which I could see the door.  I could also see the dance floor, and I wanted to watch, unobserved, as he danced with other ghouls and vampires...French maids and princesses.

My heart skipped a beat as I saw him come through the door.  His simple black mask did nothing to hide his identity...not from me.  Dressed in a leather vest and jeans, soft leather restraints attached to his belt, he was everything I remembered and all that I imagined he would be now.  Squirming in my chair, I was already wet with desire.

The music started, a rowdy tune to get the crowd going, but I declined an invitation to join those on the dance floor, wanting to watch for a while as he looked around and chose a partner.  He danced twice with a harem girl, but as the music slowed, I saw him cast his eyes around the room, looking for someone different.

His eyes passed me by...but came back to look once again, and my pulse raced as he approached.  Grinning, looking me over from head to toe, he held out his hand.  He didn't ask...he didn't need to, and I too spoke no words as I accepted his invitation.

Hand in his, I trembled as his arm slid around my waist, gently pulling me close.  I'd wanted, and waited, so long for his touch that the reality was exquisite torture.

We danced, his lead so strong I had no problem following every step, every turn.  Lost in the rhythm of the music, I felt we had been dancing forever.  Relaxing in his arms, I let my head rest on his chest, feeling his heart beating strong.

The song ended, but as I turned to go back to my table, he pulled me close once again.  This time my arms found their way around his neck, and my almost bare breasts ached as they came into contact with his muscular chest.

His hands slid to my hips, to the small of my back, urging me closer.  Oblivious now to all but the sensations aroused in my body, I raised my head, and watched wonderingly as his lips lowered to meet mine.

Hungrily, I met his passion with my own, tasting the sweet wine of his lips, my tongue teasing his.  His lips left my mouth, only to brush against my ear, wordlessly seeking those places that made me shiver with delight.

He found the hollow of my neck, the slopes of my breasts, his tongue finally darting at my nipples.  Throwing my head back, I ground my hips towards his, feeling his desire hard against my belly.

Still swaying to the music, his hands cupped my buttocks, his mouth claiming a nipple as his own.  I reached between us to unbuckle his belt, my fingertips lightly probing and stroking as I opened first one, then two buttons on his jeans.

My eyes sparkling with mischief, I raised a finger, wet with his clear fluid, to my mouth.  I watched his reaction as my tongue flicked out for a taste, and was rewarded when he slipped a hand inside the slit of my skirt, caressing my bare bottom and pulling me even closer.

This time when the music stopped, he led me off the dance floor.  Bypassing my table, we left through another door.  Finding an empty room, he pulled me inside and locked the door.

I knew I should tell him then who I was, but as I opened my mouth to speak the words that would stop him, his lips again found mine.  His hand parted my skirt, and I felt the heat of his fingers stroking my thighs, inching closer to my now throbbing clit.

As he touched the hot velvet wetness that betrayed my desire, all thoughts of revealing my identity disappeared.  I wanted to feel his skin against mine, my lips on his body, taste his cum in my mouth.  I wanted him to fuck me...and I remained silent.

I unhooked my skirt, letting it fall to the floor, and leading him now I pulled him down beside me on some mats on the floor.  Straddling his hips, I wantonly rubbed my pussy against his erection, still partially covered by his jeans.  Sliding down his body, I licked his ears, kissed his lips, smelling his sweet scent as I nuzzled his neck.

I gently rolled his nipples between my teeth, hearing him moan as I licked my way down his chest, down his belly.  I licked at the tip of his cock, teasing as I finished unbuttoning his jeans.  Finally he was in my mouth, groaning as my lips surrounded him, alternately sucking and swirling my tongue.

Suddenly he pushed me away, and before I realized what was happening my wrists were encased in the soft leather cuffs that had been attached to his belt.  Strangely, I felt no fear, only anticipation as I watched him finish undressing.

As he positioned my arms above my head, I gazed at him in silent assent.  Giving in to the feelings so long dormant inside me, I had no desire to struggle against this man I had wanted for so long.

His fingers working at the ties on my corset, he kissed my eyes...my lips, and when the last lace was undone I lay completely exposed and vulnerable before him.  His lips fell to my breasts, suckling like a hungry child.

His body beside me, his hard cock pressed against my hip, I felt his hand on my waist.  Caressing my stomach, trailing his fingers down my thigh, he reached that part of me that still longed for his touch.

His fingertips easily found my erect, swollen clit, and stroking softly, teasingly, he brought me to the edge of climax.  Beyond all reason now, silently begging, I raised my hips to meet his hand.  As his fingers slid inside me, fucking me in a rhythm to match my own, I felt the sweet contractions that signaled release.

Rolling his body atop mine, with one hand he held my wrists in position, and with the other rubbed his now throbbing erection against my clit.  Still in control, he watched as I came again, a slow smile appearing on his face as I drenched him with my moisture.

But as he finally allowed his cock to slip inside me, a sound of passion and desire emerged from his throat, and I knew he was mine.  Pumping slowly at first, pulling almost all the way out, soon he was fucking me with an abandon I had only dreamed of.  I met each stroke with one of my own, urging him on, deeper and harder.  I held back, my pussy contracting again only as I felt him swell, his hot cum spurting deep inside me.

He removed my restraints, and relaxing in his arms, feeling our heartbeats slow, I heard the song that signaled it was midnight, and time to unmask.  Knowing this was the only time we would ever be together, tears formed in my eyes as I reached up to remove my disguise.

His hands reached out, gently grasping my wrists once again, stopping me from revealing my identity.  He kissed first one palm, then the other, and lips lingering against mine, murmured the only words between us all evening.

"I know."