2 comments/ 31544 views/ 5 favorites The Masked Ball By: LitRiter Tina Strong was driving home from college to spend the long Labor Day weekend with her family. She hadn't seen them since Christmas break, and was looking forward to spending time with her Mom and Dad and little sister. It was a little after eleven on Friday night and she was driving just a little too fast down the country road, her windshield wipers barely keeping ahead of the downpour. Her radio blared as she leaned forward again to wipe the fog from the inside of the windshield. She saw the tree looming before her and jerked the wheel to the left, slamming on the brakes. She felt the car begin to fishtail, then spin, and closed her eyes to wait for the crash. The car tilted as it ran down into a roadside ditch, and then came to a sudden stop as the grill and hood burrowed into the muddy bank. Tina sat stunned and checked herself for injury. Nothing was broken, but she ached all over and the car was definitely dead. She noticed water leaking into the car so she tried to open the door to escape but it was stuck fast. She unbuckled her seatbelt and screamed as she pounded on the window of the car door, unable to see anything outside in the darkness. She felt the car move as the rushing water pushed it sideways and with a wrenching sound the car jounced around and began to roll backward as the water forced it along. Tina tried again and again to open the door with no luck, and pounded frantically on the window. Taking a deep breath, she smashed at the window with her elbow and screamed in pain and rage when it had no effect other than to hurt like hell. As she held her elbow and cried, Tina reached down and took hold of the handle and turned. The window rolled down. Screaming again, this time in triumph, Tina scrambled through the window and up onto the roof of her slowly moving car. She could vaguely make out the edges of the ditch on either side, and saw the rushing water that was pushing her car along. Stealing herself, Tina planted her sneakers against the top of the car door and leaped. She landed with a grunt in the mud, her legs in water from the knees down. She crawled and climbed, pulling herself through the thick, clay-like mud. Twice she slid all the way back down to the water, but on the third attempt she was able to grab onto a root sticking out of the ground near the top, and she pulled herself up and out of the ditch. She lay there for a long time, letting the torrential downpour wash over her, hoping it was washing away the mud. But even as she started to drift to sleep, she realized how cold she was, and scrambled to her feet. She searched herself for her cell phone before remembering that she had left it on the passenger seat. Her car had rolled another twenty yards down the ditch, and there was no way she was going to attempt that climb again. Her white sweater was one of her favorites, but at that moment it was cold, and heavy with the rain, ditch water, and mud. She pulled it off over her head and dropped it to the ground. A bolt of lightning lit the sky, and Tina made out the road nearby. She had no idea of which way was which, so she hugged herself tightly and staggered along the center line. To Tina, the world became a dark, wet place. She staggered along the road, her body lashed by the wind-driven rain, and wished she could clamp her hands over her ears to block out the scream of the wind and the roar of the thunder. She felt like she had walked for hours, and that this horrible night would never end. Tina fell to her knees and began to cry in great shuddering sobs. She looked up into the night, and as another bolt of lightning lit the world, she made out the shadowy form of a large house up on the hillside. It was dark, but even if it was deserted, she reasoned, she could break in and get warm. She staggered to her feet again and ran toward the house. Her way was blocked by a fifteen-foot tall wall with wrought iron spikes at the top, so she followed the wall until she came to the large, wrought iron gate at the driveway. Tina pushed and pulled at the immense metal gates, but they wouldn't budge. She walked around the gates, looking for a call box or some kind of intercom, but found nothing. Thinking to try to squeeze through the bars, she returned to the gate and found them open about a foot. She squeezed between the gates and ran up the gravel driveway past trees and shrubs before coming to the house. The house was old and dark. It was wooden and four stories tall, and as a flash of lightning lit the house she was reminded of a childhood trip to Disneyland. This house reminded her of the Haunted Mansion, except that it was much, much larger. She trudged up the steps onto the porch, where the wind whipped at her, but she was thankfully protected from the driving rain. She pushed the doorbell button and waited a few minutes before grabbing a huge gargoyle-faced brass knocker and she let it drop against the door with a boom. Moments later, one of the doors opened and an old man, bent with age and holding a candelabrum peeked out. "Please, my dear, you must come in," the old man said as he stepped back. Tina rushed inside and the old man closed the door. She stood in a large room with marble floors and wood paneled walls. Two giant staircases rose on either side of the room, meeting at a landing that was above a pair of large dark wooden doors on the other end of the room. It was silent, except for the "tock" of an old grandfather clock and the squelch of her sneakers. The old man was dressed in a fine old-fashioned butler's uniform. He was bald on top, with wispy white hair on the sides and in back, and large mutton chop sideburns. He looked to be in his seventies, and quite frail. He stepped in front of Tina and held up the candelabra. "The Master is entertaining. Please wait here for a few minutes and I will return," he said in a wheezing, raspy voice. "Please, if I could just borrow your phone," Tina called after him as he shambled to the large dark doors. "I'm sorry Miss," he said without stopping, "we lost the telephones when we lost the power, dratted storm." Tina stood and shivered, listening to the clock and the dripping of water as it fell from her to the marble floor. Great, she thought to herself, here I am in a spooky old house with a bunch of rich people, and I'm wearing a t-shirt, jeans and sneakers, dripping wet, and covered in mud. Tina walked over to the clock and squinted in the darkness at its face. 2:30 in the morning. Lovely. The clock read 2:50 when the old butler appeared on the landing at the top of the stairs. "Please, Miss," he rasped, "follow me." She went up the stairs, shoes squelching on the Oriental rug over the dark wooden stairs. When she reached the top, the butler lead the way down a hallway, then up another flight of stairs, and another, before leading her down a hallway and to a room. He opened the door and waved her inside. There was a huge brass canopied bed covered in white linens and a comforter with a pink floral pattern. A bedside table, rugs on the hardwood floor, a wooden dresser and wardrobe and a dressing table with a large oval mirror and a chair all painted white, all with delicate pink roses along the accents. They made the room seem like a dream room for a little girl. All that's missing, Tina thought, is a collection of horses. He opened the other