The Masquerade ball

A woman arrives at a premiere masquerade ball with Friends, only to find herself caught in a romantic rendezvous with a handsome masked stranger.

She had arrived that evening with no real expectations other than to spend a nice evening dressed up in the company of her friends. The hall where the 15th annual masquerade ball was being held was a grand one, with intricately decorated halls, ornate crown molding, as well as the most dazzling crystal chandeliers. Large brass candelabras decorated the tables and walls providing a more sensual tone of lighting compared to the harsh, and often garish modern lighting. People of all shapes and sizes had gathered to dance and make merry with friends and strangers alike from all over. Her friends had come twice before but this was her first excursion into the masquerade ball events. The hall was a large open space with an area sectioned off just for the orchestra that was playing, an area for refreshments and food, which had a vast selection of wines as well as champagne, and the place that caught her eye, the grand staircase.

People were scattered all about the staircase, some laughing with others, some locked into some seemingly Intense conversation, and a few who, like herself, we're merely observing the crowd. Amidst the masses on the grand staircase stood a group of men, all very nicely dressed in period garments, and very well cut suits. They were obviously on the prowl according to the gestures and expressions made. She rolled her eyes out of habit, "boys" she muttered to herself. She wasn't surprised to find a pack of dogs here though, what with all the beautiful women. She was but a moment from directing her attention elsewhere when she noticed another man in the group. Unlike his canine companions he wasn't gawking about staring at every set of breasts half out of their dress, instead he stood leaned next to the balcony calmly looking about, his expression blank. He was a well built man, his dark hair slick and parted , clean cut and trim. She Watched him for a moment until she realized she was watching him. Then as she was looking away he locked eyes with her.

Everything seemed to stop. She knew it hadn't but everything else seemed to fade as they gazed at one another. There was distance between them but the gulf, for that brief moment, became negligible. She could clearly see him, even with his phantom mask covering roughly half of his face, it was his eyes that held her in thrall. His eyes were a cool grey, like the murky sky, calm before the tempest ravages all. He blinked and the world was there again, she quickly looked around, then back to the Phantom on the stairs. He was still there. She felt her cheeks flush, and smiled awkwardly. He smiled softly and nodded his head in acknowledgment of her own. Her friend chose that moment to to drag her to the drinks. She tried to break away and look again upon the man that had storms brewing in his eyes, but he was nowhere to be seen. She frowned and moved to her friend's side...

"Eve are you alright? You seem out of it..." her friend asked. She smiled meekly, "yeah,I'm good." She said and took another drink of the champagne she had in hand. The last hour had been boring for her. There of course had been a slew of masked men asking them to dance, but she didn't want them, and had politely declined. None of them had appealed to her. She was left with that man's face in her mind, his eyes... so intense. She ran her finger around the lip of her glass one more time, before deciding to go get some air. She set her champagne flute down on the table and turned to walk to the entrance, but as she turned came face to face with her phantom with his cool grey eyes. She nearly barreled into him, stopping just short of doing so leaving the distance between them now, less than a foot. "Oh! I- I'm so sorry!" She stammered her eyes locked with his, "I didn't mean t-to, I w-was just..." she continued on her cheeks once more feeling her cheeks warm as she flushed red. He only smiled at her, and after a moment held his hand out. She seemed confused, and after a moment realized the band had begun a slower song. "May I?" He asked tilting, and lowering his head in a small bow. She smiled, and as he looked back up, their eyes meeting once more, she gently placed her hand in his. He grasped it firmly, but with a soft touch, then motioned with his arm towards the center of the hall.the seemed to glide between the mass of people effortlessly, never asking to be excused or apologizing for bumping into anyone, because they didn't. They seemed to be in their own way, ghosts gliding through. Near the center of the hall he stopped, he faced her taking his hand in hers, and smiled again. She felt her heart jump again. His dimples showed when he smiled and she liked the way they looked on her phantom dancer. The song was nearly half over but he began to waltz with her anyway. He moved with such ease and in his arms she felt like she knew exactly where he needed her. The twirled and moved all around the floor before the song ended. They applauded as the orchestra made perpetuation for the next melody. She looked at him, wondering who he was. "I'm Eve by the way." She said leaning nearer to him. He grinned at her again, "I like your name." He said leaning in closer still. to her "What's yours?" She asked, somewhat impatient by the fact he had not responded in kind. He laughed, deep and hardy before asking her in return, "why do you need to know my name?" She was confused he didn't seem to understand how introductions worked. "That's how this works, I give you my name and you give me yours." She said playfully. He smiled again, big and bright, " I'm Dorian" he said. After a moment of smiling he looked at her squinting his eyes a bit. "Eve I would like to show you something. Would you come with me upstairs?"

