Archive-name: Dreams/masked.man
Archive-author: Pipedream and Red Rose
Archive-title: Masked Man, The


(Contents - consentual sex between a woman and man, written in the
"romantic style", time being 1700's, maybe in France...Written about a
man both of us knew, and lusted after. Unfortunately, neither one of
us got him, but we did throughly enjoy his company and dancing at a
masquerade party we attended... ;)          )



The masquerade was wonderful.  I had been invited because I knew the daughter
of the lord hosting the party, so I didn't know many people there.  The castle
was decorated grandly, and people were dancing in their beauitful and elaborate
costumes.  From my vantage point at the top of the curving staircase, I could 
see the throngs of dancers, moving faster and faster as the music was reaching
its crescendo, the people having a little trouble keeping to the beat because
of the champagne they had drank as soon as they arrived. The lord served the
most excellant champagne... It was a rare party in which none overimbibed to
the embarassment of their friends. The heavy skirts of the women swirled
up as they were turned quicker and quicker by their partners, and their
meticulously finished hair that their attendants had spent hours on was slowly
coming down in wisps, sticking slightly to their moist foreheads. The music was
ending, the dancers were parting, adjusting their costumes, the women fanning
themselves with their silk fans, the men going towards the tables to get more 
champagne. 
  
I started to descend the staircase, careful to not trip over the long skirt
of my dress. I had spent a great deal of time deciding on what style would suit
me best. I had finally decided on having a lace front bodice, tied tightly
around the bust for emphasis, a long flowing skirt, made of heavy satin, 
with long sleeves. The color was a deep green, to match my eyes, and I
wore a white, feather owl's mask to hide my face.
  
As I reached the bottom of the stairs, the trumpets sounded to announce the
arrival of another guest.  I looked toward the main doors, in curiosity, and
there stood a finely dressed man, with a black, cloth face mask.  I was
intrigued.  
  
He circulated through the crowd, simply nodding to the men and bowing to
the ladies; never saying a word. People were begining to whisper to one another
as he passed, wondering at his identity.  I stared straight at him, trying to
get a hint of who he was.  He had a great body, all wrapped up in a sexy
tuxedo, with a gorgeous vest that flattered his broad chest.  He looked my
way, and must have seen the lustful look in my eyes, because his eyes lit up
with enjoyment, I couldn't see the rest of his face but I'm sure he had a
fantastic smile.
  
I turned away, embarassed, and walked to the buffet table to get my
first glass of champagne of the evening.  I sipped lightly at the delicious
elixir, and relaxed, allowing the flush to leave my face.
  
I had finally gotten my composure back again when I felt warm breath on the
back of my neck. I gasped and felt the little hairs rise as I whipped around 
in surprise. I smiled, feeling my face flush again, as I looked at the man in 
the black mask. 

"Care to dance, madam?" he asked huskily, as he took my hand lightly, and
brushed his soft lips across it. 

I tried to answer, but I had lost my voice. I cleared my throat, fanning my
hot face with the fan, and replied "I would love to". Then I curtsied low,
raising my skirts slightly with my hands, making sure he got a glimpse of my
legs. He led me forward, and together we twirled out onto the dance floor. 

The music had started and we easily blended in with the rest of the dancers.
I put my hand on his shoulder, and he took my other in his. The skin pressed
against mine was very warm. As I looked into his eyes, the only part of
his face visible behind the black cloth mask, I felt myself getting warmer and
warmer beneath my tightly laced dress. 
  
Now that I was this close to him, I could see the rough hairs of a beard that
before had been concealed under his mask. The steps of the dance came easily to
me, as I pretended I was disinterested in the mysterious guest before me. I
could see looks of jealousy on the faces of other women, because of how
wonderfully he danced and how perfectly he led me around the floor. His hand on
my waist moved tighter as we moved quickly into a turn, pulling me closer. From
the exertion of the dance, I was breathing heavier than usual, and as I was
pulled nearer, I smelled his pleasantly musky scent. For a second, I faltered,
letting my mind wander, but he controlled my movements easily, and we
continued. 

Finally the music stopped, but I barely noticed, until he began leading us
off the dance floor.  

"You look warm, would you like to take a walk outside with me?"  he asked.

I nodded my consent. We walked towards the french glass doors leading outside
to the balcony and steps below that went to the garden. He pushed open the
door, and we stepped out onto the balcony. The air was much cooler, and I
instantly felt refreshed. I smiled, turning to him. 
  