door in the room and waved her inside. She peeked in and saw it was a bathroom with a tile floor, a small toilet with the tank up near the ceiling and a pull chain flush, and a huge white bathtub with clawed feet. The tub was filled with steaming water with little pink rose petals floating in it, and Tina felt tears in her eyes. "Please feel free to use any of the clothes in the dresser or wardrobe. When you are ready, ring the bell on the bedstand," the butler rasped, and left. Tina pulled off her t-shirt and dropped it into a wicker basket that had been painted white. She stepped out of her ruined sneakers without untying them, and then peeled off the wet denim jeans, grimacing as the sand and mud scraped her soft skin. She took off her bra and threw her jeans and bra into the basket. She sat on the toilet and took off her socks and tossed them into the basket, then stood and pulled off her panties. A quick look at her cold, pale, wrinkled skin, and she stepped into the hot water and sat down. She lay back until her entire body was under the water, and then sat up a little until her face broke the surface. The warm water felt like a lover caressing her entire body, massaging, relaxing her totally. She could feel her long blond hair relaxing and separating, becoming clean and straight again. Tina lay there a long time, until any hint of her chill was gone. Her eyes snapped open and she started, sending water spilling over the edge of the tub and onto the white tile. She stood and took a soft towel from the silver bar on the wall. Wrapping the soft towel around herself, she stepped carefully onto the cool tile, then took another and wrapped her hair. Her skin was pink from the hot water, and deliciously sensitive to the air. Tina sat at the dressing table and took her hair down. She toweled the wetness from it and brushed it out with an elegant silver brush. She looked at herself in the mirror, her drying blond hair, shot through with brown, her large blue eyes, soft round jaw line. Her nose was small and straight, slightly upturned at the end. No bruises, no damage. She went to the dresser and opened the top drawer, finding a pair of white silk panties, trimmed in ivory lace. She slipped them on, and found herself aroused by the cool soft fabric brushing her thighs, and settling against her bottom and sex. The second drawer held a matching camisole with spaghetti straps, which she slipped on over her head. When the silk brushed her nipples they came alive and made her breasts ache. I have got to start wearing better underwear, she thought to herself. The third and last drawer held a pair of pink silk stockings, topped with ivory lace and each having a single red ribbon around the top. She sat back in the dressing table chair and bunched her toes, then pushed her foot into a stocking. Her heart skipped a beat and she held her breath as the silk brushed her leg, and she pulled it up. Tina was a little surprised that it only came an inch or so above her knee, but she guessed these clothes were from an older time, when skirts didn't show that much leg. She pulled on the other stocking a little more slowly, savoring the sensation. When she stood the stockings began to slip, but she found that if she pulled the ribbon tight and then tied it, they acted as garters. Tina then walked to the wardrobe and opened the doors. Inside she saw a dress on a wooden hanger, and on the floor a pair of shoes. Tina took out the white dress and laid it out on the bed. It was satin with row after row of tassels hanging over each other in waves. She pulled the dress on over her head and adjusted the thin white straps so they lay over the straps from her camisole. The hemline was an inch above her knee but hidden by the last row of tassels, which fell to just below her knees. Tina looked at herself in the mirror, and the only break from the illusion that she was a 1920's socialite was her long blond hair. In the movies she had seen, Tina remembered the women always wore their hair short. Or maybe up. She ran to the dressing table and searched until she found a box of hairpins, and with a little experimentation she had her hair up perfectly. She opened another box and found lipstick and rouge, and a wad of black ribbon. She carefully applied the soft pink lipstick, and then rouged her cheeks before unwrapping the black ribbon. It was a beautiful cameo, and she fastened it around her throat. It centered perfectly under her chin, and Tina was taken by her own beauty. She had always considered herself pretty, but the woman looking back at her from the mirror was beautiful. She could be a model, or an actress. She was exactly the kind of woman that she herself had always envied. Tina took the shoes from the wardrobe and sat to put them on. They were white, like the dress, with pointed toes and large clunky heels 3 inches high. They were comfortable until she stood, when her feet were pinched by the stiff shoes. She picked up the silver bell next to the bed and had rung it once when the door opened and a young woman dressed in a maid's uniform stepped in. She stood with her hands together in front of her, her eyes on the floor. Christina's chin rose slightly and she said, "Take me to the Master." She followed the maid down several hallways and stairs, intrigued by the way the maid's hips and full, round bottom swayed under her black skirt. She had never been attracted to another woman before, and this woman was no beauty, yet she couldn't take her eyes off of her swaying bottom. The maid paused before a set of oak doors, then opened them and stood aside to let Christina enter. She stepped out onto a landing with a stairway leading down to the ballroom. There was a gigantic table laden with fruit and vessels with steaming foods. In the center was an enormous roast pig, an apple in its mouth. Twenty people were seated around the table, looking up at her in silence. They were dressed in the finest clothes of a dozen eras. The men wore black, from the ruffles and lace of the seventeenth and eighteenth century, waistcoats and tails of the nineteenth century, and the white tie and tails of the early twentieth century. The women wore black and dark red dresses, elegant ball gowns of the past. In her simple 1920's dress, Christina felt like a traveler from the future. And all of the guests wore masks. Smooth white masks that covered the upper face for the men, beautiful golden masks that covered only the eyes for the women. As she descended the stairs, Christina watched as the man seated in the largest chair at the head of the table rose and glided across the floor to meet her at the bottom. He was tall and dashing and wore a fine suit of dark red silk and velvet with a white lace cravat, and tails. His hair was black, long and wavy, and pulled back in a ponytail. His mask was black and shiny. He took her hand and kissed it, then bowed and said, "Daniel du Mond, at your service, my Lady..." "Christina," she whispered, in awe of the man and his powerful presence. Her hand burned where he had kissed it, and she felt a flush run through her breasts. He turned and presented her to the group. "The Lady Christina," he announced, and the room filled with polite applause. He led her to his seat, and waved her to sit in the empty chair beside his. After he seated himself, a servant filled the crystal goblet nearest her with a deep red