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"3 Mar
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……You leave the bathroom and walk into the bedroom , the essence of strawberry bubbles still tickling your skin. The preparation begins , body butter smoothed all over your porcelain skin , freshly manicured nails painted vermillion red . Now seated in front of the dressing table you apply your make up and finally the iridescent red lipstick , as it is a Masquerade Ball . Your attention turns to the black lace corset, you step into it and pull it up over your curvaceous hips until firmly in place , a gentle pull on the ribbons to tighten the intricate garment. Next, matching french knickers accentuate your hour glass figure , before the sheer black seamed stockings are fastened in place .An elegant vision of beauty
walks across the plush cream carpet to the awaiting black cocktail dress. The outfit all but complete , the scent of roses applied , your 'evening' choice from Penhaligons. A glance at the time sees 5 minutes until the car is due to arrive, You decide to wear a simple but stunning platinum chain , with a single chopard diamond , draped effortlessly around your neck. The refined stylish heels to match are taken in hand as you descend the stairs , one final look into the mirror , shoes on and the finishing touch , a gold and black mask with a distinctive black feather. A cashmere black cape to stave off the cold winter night air covers your bare shoulders as you close the front door .Leaving the house for your awaiting carriage , for what you hope will be an entertaining evening, even if it was work.
The assignments of covering social events was one of the better perks of writing for the local newspaper , as the saying goes someone has to do it .Ever since you saw your marriage turn stale and a faded memory of the good times that had passed , you enjoyed the opportunity to drink , dance and enjoy the attention you still craved.
There is a full moon shining in the midnight black sky as you glance out the smoked window of the limousine . The chauffeur occasionally looking n the rear view mirror at the masked vision of elegance in the leather seat .You had chosen that black shimmering beaded dress that showed off your voluptuous form and flawless skin , it only hinted at the gracious delights that lay beneath. The limousine comes to a halt outside the entrance of Arbury Hall, as the crowds of black ties and cocktail dresses climb the steps to the grand facade and awaiting ball .The car door is pulled open, one last peek to check your mask is in place , you slink out ,the dress with shoestring straps and side split reveals a glimpse of your slender legs and heels as you are aided by the chauffeur. The entrance beckons as you mount the steps and take in the surrounding grandeur, the imposing stone pillars of the porch. The lobby opens to the grand hall a vision of marble opulence, bustling feverishly as the orchestra plays , the large round tables surrounding the dance floor. A glass of champagne is taken from the passing waiter as you move towards the fringes taking in the spectacle of the masked ball. Peering over the glass as you sip, your favourite pass time , the observation of human behaviour , the questions you ask about the primal need of humans to interact, impress and seek attention. Watching the baboon like gents guffaw and brag and gloat as the trophy wives show boredom, even through their masked faces. The pea-cocked males walking around , vulture like seeking their pray , a queue of quotes ready to 'Woo' their intended victims.
The night wears on as you rebuff the attention of the cocky young throng , your wit befuddling them with their lack of intellect. The champagne has started to have the desired effect , the alcohol coursing though your veins turns your thoughts to carnal desires. You can feel his eyes on the back of your neck , the gentleman, tall , broad with salt and pepper hair. The tanned features with a hint of laughter lines ,the piercing blue eyes shine through his flimsy mask .His eyes like opals in a rock follow you around the room .Walking through the crowds occasionally glancing over your shoulder you coyly tease, enchanting him like the sirens of greek mythology.
As time passes you become distracted watching the merry dance of courtship taking place all around the grand hall , in secluded corners , the opulent staircase, until you realise you are no longer under the watchful gaze of your admirer . Now moving a little swifter you survey the hall the dance floor , aiming for a glimpse .Walking with a purpose , you push through the melee when it happens.
You stumble gently into the tuxedoed gentlemen, your apologies expressing your clumsiness as your clutch bag falls to the marble floor. Slowly as your regain your composure , retrieving your dropped items from the floor , smoothing down your dress , your heart skips a beat as you recognise , the mask , the eyes , the lightly tanned face as he offers his hand to help you .