Once again he offers her his hand. She is cautious, but feels excited as well. She takes his hand, though it feels like taking hold of a lightning rod. His touch send shocks up her Arm and she knows this will not be boring. He leads her to the staircase offers for her to go first. Obligingly she moves ahead and he places his hand on the small of her back as they ascend. Through her black silk dress she felt his touch, and the warmth that came with it. They ascended to the top of the first flight and she looked down at the reverie. By the laughter and movements of the people below you would think Bacchus himself had come to the party he ushered her up another flight of stairs and into a long corridor. A space placement of party goers could be seen throughout the length of the hallway as he led her to a set if double doors. He opened one of the heavy Oaken doors into the dark area. She eyed him suspiciously. Sensing her concern he smiled, shook his head a bit and walked into the darkness. She waited for a moment that felt like forever, and began to call out to him when there was the sound of curtains being drawn and light begin to fill the room. He peeks around through the door, "are you coming eve?" He asks grinning like the cat that caught the canary. She smiles back and walks in. It's are small room with only a few seats and a chez lounge near the center. The crimson MD gold curtains that Dorian had drawn revealed a balcony view of the ongoing masquerade ball below. She now had almost a birds eye view of the festivities as she peered out from the balcony. While she was looking out she felt his hands, warm and strong slip around her waist as he moved up behind her.

Time seemed to freeze again for them as he moved his hand up her side along her ribs all the way up to the nape of her neck. He silently moved, gathering her golden locks from the front of her shoulders, moving it, with the touch of an artists hand, around to her other side. His hands now traveled along the length of her arms , his fingers dancing across her soft skin. His chest pressed against her back as he leaned in towards her neck. He kissed the place where her shoulder meets her neck and where lips touched she felt fire. She stood frozen in place paralyzed by his caresses. He kissed his way to her ear, where he whispered with a predators tone, "I wanted to taste from the moment I saw you"

As these words left his lips, Eve knew instantly that she had become wet. His words were like honey in her ear and his hands were like flames kissing her skin. As he began to kiss her neck, his tongue touching her just slightly, he began to lift her dress at the waist. She couldn't take it anymore she had to kiss him, she turned and pushed her mouth to his, their tongues beginning a seductive tango. She threw her arms around him and he grab them gently, using his legs as well to push her against the wall. He kissed her once more briefly, and as he pulled away she involuntarily moved her head to stay in touch with his lips. He smiled at her hunger, but returned to lift her satin dress up, as he knelt down. His hands wrapped themselves around her thighs holding tight as he pusher dress up further. She moaned softly as he began to kiss his way up her thighs, and whimpered when he used his hand to see just how excited she was.

Her head tilted slightly up as he began to massage her c**t through her, now soaked, thin black lace panties. Something inside of her stirred as he worked his hand, and her hips followed suite. He slipped a finger just inside her panties and pulled them to the side so he could taste her truly. He ran his tongue along the outside of her lips, slightly applying pressure as he came to her c**t. Eve's breathing became more rapid as he began to flick his tongue quickly over her c**t. With each touch she sank deeper into her lust. Who was she? She had no idea who this man was, why she was along him to do these things to her, she had no idea how it even came to this... but the part of Eve that used logic and reasoning was away, only her primal need to feel his touch, to let his tongue lap at her sex, to feel him thrust into her. She didn't care anymore. She let go, and just wanted him. His tongue worked it's magic and in minutes she felt the first surge of her orgasm over take her. There was fire inside of her as the that sweet bliss sent tremors throughout her body. She grabbed his head and knelt to kiss him. She tasted herself on him and loved how they tasted together. She deftly undid his belt and and dropped his pants to reveal his already hard c**k before her. She wanted to taste it. She liked her hand and began to pump his shaft, up and down. Quickly she bent over and put it in her mouth. She felt his hard c**k slide all way to the back of her throat, pulling it back out just so she could lick the shaft from base to tip. She loved it, she could almost felt his pulse quicken as she run her tongue along the length of it. He pulled her up once again. The look in his eyes told her all she needed to know. This was no dog, this was a wolf... and the wolf was ready to devour her.

Once more he pushed her back up against the wall lifting her leg so he can have access to her dripping wet p***y. With but a simple quick motion the helmet of his c**k pushed against her, and penetrated her, sliding in to the hilt. The both moaned as they became one. For a brief moment in time these two separate creatures were now one creature of desire, giving in to the carnal desires that drove them. He began to thrust into her, their hips crashing together like waves on a shore. In his eyes the calm was gone, all that remained was the raging tempest she felt as well. Long deep strokes gave way to quicker more violent thrusts. Both losing themselves in each other, with the quickened pace she felt the next orgasm coming on and began to moan louder. Quickly he clamped his hand over her mouth and began to pump harder and faster. The orgasm exploded in her her body spasming uncontrollably. This was all it took to send him over the edge as well and he moaned himself as he came pumping deep inside of her. They collapsed onto each other, a mess of tangled body, sweat and sex.

They regained themselves, laughed a bit as all lovers do, and then made themselves decent enough to return to the ball. He gave her his card, and she put her number in his phone. Fate had brought them together that night... who were they to fight it. Strangers in masks find love among the masses...

Author's Note

This was my first ever erotic piece. While it is short, and not at all my favorite, it holds a special place in my heart as the catalyst for many more wonderful tales