wine. "It has been too long since one of our gatherings has been graced by new life. You shall be our guest of honor tonight," Daniel announced and the room exploded with applause. Christina sipped at the wine she was given and found it was heavier than she was used to, and had a pleasant coppery taste. She was served the finest food she had ever seen or tasted, and while she tried to be as polite as she could, she found herself tearing into the feast with gusto. She was bent over her silver plate with a bit of roast fowl hanging from her lip when she glanced up and saw Daniel watching her, a smile on his lips. She wiped the meat from her face and sat up straight, embarrassed to her core. "Never fear, my darling girl," Daniel said soothingly, "a feast is to be consumed. We are all friends here, and we all share a common interest. Ourselves." Daniel laughed and the table exploded into laughter with him. "You see, we are a bit of a club, as it were, and you are welcome to join. There are many desires that a body has, whether it be hunger, thirst, lust for the arts, or lust for the flesh. Our club believes that we should do whatever it takes to fulfill those desires." Again the table erupted into applause, and Christina found herself feeling hot and disoriented. She had heard of sex parties, and had been intrigued by the idea, but to have stumbled onto one by accident was amazing. Daniel stood and took Christina by the hand. He led her across the room and clapped his hands together. Men rushed into the room carrying chairs and instruments, and they quickly set them up. They sat and began to play a delightful tune. Daniel swept Christina into his arms and danced her across the floor, whirling and laughing. She found herself laughing and shouting in spite of herself as she danced an unfamiliar dance with this total stranger in the lead. Other dancers filled the floor, and soon they were all close together, whirling and swaying, dancing with abandon. Christina looked over and saw a titanic man, obscenely obese too the point that the brass buttons on his waistcoat threatened to pop off. He had a neatly trimmed full red beard, and wore his red hair up in a ponytail that made Christina think of Thomas Jefferson. The giant was swinging a much smaller woman around, occasionally pulling her in and crushing her against his girth. His great meaty hand came to rest on the little brunette's bosom, and with seemingly no effort at all he tore away her dress, leaving her standing in her white silk stockings, bloomers, and corset. The music and the dancing stopped. Daniel walked over to the giant and said, "Devlin, you are the first to disrobe your partner, so the honor of the party requires your gift in return." The big man smiled, and the party gathered around him. His mouth opened and out of that giant man came a sweet soprano voice. He sang an aria in tones so clear, notes so beautiful, Christina had tears in her eyes without even knowing what he sang about, or even the language he was singing in. When he finished the room applauded for a long time, and Daniel pulled Christina close to him. "My darling," he whispered into her ear, "as the host, it is my duty to now disrobe my partner." He winked at her and continued, "I'm afraid, my dear girl, that that would be you." And before she could even open her mouth to protest, Daniel took hold of the front of her beautiful dress and ripped it from her. She stood in shock, facing the group of party guests as they let their eyes run over her, and felt Daniel grab her camisole and pretty silk panties from behind and they too were ripped away. The room exploded into bedlam as the party guests cheered and applauded her body, now wearing only her cameo, stockings and shoes. Daniel grabbed her hands and began to whirl her around and around as the music began to play again. A flush of embarrassment spread over her pale skin, and she became acutely aware of her breasts bouncing freely as she danced. She saw that others, men and women alike were being stripped of their clothes, and soon more than half of the dancers were in various states of undress, several were totally nude. As they danced they kicked aside torn and ruined articles of clothing even as the servants darted in and grabbed them up. When the music stopped, Daniel led Christina back to the table and handed her a fresh goblet of wine, which she drank quickly. He then led her over near the grand fireplace and to a strange velvet covered seat. It was higher than most chairs, and had no back or arms. It was shaped vaguely like a saddle, but far too wide to straddle. Daniel leaned her against the soft velvet and grasped her hips, lifting her up and placing her on her belly over the seat. Christina's legs barely touched the floor, and the gentle slope of the seat pushed her bottom into the air, exposing her bottom and her sex for all to see, while her breasts and upper body hung off of the other end, similarly outthrust and displayed. The Masked Ball It had been months since we had last seen each other. That chance meeting in London, another stuffy conference, full of business suits and grayness, the air stale and artificial, the lighting just as fake. It had been a long boring day, nothing new learnt and I had been keen to get out of the room, out of the hotel and go home to my little cottage tucked away in the outskirts of London where it felt as if you were deep in the countryside. I had brushed past you in my usual slightly clumsy way, almost not seeing you. Then something made me turn, a familiarity in the way you moved, the way you held yourself, that upright confident stance, quick moving but with one hand to your mouth as if biting a fingernail, a sign that there was also a vulnerable element to you. We hadn't seen each other since school before that day, nearly 20 years had flown past, failed marriages, grown up kids, mortgages and a whole host of other aspects of life that had changed us, sucked us dry of the enthusiastic kids we once were. I had forgotten a lot of things over 20 years but I hadn't forgotten your movements, that uniquely confident stance that at first glance hid your vulnerability. Something made you turn at the same time and our eyes had locked, frozen in that moment, our minds trying to compute what we were seeing, confirming the truth before us, my mind played out scenes of carefree summers in France, making love under the stars, where we had played as if we ruled the world, invincible, as if nothing could or would ever change us. You moved your hand from your mouth in a quick almost embarrassed gesture and I smiled, a small laugh escaping from my lips, it was the same gesture you used back then whenever you wanted to impress. You smiled too and mouthed my name in a question. I nodded and laughed more freely and we came together, our eyes hungrily devouring each other, looking for signs of both familiarity and change. You put down your case and came to me and pulled me in tightly to you in a huge bear hug, I responded and for that moment we were 17 again, so close we were almost one person. I breathed you in deeply, smelling your familiar earthy scent, you still used the same one, this made me smile again and I felt so safe. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be transported back in time 20 years and got lost in the moment. We had gone to a nearby pub and chatted non-stop until they had kicked us out, since then we had chatted almost daily either on-line or on the phone but our lives never allowing us to meet again, until now. An announcement from the pilot brought me out of my reverie with a bump and as the plane circled closer getting ready to land and some brief turbulence jolted me in my seat, the excitement was building throughout my entire body at the thought of seeing you again like the buzz of electricity humming in a wire. My legs were weak and felt as if they were made of jelly, causing me to wonder if I would be able to stand and there was an excitement growing in my stomach, drawing up into my chest making my breasts heave as my breathing became labored. I wondered nervously what would happen next. I knew what I wanted to happen, what I hoped would happen. I found myself fingering the pendent on my necklace, a nervous habit I had picked up during my teenage years. I forced myself to drop my hand and took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. The voice in my head still nagging me, asking what I was doing, where did I think this would go, a life together and happily ever after following one short holiday romance? I shook myself out of it and forced myself to think positively. I was going to spend a long weekend in the arms of my long lost love, that in itself was worth it, even if went no further than right here, right now, I could hold on the memories for another 20 years. I smiled and tried to stretch out my long legs as much as I could in the cramped confinement of the airplane cabin, testing them to make sure they would work. The sun was already burning in through the small oval window of the plane but I was unsure if the heat I could feel was from the sun or the excitement building within me. I had never been to Venice before but had heard stories of Venice in springtime, the cool water everywhere, the parties, the buildings and the bridges. All full of history and romance and beauty. I was also excited to see and experience as much as possible of these with you too. I noticed my hand moved to my thighs as a familiar stirring in my groin area began to take over, spreading outwards and my own heat rose to match the warm air now coming into the cabin as the door was opened. I climbed out of the small plane and down the steps to a shuttle bus which carried us to the terminal. It was full of people and warm but thankfully not too hot or claustrophobic, some of the people were as obviously excited as me, others tired and sleepy. Perhaps they had travelled from further afield than I? As the bus neared the terminal I began to look out for you, the butterflies in my stomach doing somersaults, the stirring in my groin rising, affecting my breathing once more. I couldn't see you as I made my way through the modern Marco Polo airport; I sailed through customs and began searching the sea faces of the people awaiting those arriving. I love these moments, the faces full of love or worry, all full of anticipation, all breaking out into smiles and relief as they see and hold their friends and loved ones coming through the walkway. It always makes me feel emotional as I can't help but share in their joy and tears and smiles. I see you then and stop. You have a big grin on your face that erupts to an even bigger smile when my eyes meet yours. Your hand shoots away from your mouth and I realise that you are probably just as nervous, perhaps even wondering if I would turn up at all? You are standing near the back of the crowd moving towards me. You look serene, your face and posture relaxed. Your loose, pale cotton trousers and shirt ensuring you are fitting in with your surroundings. You travelled down the night before and have obviously taken the time to quickly acclimatize to the Venetian way of living, all the stresses of your life seemingly gone for now. I am barely able to say 'Hi' as you take me into your arms and kiss me full on the mouth but softly, your tongue exploring mine as if needing to find the familiarity once more, one of your hands caresses my back while the other one moves further down to my bum, the sensation causing my hips to move into yours. My legs start to go again a little and I am grateful for your strong embrace. My hands wrap themselves around your neck, my fingers moving up into your thick dark hair and one hand coming down to touch the side of your face as we continue to kiss. Your skin is smooth and freshly shaved, soft and warm, silky under my fingers. You taste of summer as your tongue continues to explore mine, occasionally pulling out to trace my soft full lips and you grin again as I fall into the pool of your eyes. Eventually we come up for breath, not even noticing the people now stopped, watching us as I had them earlier. We are looking only at each other as if the rest of the crowd has melted away in the heat. We smile and laugh and say hello. You explain that you have a taxi outside waiting to take us to the city entrance and we walk hand in hand towards it, you are chatting away as I start to hum and sing to myself. The surroundings are beautiful and I smile, loving this country and all it has to offer. We enter the taxi and I watch fascinated as you tell the taxi driver our destination in Italian. I want you to keep speaking the language even though I have little clue to what you are saying. It is very sexy and I grow more and more impatient to get to the hotel. As you sit down I let my arm fall onto your thigh, my hand resting on your manhood as I caress it slightly through the thin cotton material. You smile and look to see what view the taxi driver has and you move over closer into me. I have on a long, thin, loose summer dress with thin straps and a zip at the back. You take one hand and start to cares my back and shoulders, slowly you undo the zip down as far as my waist and the material opens up, you start to caress my back and realise that I am wearing a light strapless silk corset underneath. Your hand moves around the side of me and your fingers brush the side of my breasts. My skin as smooth as the silk itself. You move your body in even closer so that your fingers can reach around to the top of my breasts out of view of the taxi driver. My breasts move up to your touch as my breathing becomes heavier. I can feel myself getting wet at your touch and rub your hardening manhood with more urgency. You lean in and kiss my neck and I later turn to kiss you on the mouth. We can feel the urgency in each other and the relatively short journey begins to feel like it is taking hours, when in reality it is only perhaps 20 minutes. You pull away and we try to compose ourselves as the taxi pulls into its stop. We clumsily climb out of the taxi both weak with desire, sensing the others arousal, our scents mixing in the air as our body temperature rises. We transfer to an awaiting Gondola, you have arranged it especially and it is a private one with a half roof and material coming down to give a certain amount of privacy. I look at you with a sparkle in my eye and see the same grin spread over your face as before and the same sparkle flicker with mischief in your eyes making me feel 17 once more. You step in first and then put your hand out for me to take and help me into the Gondola. You again give the directions to the Gondolier in Italian and my pulse races. We lay back into the low seat with the thin