The masquerade ball was going magnificently and the guests couldn't stop dancing. I stood outside, on the balcony, overlooking a few guests that had meandered out for a stroll. The sky was perfectly clear, the moon full and bright as the stars twinkled above me. I was wearing a dark red satin corset with a floor-length skirt black skirt and black heels. Having been standing for several hours now, my feet were killing me and I felt as though I was ready to retire to my room in the hotel.
I scanned the crowd of guests inside, everyone still wearing their masks, their identities remaining tucked safely away. I was struggling internally, aching for a certain someone to be there but relieved that he wasn't. Perhaps I could sneak out, make it to my room without anyone noticing that I was gone. We set everything up but I didn't need to be there to take it down until tomorrow.
Stepping inside, I began to weave through the bodies coupled together on the dance floor. I managed to stifle a yawn, the champagne quickly putting me to sleep. Halfway through the room, I was stopped by a very tall gentleman in a black tux wearing a top hat and a black mask around his eyes. I had no idea who he was but he was wanting a dance so I obliged. We waltzed around the room while I silently prayed for the song to be over quickly, my feet aching terribly.
The song changed and the man seemed as if he was unwilling to release me. I looked around the room, my own mask shifting and causing some difficulty in seeing anyone I could call to for a rescue. I was about to push away, already muttering something about being very tired when I felt a hand wrap around my waist from behind. The person spun me around and I heard his voice telling the man I was just dancing with to leave, it was time for him to move on.
Christopher pulled me to him tightly, his hand firm around my back as he held the other and Moonlight Sonata began playing. We moved with the music, dancing through the room as if we were the only two there. I breathed in deeply, holding him tightly, afraid that if the music stopped then he would be gone, that it would be some fantasy and I was dancing with someone else.
I couldn't have been more wrong. The song ended and Christopher placed his hand under my chin, tilting my head up so I could meet his lips with mine. I melted into him, our tongues dancing to a different song now.
We pulled away and I felt lightheaded, asking if we could step outside for air. He grabbed two flutes off of a waiter's tray and followed me back onto the balcony. The skirt was too large for me to sit so I began moving to the railing only to find Christopher leaning against it, pulling me back so I was leaning against him. I could barely feel his cock pressing against my ass and I fought every urge to begin grinding against him.
"How have you been?" He asked, his warm breath tickling the exposed skin on my neck and shoulders.
"Good, I've been good. As usual, I am sorry for all of the messages." I hung my head in shame, staring at the marble floor and wishing it was a pool I could sink into.
"I've been busy."
"Yes, I know. I'm sorry." I was almost whispering now, scolding myself for always acting like a psychotic woman with him. He didn't deserve that.
"Stop apologizing. If I wanted an apology then I would say that.
"Yes Sir, I'm sorry."
He couldn't help but laugh, his right hand that was resting on my hip had begun to move across my chest and rest on my left shoulder. I began to tremble. There were people all around us but I felt like it was only the two of us. I slid my hand behind me, lowering it to his throbbing cock. I cursed the huge fucking skirt I was wearing, wishing it was something shorter so I could just lift it and have him take me right here. I was breathless.
"What's wrong?" He asked, squeezing me even tighter.
"I want you."
"I know. What do you want?"
"I want to feel your cock."
"Where do you want to feel it?"
By now, his hand has left my shoulder and is cupping my left breast, kneading it in his fingers. I am moaning softly, my head back and resting against his chest.
"I want your cock in my mouth, I want to suck your cock, Sir."
"And if I told you to do it right here, right now?"
"Then I would fall to my knees and lavish your cock with my wet mouth."
"Good girl."
I groaned, my pussy clenching for a cock that isn't there. He slid his hand under my corset, his fingers now squeezing my hard nipples. I was dying to leave, my breath coming out in ragged gasps as he continued torturing my nipple.
"Please Christopher, please take me to my room." I begged, my hand working up and down his stiff cock.