A slight grin appears from the corner of his lips , as you take in his Paul Newman looks at close quarters. , the tenor voice breaks the ice , "there are easier ways to get my attention ". An overwhelming flush takes hold of your body , you feel your cheeks redden and look down. Feeling his hand on yours , he leads you to the edge of the hall.
On the outskirts of the throng , by the baroque window , he introduces himself , "Samuel, glad to have bumped into you" as his smile widens. A wave of coyness flushes over you , "Charlotte, the bumbling" a little nervous giggle escapes as you take in his enigmatic smile, the pleasantries and small talk is brief as he leans in to be heard over the orchestral waltz your pulse quickens , " May we dance" he asks. Leading you to the dance floor he turns you to face him , your gaze though the mask searching for the soul in his eyes . His strong hand clasps you tight at the waist as the dance begins . The closeness of his body against yours , as you swirl around the marble floor causes the tingle of butterflies in the pit of your stomach. The rhythm of the music and the movement of the dance takes hold of you , a heady mix of intoxication and lust , his body pressed close stirs the passion simmering deep inside. The dance ends and you leave the dance floor following his lead as you head towards the bar. He orders a single malt and you make your excuses to freshen up. You walk along the corridor into bathroom and pause to reflect on the feelings taking hold of your body , the damp moistness between your legs , the arousal showing in your painted lips . you powder you nose , touch up your lipstick , compose yourself and exit.
You only take a few steps back down the corridor when you feel the arm pull you into the small cloakroom, immediately you recognise Samuel. He clasps your head between his hands and kisses you deeply, your lips pressed against his as you return his kiss , his tongue explores your mouth ,feverish tongues becoming entwined as he now pulls you closer. Pausing briefly , he locks the door and searches until he spies what he is seeking, pulling the fur coat from the rack he lays it down on the floor. Taking you by the hand you both kneel down facing each other, he removes his jacket , you remove your heels. Embracing you , kissing you , he releases the eye and hook of the dress and pulls the zip down, releasing the dress from its body clinging grip . Samuel pulls it overhead , releasing a small intake of breath as he takes in the exquisite beauty in front of him. kissing each other ,you unbutton his crisp white shirt , his hand forces its way down , his fingers finding the moistness between your legs, a few gentle brushes across your aroused lips send the first waves rippling through your being. Your lips parted as he pushes his finger deep inside, his palm pressed close to your mound , you push your hips to meet each circling of his hand. lowering you down , kissing your neck , he continues down , to kiss your breasts, corset ribbon unleashed he frees your ample bosom , swirling his tongue around the ever hardening nipples . The ripening bud between your legs , sending shivers of warmth through your loins he pulls the flimsy lace aside from your wet lips and without warning plunges his tongue deep , curling it round and round , up and down , you take charge pushing his head into you opened thighs , a whimper escapes as the steady strokes oscillate, your nectar seeping from your lips.
You push him up onto his knees , cummerbund removed , you deftly release his hardness , throbbing uncontrollably within your slender fingers , you pause looking at him .He shakes as your tongue grazes the underside of his shaft , alternating between kissing and licking you moisten the taught firmness within your clasp. Stroking , you feel the twitching muscles within him, the involuntary throb . The lust races through his veins , he pushes you back into the fur coat , holding your arms above your head , he teases the tip at the entrance ,gently stroking the head over your enflamed ripeness , tormenting your longing to feel him within you . He can restrain himself no longer , driven deep to the hilt he pushes inside , his thrusts slow at first , you push against him , he grinds to meet your eagerness as you force your mound against him , undulating waves surge through you, hands released they find his taught back , fingers digging in urging on the quickening pace . The passion rises up as he fucks you harder , faster , deeper , kissing you firmly , you feel the urgency within him ,you begin to come , he can hold back no more , releasing himself within you.
Hearts still racing he cradles you close as his hardness subsides , exchanging subtle kisses as you recover side by side encapsulated by the accommodating fur coat. Dressing together you continue to touch and
kiss. Once composed , Samuel leads you back into the heaving masses of the grand hall. A nightcap shared while goodbyes and promises are uttered, until floating on air you exit the ball , your mask and identity still intact.
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