piece of voile covering the entrance to the half roof and covering us as far as our lower thighs. We can still see out but people cannot clearly see in to us as we float along the canal and under the bridges. Our hunger gets the better of us and we start to kiss as my hands reach to your chest and start to unbutton your shirt, allowing me to caress your chest, my head moves down and I kiss and suck on your nipples, causing you to moan slightly. At the same time your hand has again reached around my back and undone the zip of my dress, you let the now loose straps fall off my shoulders and I lift my arms through them to expose what is underneath. I am wearing a cream silk corset but this one does up at the front, the laces pulled tightly, pulling my breasts upwards and together. Your hands massage the tops of my breasts that are now heaving and fighting against the top of the corset. You kiss my neck causing me to lift my head with pleasure giving you full access to my breasts. You lower your head and begin to kiss the nipples that are half poking out over the top of my corset. My fingers run through your hair, down your neck and run down your shoulders and back. As you begin to undo the laces of my corset, I reach one hand down to your manhood which is hard and fighting almost as much as my breasts to be free of the constrictive material. I undo your button and move the zip down slowly, careful not to do any damage. Your hard cock springs out and my hand holds it and gently squeezes, slowly massaging the shaft, moving my whole hand slowly up and down, my fingers spreading to massage every hard inch of you. You moan again and I hear you take a sharp intake of breath. You have moved your mouth to my now fully exposed nipple and are sucking hard, your tongue licking to the tip, your hands firmly massaging the rest of my other breast. I moan too and slip one hand into the slit of my dress and into my wetness, God I am so wet, I want you so badly at this moment, I struggle to remember where we are and resist from climbing on top of you here and now. Instead I take some of the wetness and trace it up your shaft to the very tip of your head; I get more wetness and rub it over the eye of your head, still rubbing your shaft with my other hand. I lean in and force your head up and kiss your nipples as I do, my tongue flicking on the tip. I take one of your hands and guide it to the slit in my dress and down to my hot, wetness pulsating, waiting for you. You realise at this point that I am not wearing any knickers and your fingers trace my outer lips, full of juices, my hips rise to your touch as I push myself against your hand and my breathing becomes even more uneven. I let out a gasp from my lips. Your fingers go deeper and start to circle my clit and I am feeling so much pleasure I fear I might burst. At the same time my hand continues to rub you up and down, moving faster and more firmly, my other hand massaging your balls gently squeezing them as they get hotter, we kiss as we send each other into a frenzy, you whisper you are about to come and I lean my head down and wrap my lips around the tip of your manhood and blow it before fully taking you in my mouth and creating a firm suction around the head, my tongue circling the underside of your shaft where it meets the head and my hands continuing to rub, you begin to lose yourself and I suck harder, I can feel myself about to come also as your fingers of one hand somehow continue to work my clit, my juices dripping down your wrist and fingers. Suddenly I feel you jerk and you push your cock further into my mouth as I suck you and take all of your hot liquid into my mouth and swallow. You continue to jerk and twitch and I continue to suck until you have nothing left, at that moment I feel myself also erupt and my body goes into spasms as I cum over your hand. You quickly kiss me to stop me from screaming out and then we hold each other, unable to move, we still want more but the urgency has gone for now. I look into your eyes and they are dancing, we smile and laugh and your hold me closer, all my fears are gone now, we feel so natural, like we were always meant to be together. After a few minutes you help me to dress as we near the hotel. We arrive at the hotel and it is stunning. The outside façade is old and resembles a small chateau from the 16th century; it has colourful flowers everywhere and old rickety wooden shutters painted the same dark green as my car at the windows. I love it immediately. We go inside and I am in love even more, it has a family feel to it, very small and everything looks as if it might break it is so old and fragile. The decor clashes ever so slightly but in a good way. I check myself into the same room as you and a young boy takes my case as we follow him upstairs. The flowers can be smelt everywhere, they mix with the smell of the canal, which is at its freshest this time of year so the air smells clean. You open the door and we go in, I give the boy a tip and he places my case inside and leaves, closing the door behind him. The room is beautiful, small in size but perfectly made out with a large bed to the left of the room, clean stark white cotton sheets show themselves under the pale pink and white bedspread that has been folded back, inviting you in. There are large pillows in white cotton pillowcases at the head of the bed. Pink rose petals have been scattered over the pillows and bedspread, leading a trail to the floor. There are two old but comfortable looking arm chairs either side of the floor to ceiling window, they have been recovered in a pale pink check. There is a small wooden table painted white in-between the chairs and long open white muslin material flowing at the window, blowing in the breeze. There is a large collection of candles on the table at the side of the bed, mixed in both colour and size; some scented with roses others plain. Off to the right is the bathroom. It is all white, pristinely clean with Michelangelo's 'La Creazione' painted directly onto the wall above the bath, covering the whole wall. It looks amazing. There is a shower off to the right of the bathroom, toilet and b-day and a small sink. There are flowers and candles everywhere here too; their scent filling our senses and someone has also sprinkled pink rose petals in the over sized bath again leading out onto the floor. I look over to you and smile. You have just been stood watching me take it all in smiling, pleased that I like it so much. I go over to the window and walk around the small table to see that there is small balcony, not really stable enough to spend much time on but I love it. I lean out, allowing the warm breeze to wash over me, feeling like Juliet or some other fated character in a Shakespearean play. The view of the canal is beautiful, there is not much overlooking us though and we can only be seen by the occasional tourist on a gondola. You come up behind me as we stand at the window and kiss my bare shoulder, your lips moving slowly up my neck. I smile and move my head to the right to allow you better access. Your arms come around my waist and you hold me tightly against you. I reach around and my hands caress your bum and the backs of your legs. Your hands move over my breasts feeling the corset and my nipples harden at your touch. Your breath still on my neck, making me become moist once again. I