"Ah, its always wonderful to be outside, especially after that stuffy party,
isnt it?" I asked. My secret thoughts ran more towards how wonderful it was to
be all alone with him, away from the prying stares of the other guests. I
reached to behind my head, and untied the mask's ribbons. As he watched, I 
slowly revealed myself, enjoying the breeze on my moist face. 
  
"Indeed. I always loved the lord's garden, especially at night. Have you ever
seen his moon flowers? They will be quite a sight with the full moon. Shall we
go look at them?" he inquired, putting his hand again around my waist. 

"Moon flowers? Sounds very curious...." I said softly, as we went down the
steps, going towards the fountain below. 

The babbling of water coming from the fountian, mixed well with his softly
spoken words, as we walked around the grounds.  But when we saw the portion of
the garden with the flowers he had spoken of, both of us were speechless.  It
was like a sea of living silver colored pettles, streching beneath a beautiful
moon.

He reached down and plucked one of the flowers, and gingerly put it into my
hair.

"Your beauty is incomparable," he said softly.  I nearly melted, I dropped 
my mask, and all of a sudden was caught up in his arms, and we were kissing 
as though nothing else mattered.

"Let me take you from here and be alone with you, I don't want to share your
company with anyone this night."

"Yes," I almost sighed at him.
 
"My carriage is just over here..."  And still with our arms around one
another, he led me to his horse drawn carriage.

It was a splendid carriage, with six black stallions leading it.  The coachman
put down the step and opened the door for us.  As the carriage jerked forward
with the startled movement of the horses, I was tumbled into his arms again. 
The strength and security I felt there was so comforting, that I decided to
give myself totally to him.  He nuzzled his head into my hair, and breathed in
the scent, making a pleasing sound deep in his throat.  He sighed and drew me
closer to him.

I turned to face him, and brushed my lips lightly against his, moving the
fringes of the mask aside.  His lips were so soft and warm, and we kissed, the
kind of mouth-watering kiss that turns life into a dream.  His full-grown
facial hair tickled and prickled my face, intensifying my passion.

His hands slid over the tight curves of the satin dress, and the skin beneath
was on fire every place he touched.  I slipped my hands beneath his outer coat,
and unbuttoned the vest.  A flashing thought went through my head:  I didn't
know who this man was...  I didn't know his name...  I didn't know if he was
married...  I didn't know where he was taking me...  I was dying to take off
the mask throughly, and see his true identity.  But at the same time the
mystery of the mask and all the elements behind it excited me.  The unknown,
the forbidden, even the mask itself all drove me crazy with desire.

I slipped my arms around his waist, and pressed my breasts close to his
chest.  His stroking hands moved to the buttons on the back of my gown, and
toyed with them. Almost contemplating whether or not to undo them, and teasing 
me with the idea.  
 
The carriage stopped moving, and we parted reluctantly.  He led me out of the
carriage and I beheld his home.  It was a lovely manor house, with a well
landscaped property surrounding it.  I smiled, because I also knew that this
was the home of my friend's music instructor, Kristian.  But I couldn't be sure
this man was he.  I had a fairly good idea though, since I had caught him
staring at me during the music sessions I sat in on.  The feelings expressed in
those looks were mutual, but I never expected either of us to act on them.
 
We entered the main entry way, and I stopped.  Grabbing the back of his mask,
I pulled it over his head.  He turned quickly, and I finally stared completely
at Kristian's face.  His deep, beautiful eyes reflected back surpise mixed with
confusion.  Before he could revert into the instructor again, I threw my arms
around him and kissed him.  Caught up in the passion once again, he picked me
up in his arms and proceeded up the main staircase.

With each step, my eagerness grew. Even without his mask, Kristian was
mesmerisizing. At the top of the staircase, he lifted me closer and kissed me
again, taking away my breath. A few more steps and we were at the doorway to
his bedroom. He carried me over the doorstep like a bridegroom. I couldn't
think of anything less likely than that, and giggled softly. At his quizzical
look, I just grinned. Still looking at me, he absentmindedly leaned backwards
and kicked the door shut. 

The room was lavishly decorated, with a canopy bed and deep wine-colored
covers, a fireplace, and best of all, thick rugs .... that I noticed as
Kristian lay me down on the floor. 
  
"But... the bed..." I protested laughingly. 

"No need for that..." he replied, pouncing on me like a starving animal. I
could tell from the glint in his eyes that he was as amused, and as aroused as
I was. 

He buried his face in my neck, and growled, to my further amusement. Feeling
his lips then on my neck, I groaned. Suddenly the situation no longer seemed
funny, but seriously purposeful. 

