The business conference I was attending was winding down after three days of intense seminars and group meetings. Most of the companies in the Healthcare Industry were represented at the conference. The conference coordinator had scheduled a party for tonight and most everyone was looking forward to blowing off some steam as the conference winds down.
The party that was scheduled for tonight was a costume party. The conference had arranged for a costume company to provide costumes to us. Yesterday, I reserved my costume. I had selected a Zorro costume, consisting of a black hat and eye mask, black silk shirt, black leather pants and black cowboy boots. Completing the outfit was an actual sword. Once I put on the outfit I would be anonymous because of the eye mask.
By the time I arrived at the party it was already in full swing. There must have been a 1,000 people in full costume attending the party. The ballroom was decorated and the lighting dimmed as groups were scattered in and around the dance floor or the bars located in various parts of the ballroom. Off to the left was a short passageway leading to a balcony. The balcony was secluded and overlooked a formal garden with ponds, trees and beautiful flowers. The moon was full a cast a dim but distinct shadow.
I was impressed with everyone's costumes, especially the girls. I saw everything from the girls dressed as nurses, airline stewardesses, cheerleaders and even a dominatrix or two. I was hoping to meet and maybe even bed a woman tonight, as it had been such a long time since my last sexual encounter. You could say I was in a dry spell. Hopefully, my luck would change tonight, as it appeared that there were more women attending the party then men. Besides that some of the men weren't even in costume and who would the girls rather fuck, Zorro or some average Joe from Anywhere, USA.
As I moved through the crowd I noticed a beautiful redhead with her back to me. As she turned around I nearly fell over with surprise. It was Susie, a family friend from my neighborhood back home. She was wearing a Mexican senorita costume. The skirt was full and brightly colored, the white blouse was off her shoulders and the front of the blouse cut low, accentuating her full breasts. Her shoulders were freckled and her skin creamy white. She reminded me of a fresh young college girl. Susie is a stunning 34-year-old woman with a flat tummy, a tight ass and perky 34C breasts. In Susie's hair was a single red rose tucked into her styled hair. Her beauty captivated me.
As our eyes locked, I moved towards her. I was hoping by lowing my voice she would not be able to recognize me. Without breaking our gaze, I smiled and introduced myself as Zorro and asked her if she needed to be rescued. She replied that she didn't before I approached her, but she might need to be rescued now. Laughingly, I asked her if I could buy her a drink. After a couple of shots of tequila and some funny stories were shared about the conference, I reached for her hand and took her to the dance floor.
The band was jamming and the way Susie moved on the dance floor was driving me crazy. With her hips swaying and her bosom looking like they could fall out of her blouse at any second, I was longing to take her in my arms and feel her next to me. I was certain she did not recognize me. We stayed on the dance floor as the band began a slow song. Reaching for her, I took her in my arms and we began to move slowly to the beat of the music. Holding her, I felt her breath on my neck, her arms around my waist, her breasts pressed against my chest and her lower tummy lightly pressing against my groin. That's all it took, I felt the blood rush to my cock, strengthen it and causing it to grow into a rock hard erection. My hand slipping from her back, sliding lower over her hip and gently but firmly pulling her teardrop shaped bottom into my erection. She responded with a gasp and a tremor and pressed her pubic bone into me. Holding her tightly, we held onto each other. It was obvious to me that she could feel my hard on. I could feel the heat radiating from her body.
As we continued the slow sensual dance, I moved her effortlessly towards the balcony. I was desperate to kiss her, to taste her lips. Leaving the dance floor, she looked up at me and asked me where we were going. Without replying, I took her hand in mine, leading her to a darkened corner of the balcony. As we stopped, I felt her tense up. Turning toward her, our eyes locking, I took her in my arms and I lowered my lips to her lips and kissed her. Her hands were on my chest, not allowing me to feel her as our kiss became more passionate. As my arousal grew, my kisses growing more urgent, she gently tried to push me away. Breaking our kiss, she breathed that we couldn't do this; she didn't even know who I was. I told her of course she knows who I am. I am a man who wants you and you are a woman who wants me.
Susie tried to move away, but I grabbed her hands, raised them above her head, and kissed her with all the passion of a thousand lovers. Skillfully I backed her against the wall, my hand holding both of her hands above her head. Kissing her with a burning fever, I could feel the heat rising within her. With a sigh, I felt her surrender to my desire. Slipping the black silk sash from my waist, I fed one end of the sash through a lighting fixture on the stonewall of the darken balcony. Placing her hands together, I tied them securely to the fixture. Her eyes widened in surprise as she realized what was happening. She struggled to break free, her breasts rose and fell with her struggle and her breathing came in short little gasps. Perspiration beaded up in her cleavage as her neck became flushed with desire. She pleaded with me to let her go, but her eyes were on fire with lust. Moving my right hand to the back of her head, I wrapped my hand into her hair and pulled her to me, kissing her again. Again she tried to break free but the sash held her upraised arms firmly in place. Confusion and lust filled her eyes.
Enflamed with lustful cravings, I took one step backwards and placed both hands on the front of her blouse. With one quick pull, I ripped the front of her blouse open, tearing it open to her navel. Her breasts strained to be freed from the demi-cup red bra she wore. She tried to cry out, but I smothered her cry with a kiss full of hunger, a hunger that only she could satisfy. Reaching up I placed both of my hands on her breasts and massaged them through her bra. Her nipples pressed into the palms of my hands. I became more aroused as she struggled against me. Was she struggling or trying to excite me beyond the point of control?
Again I stepped back and reached into my pocket, pulling out a small camera. I took several pictures of her straining against the sash, her blouse torn open to her navel, her pink nipples, hard as cherrystones, clearly visible through the shear material of her red bra. I told her that I was doing to take her and that if she screamed and we were discovered, I would have these pictures developed and I would send them to her husband and neighbors. Tears welled up in her eyes as I removed my sword from its scabbard. Placing the tip of the shinny silver sword underneath the waistband of her skirt, I cut the material causing her skirt to fall off of her hips, falling in wraps around her ankles. My eyes traveled from her breasts, down past her flat tummy to her shear red panties covering her pussy. Clearly visible to me was her red bush and a dark wet spot on her panties where her legs joined together. Encouraged by this discovery, I smiled at her as she lowered her tear stained eyes, embarrassed that her desire was so openly displayed to me.