can feel you behind me as you start to harden and become aroused. One of your hands moves behind me and undoes the zip of my dress one last time. You gently push the thin straps over my smooth shoulders and the dress drops to the floor as if by command. I have on just the cream silk corset and my shoes, delicate, strappy heels. You move down behind me and both of your hands grab my bum cheeks, caressing and kneading them, your tongue moving from my lower spine to the crack of my anus, following it down as your hands continue to massage my arse. I let out a gasp and my breathing once again becomes difficult. I can feel myself getting wetter as you slide your expert fingers into me, rubbing in small circular motions. You turn me around and kiss the top of my breasts, one hand still inside me. With your other hand you start to pull the lace of my corset, it loosens and as you pull the last silky lace, it also falls to the floor. I reach down to your groin area and press against your hardness with my hand; you breathe deeply as I reach up and unbutton your shirt. You pull your fingers out of me so that the shirt can fall to the ground. We kiss, our hands moving all over each other, exploring each other as if it were the first time we have touched. I undo your trousers and pull down the zip, I push your trousers to the floor and you step out of them, you lean in and take one of my breasts into your hand guiding the nipple to your mouth. You make me take an intake of air as I gasp, we continue to kiss and your hand moves back to slide into my wetness, which is now starting to drip onto my thighs. My hand rubs your manhood, which is now so hard I can feel the veins pulsating and feel some pre-cum on its tip. You slide your mouth down my body, leaving small butterfly kissed as you go from my breasts and down my stomach until your head is burrowed in my groin. I let out a gasp again as I feel your tongue flick and trace my outer lips, your fingers continue to explore further into me with one hand while the other continues to circle the entrance to my anus and the crack of my bum, sliding my wetness all over me. Your tongue licks my lips and slides into my inner lips and flicks over the tip of my clit. A small scream of pleasure escapes from me and you flick your tongue across my clit again. Your fingers continue to work circular motions rubbing my walls, my muscles squeezing them, barely giving any release. Your tongue continues to work my clit, which is now swollen and hard pulsating into your mouth, your fingers continue to move inside of me and I find my own hands moving from the grip on the edge of the table and instead caressing my breasts and stomach, moving more and more frantically over my body as your tongue works faster and harder, pushing and flicking, my head shoots back and I almost grind myself into your mouth. I scream your name and my whole body erupts in flames, jerking me forward, shudders over every inch of my body. You half catch me as my legs fail me and I start to slide towards the floor. The Masked Ball You hold me and pull me up and your mouth starts to work its way back up my body, barely giving me time to breathe and gather myself, you turn me around and your tongue moves from the crack of my bum up my spine, slowly to my shoulders, licking along the length of them, depositing more butterfly kisses, moving up my neck, your breath barely a whisper on the morning breeze, your scent still distinct and masculine, mixed with the smell of sex. You continue to tease me in this way until you feel my passion and arousal grow once more and you know that I am ready to cum again. You guide me then towards the bed but instead of getting on it turn me around and come behind me. You bend me over and I place my hands on the bed to steady myself, my nipples are barely touching the cotton sheets, you place one hand on my back and the other around my waist and guide your hardness into me. I push back to take more of you and you oblige, pushing until you are so deep you cannot go any further, I feel your hot balls on me, my juices running down your shaft. You move your hands to my hips and pull yourself out slowly, then push back in, moving my hips into rhythm with yours. I mould myself around you and you feel the tightness making it harder for you to stay in control. My muscles grab you and pull you in further, letting go for brief moments and then pulling you back in again. Your pace starts to quicken and you thrust your hardness into me deeply, feeling more and more a part of me with each stroke. I cry out your name and you know from the shudders of my body that I am close to coming again already. You also begin to moan and you are breathing hard. I start to scream as my body orgasms and my muscles clench your hardness in spasms, my juices now running onto your balls. You scream now also thrusting yourself hard and fast into me over and over again, you come and as you do my muscles grab you and suck your juices into me, I can feel your hot liquid squirting deep inside of me, your legs go weak and when I finally release you we half fall onto the floor in each arms and kiss. We lie there for sometime just holding each other, caressing each others silky skin before we are strong enough to get up and move to the bathroom. I lead you into the bathroom and I run the water in the large double sized oval tub, leaving the rose petals in there I pour more rose water into the bath causing light bubbles. The smell is amazing without being overpowering. I place all of the products around one edge of the bath and light all of the candles. They are not really needed in the midday sun but add to the ambiance and seem in harmony with the mood. I take a clip and place my hair in a messy bun high on top of my head. Some hairs have fallen loose but I do not mind. I go over to where you stand watching me and kiss you full on the mouth, you kiss me back and just enjoy being there in that moment. I move behind you and start to place butterfly kisses all over your neck and shoulders, my lips barely touching, my breath no more than a warm breeze on your skin. My hands reach around and gently caress your stomach and chest as I do this, my lips eventually finding their way to your ears, blowing a gentle breeze in each one before licking the edges with my tongue. You lean into me enjoying the gentle pleasure, all remaining tension starting to ease from your body and mind. When the bath is full I guide you toward it and you step in, the warm water caressing your skin, making it feel silky and soft almost immediately, tiredness overcomes you and you close your eyes, the scent of roses filling your senses. You feel me climb in behind you; I gently lower myself down into the water, my legs wrapping themselves around your waist, coming to rest on your thighs. I whisper for you to relax and not speak. You can feel my breasts at your back, full and soft. You relax your arms and let you your hands fall onto my calves. I reach for the jug from the side and fill it with the warm scented water. I gently pour this over your head, ensuring it does not go into your closed eyes. It feels good to you, the warm water falling down your neck and back. I reach down again and take the shampoo and with a small amount in my palms warm it up and then gently begin to wash your hair. My fingers massage every inch of your scalp, firmly but