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[Dear reader - This was written by me, and a friend of mine at UMass.
If you have any comments you'd like to send, send to me at
redrose@titan.ucs.umass.edu. Please include the title of the story you
are commenting on, or I might think it is about one I posted
previously. If distribited, please keep both our (nick)names on it. Thanks!
Sarah Jahn]
redrose@titan.ucs.umass.edu (Sarah Fox Jahn)
(Contents - consensual 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... ;)
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-The Masked Man-
by Pipedream and Red Rose
redrose@titan.ucs.umass.edu
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
beautiful 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 excellent champagne... It was a
rare party in which none overimbibed to the embarrassment 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 beginning 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, embarrassed, 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 glass French 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, isn't 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 fountain 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 petals, stretching
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 thoroughly, 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 surprise 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 satisfy 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 tongue 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 fervent 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
breathe my name as he arched over me in that final fleeting moment...
The End
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-The Masked Man-
by Pipedream and Red Rose
-30-
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