I raised my legs in the cumbersome skirts and pressed them around his hips,
and pulled him closer as he moved further down my neck, trailing his tongue
into the bodice of my dress. I arched my back as I felt his hands trailing
over the buttons as he deftly started to undo them, very slowly, knowing that 
I was dying to be free of all my clothes and imprisoned in him... As he undid 
the last one, he spread the back of the dress open and I felt the coolness of 
the room for the first time. Goosebumps rose over my back, driving me further 
to distraction as he caressed the soft skin there, above the corset. 

He became bolder, raising my skirt with the other hand, and unsnapping the
garters at the tops of my stockings. He did it so well for a mere second I
found myself wondering disconcertingly how often he had the opportunity to
practice but this thought was pushed from my mind as I felt the garter belt
clasp removed and its four suspenders trail down my thighs as he drew it off.
At a touch to my burning sex, I gasped, pushing my hips down further to meet
his hand. He wasn't going to sastify me that quickly I saw as he moved on to
roll each stocking down my smooth legs, and pull it off to drape them onto the
brocaded chair above us. 

Much as I was enjoying this, I felt a little too passive, so I lifted myself
up to push his tuxedo jacket from his broad shoulders. I felt the muscles under
his jacket move smoothly underneath my hands as I slipped it off, along with
his vest, and went on to unbuttoning his shirt. As I undid each, I placed a 
kiss on the warm hard chest beneath it, feeling myself getting wetter as I 
moved further down. At his waist, I paused, and looked up at him. He was 
smiling slightly, and I couldn't wait to make those lips utter my name, in a 
passionate whisper or an anguished groan.    

I added his shirt to the growing pile of clothes on the chair, and turned
back as he quickly pulled the dress sleeves off down my arms, and eased the
dress off my hips, leaving it in a crumbled heap on the floor as I stepped out
of it, and my slip, and finally my corset was removed also. I had to admit I
was thrilled to get out of that confinement, despite the effect it had on my
waist. Fully naked, I knelt before him to undo his pants, which having much
fewer buttons than my dress, were undone in a flash, thank god!

Watching myself pull the legs of the pants down over his thighs, I got lost
in picturing what I was about to do. At the sight of that well-muscled stomach,
so nice and flat, and that decidedly un-flat bulge in his shorts, it was 
remarkably easy to get caught up in fantasizing. But why waste this man on 
dreams when he was here in the flesh? I asked myself as I allowed myself to 
luxuriously stroke his legs, then reach up and pull those damnable shorts off. 
As I was bending over, I slid the head of his sex into my mouth.  He gasped and
dug his fingers into the rug.  I slowly moved my tounge back and forth, 
feeling the organ throbbing and hot in my desirous mouth.

Kristian lightly pushed me onto my back. He was getting too excited and
we wanted it to last.  He reached out and caressed the naked skin of my neck,
shoulders, arms, stomach, and legs.  He seemed to be delighted to finally touch
me like that, a smile was ever present on his face.  He leaned over me and
delicately kissed my erect nipple, and then teased me by covering my breasts
with feverent kisses.  He took one of my nipples into his mouth, the feeling
was exquisite.  At the same time his hand ventured between my legs and one of
his fingers rubbed my clitoris.
  
I reached around and stroked his sex with my hand.  His movements were driving
me crazy, and I wanted to have him deep inside me when I came, so I gently
tugged at him and pulled him down on me.
 
Before entering me, he rubbed his sex against my clit, spreading my wetness
over my sex and giving me such pleasure.  All of a sudden he slid into me, I
arched my back and gasped.  There was a moment of slight pain, but it quickly
subsided as he moved slowly back and forth. With each movement, he thrust
deeper and deeper in until he was completely inside me. At this, we both let
out a grateful sigh and I clasped him to me.

In the ensuing pause, I could hear him breathing softly, and far off, the cry
of a wolf howling in the woods. As the beast's cry faded away, he moved forward
into me with a new urgency. I felt it too, the incredible desire for a rending 
of myself at climax, though I didn't want to have that feeling disappear... 
  
But there was no way to prevent that from happening, so I gave myself over to
the pleasure of feeling him inside me, the head sliding back and forth, his 
pelvis pressing against mine. As his pubic bone pressed against my clitoris 
again and again, I closed my eyes, seeing the climax in my mind as something 
wonderful looming on a horizon, like a white hot burning sun hidden just beyond
my sight. 

I pressed harder to him, feeling the warmth of the orgasm beginning to
spread through me. In my deluded state, I thought it was the rays of that ball
of fire. I lost all sense of my surroundings, except to hear him breath my name
as he arched over me in that final fleeting moment...
            

The End
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