gently, moving in such small circles that it appears to the eye as if my hands are not moving at all. You moan a little with the pleasure and your head pushes back slightly into my hands. My fingers start at the front of your head gradually moving their way back over your crown, around the sides and eventually down to the nape of your neck. I move your head forward, so gently you are unaware I am doing it and I begin to massage your neck and ears in this same way. I move down to your shoulders, using a little more pressure now and slightly bigger movements, slowly still though, each hand moving away from your neck down you shoulder blades and then back up to begin moving down each arm. When I reach your elbow I pull my hands along your skin back up to you neck and then push the down your arms again. I pull back up and move my fingers in this way up your neck and back over your head, pushing your hair up before pulling my fingers back down over your head. I then use the jug again to rinse your hair of the shampoo and gently run my fingers through your scalp again, using the motion to gently move your head back settling it against my soft breasts. Your eyes stay closed but I know that you are not asleep, just relaxing and enjoying the moment. I reach my hands down and taking the sponge and wet it in the water before applying some of the oil. I gently start to rub the sponge all over your chest and arms and just about reaching your manhood, which is relaxed but starting to get firm as I gently wash it with my sponge. You let out a soft moan again and a wicked grin appears on your lips. I cannot resist leaning down to kiss you. I continue to wash you and use the jug to pour the warm water over you to rinse your skin. I wash myself too, lifting my legs high to reach. I then pour more oil into my hands and turn my attention back to your manhood, which is now standing firm and tall out of the water. I use my hands to massage your shaft, running my finger nails along the underside with one hand while my other hand goes into the water to gently squeeze your balls. My fingers dance lightly around the head and tip, dripping water from the sponge over the eye of your hardness. You start to wriggle a little and your moaning becomes more frequent as your breathing becomes labored. I take your hardness fully into my hands now and begin to squeeze and rub up and down, my movements getting faster as your breathing increases, my hold becomes firmer and I form a tightness around you and I rub you up and down, you are so hard now, I am tempted to climb around and get on top of you, but I resist, enjoying instead the pleasure you are getting from this and the way your whole body is relaxing and loosing itself in the moment. You scream out now and I have to use one hand to wrap around your waist to stop you from going under the water as your body jerks, my hand moves faster and grips harder until I see and feel you come, your hot liquid shooting out over us. Your cock still twitching in my hand as your body starts to relax once more. I use the sponge and oil to clean us again and sooth your head with one hand while still holding you with the other arm around your waist. I lean back and we lay like this for some time until the water starts to cool. I then lean you forwards, and step out of the bath. I lean in and take your hands and guide you too. We are sleepy. We tired but satisfied and content. I dry you off with a soft towel before drying myself and then lead you back to the bedroom, we fall into the bed amongst the rose petals and I rest my head on your chest as you wrap your arms around me. We have no need for words and both fall asleep quickly into a delicious dream....to be continued... The Masked Ball The masked ball wasn't his kind of thing, but he had been talked into going by some friends of his, after weeks of cajoling, he had given in. The costume he had hired from a local shop made him look like an extra from some Jane Austen novel, long boots, tight britches and filly shirt with oversized cuffs. Looking at himself in the mirror, he put on the mask and thought to himself what a dick he looked! But hey ho, it might push some fair maiden's buttons! The taxi pulled up at the hotel entrance and after paying off the driver, he climbed the steps to the imposing building. As he entered the lobby, he was glad to see plenty of other people dressed in a similar fashion to him milling around and heading towards the function room. It was all very well done, the room had been decked out as it should be for the period, with a group of musicians at one end playing the kind of music he assumed was fitting. There seemed to be broadly an equal numbers of men & woman in the room, with a smattering of suitably dressed male & female servants mingling amongst the guests, distributing drinks & nibbles. The one thing that caught his eye about the female costumes was the abundance of bosoms on show. Looks like our ancestors had got one thing right about the dress code, he thought! Out of the corner of his eye he spotted someone waving at him and after a few seconds he recognised his friends, the masks were effective in disguising your features. The main part of the evening was spent mingling with them and some acquaintances of theirs, a few dances, which he wasn't too keen on, a few drinks and the occasional visit to the buffet table. After a couple of hours he was feeling a bit hot and decided to pop outside to the veranda for some fresh air. He closed the French doors behind him, sucking in a deep breath of cool air, before exhaling slowly. 'It was getting a bit warm in there wasn't it?' a female voice remarked. He turned to his right and could just make out the shape of someone leaning against a wall smoking a cigarette, a few feet away. He walked towards the figure and responded, 'Sure was, don't think these outfits help!' She laughed, 'Your right can't wait to get out of mine!' As he got closer, he saw she was wearing a black evening dress with a scooped neckline, which showed off her magnificent bosom, a man could die happy in there he pondered. Long black silk gloves covered most of her arms and as his gaze dropped lower he could just make out her feet, she was wearing strappy sandals. She saw that he had noticed her chest and she smiled to herself and thought she might tease him. 'See anything you like?' What the hell he thought nothing wrong with a flirt. 'For sure, what red blooded man wouldn't notice your considerable assets!' They both giggled, 'Kelly' she quipped. 'Chris' he responded. They chatted, finding out a little of each other. Both there after persuasion of friends, both single, he divorced, she separated. She in her forties; he early fifties, they hit it off really well and the eye contact was great, she was definitely into this scenario. After 15 minutes or so of chatting & flirting, she said she had better get back to her friends and they made their way back through the French doors into the main room. They shared one dance together, before going their separate ways. He caught glimpses of her over the next hour or so, chatting with people, dancing, it seemed she was really getting into the whole affair. He checked his watch it was approaching 10pm and he was becoming bored with the evening and began to consider making an exit. Just then he spotted Kelly standing near the French doors again, she was obviously going for a cigarette break he thought, then he realised she was beckoning him, curling her finger at him, inviting him outside, he was curious as to what she wanted. He made his way across to her and as he got nearer, he could make out the curve of her hips under the dress, her blonde hair pinned up so he could see nape of her neck, the ribbons criss crossing over her back on her dress. He stood next to her and was about to speak when she put a finger to his lips and said 'Follow me!' slightly taken aback, he nodded his agreement and followed her through the French doors. She headed across the veranda, out onto the lawn and into the darkness. She was a few paces ahead of him and as they got further away from the hotel, out of the darkness loomed a domed marble structure. He saw her climb the steps, before momentarily disappearing from his sight, he looked back to check they'd not been followed by anyone, before climbing the steps himself. Kelly was seated on a marble bench in a small alcove..... He moved towards her, she looked up and smiled at him. 'What's going on?' he asked. 'Chris, just go with it, I promise you won't regret it!' 'Ok' he replied. Kelly swung her feet off the bench and onto the floor, holding out one gloved hand to beckon him closer. He walked towards her, his eyes raked over her body, looking her up and down now that she was closer, her blonde hair pinned up off her neck, her large firm breasts encased in the restricting black dress that curved in to her waist and back out over her hips. The layers of fabric making up the skirt had risen up and revealed her feet with dark red painted toenails, covered by sandals He could only see her lips clearly, they were glossy and full ......the rest of her face was hidden by the ornate mask, he stared into her blue eyes as she met his gaze and he sensed her excitement. Once he was in front of her she slid her hands up his legs to the front of his britches before unbuttoning them, smiling again as she realised he wore no underwear, then sliding one hand inside to caress his cock. Chris was already aroused but the unusual sensation of a hand covered in a silk glove closing around him was so good that he immediately grew harder. Kelly remained seated in front of him, she freed his hard cock from his britches and ran a gloved finger from his balls to the tip before cupping his balls in her hand and squeezing...then she leant forward and ran her tongue along his shaft before closing her mouth over his cock and sliding it down him in one long movement. He breathed in sharply, her hands were squeezing his balls, her tongue rubbed along his length and he could feel the head of his cock sliding towards the back of her throat. Her full lips were closed tightly around him and he could feel his whole cock being engulfed by her mouth. She held him there, sucking, biting lightly and squeezing him....he looked down at her......and watched as this masked woman sucked his cock passionately. It had been a few months since Chris had been with a woman & the urge to bury himself deep into Kelly's hot, wet pussy was overwhelming and he grabbed her arms, pulling her to him to kiss her. He forced his tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply.........then he pushed her back against the wall of the small alcove, hearing her gasp with surprise at his quick movement. He ran his hands up her legs, pulling the soft layers of the dress up roughly over her thighs and using his knee to spread her legs apart. He kissed her hard again, sucking her tongue and nibbling her bottom lip as he held her against the wall with one hand and ran the other up her inner thigh to her pussy. He was surprised but turned on to find that she wore no panties and had a shaved pussy. He ran his fingers over her bare lips, they were already wet and he slid one between them to stroke her clit. Kelly moaned at that and he kissed her again to muffle the noise. She pushed her hips back against him and he slid his finger lower, resting it against the entrance to her pussy. Chris could smell her arousal, this woman was soaking wet, as horny as hell and so ready to be fucked. He plunged a finger into her pussy, as deep and hard as he could, testing to see how easily his cock would slide into her......she was tight, her pussy gripped at his finger but he added a second to stretch her and moved them in and out, enjoying her obvious pleasure. He removed his fingers, licking her juice off them as she watched him, then he turned her around to face the wall. She pushed her hips out back toward him, almost presenting her bare ass to him. He spread her legs apart with his knee and pressed against her so he could rub his hard cock along her pussy, parting her lips with it then moving back to rest the head of his cock at her entrance. He held his cock and guided it into her, just a little way.......then he pushed her arms up above her head against the wall and placed his hands over hers, holding them flat. Kelly was pinned against the cool marble wall with nothing to do but allow him to control her as he held her in place. Once he was ready, Chris pushed a little more into her, feeling the head of his cock stretch her and slide into her wet pussy....then he thrust forward in one hard movement, filling her and burying his whole cock inside her, till their bodies met and his skin smacked against her rounded bare ass. Kelly moaned long and loud when he surged into her, this is what she wanted, to be taken by her man, to submit to his desire. Chris ground his hips against her, moving his cock slightly inside her to rub her g-spot. He moved her hands together above her head, holding them with just one of his, then moved the other one down to stroke her clit. He pressed his finger between the lips of her wet sex and rubbed over her hard clit firmly then began to pump in and out of her body, fucking her deep, hard and fast. As he fucked her hot, soaking wet pussy and rubbed her clit he bent down to suck and bite her shoulder.......he closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of her pussy gripping his rock hard cock. Kelly was moaning constantly and he felt her clamp down on him as she began to orgasm. He felt his cock swell and next his hot cum was racing from his balls, through his cock and into her hot, wet pussy. Chris leaned against the Kelly's back, placing his hands on the wall so he didn't crush her against it. His breathing was fast and deep, he could feel his heart racing and his cock beginning to soften and slide out of her. He stepped back and buttoned himself up, then turned her around..........he couldn't see much of Kelly's face as her mask was still in place but he could see her lips were swollen and she was breathing heavily. He knelt down in front of her, raising her left leg over his shoulder.....he leant forward and began to run his tongue along her pussy, licking their combined cum from her as it trickled out of her pussy. Chris continued with slow soft strokes until she grabbed his hair and held him in place, shaking as she came one more time, a short and noisy orgasm onto his tongue. He gently placed her foot back on the floor, pulled her dress back down over hips and legs. They kissed passionately, their tongues duelling, she could taste their juices. This was just the beginning of the night she thought.... wait till she got him back to her room!