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- Nov 5, 2013
Aaron adjusted his mask and took another sip of champagne as he eased his way through the throng in the main hall. Why had he come on his own? He had only bought tickets to the annual Valentine Ball because his wife had promised that she would be free to attend with him. But like so many of her promises it had been overtaken and brushed aside by the call of duty. Another important deal at the investment bank where she worked. Why were all her deals important? Who did the ones that weren’t that urgent, the ones that didn’t have to be finalised this evening and could wait until tomorrow morning?
As he brushed past couples, he tried to work out whether they were real couples taking advantage of their masks to engage in some public love-making or strangers here to take advantage of a brief shared encounter in one of the dark nooks or corners upstairs. Occasionally, he thought he recognised someone, but it was difficult to tell in the subdued lighting and with the masks concealing everyone’s face.
Ahead he caught a glimpse of a red silk dress, reminding him that his wife had a silk dress of that shade. Or had had one, because she’d not worn it for years. Again and again, he caught sight of the dress, always a few yards ahead of him, always tantalisingly out of reach but clearly visible among the roaming couples. As if its wearer was trying to catch his eye. Having nothing better to do, he tried to follow her, but every time he came close she slipped away. Then he spotted her again, walking up the stairs, her hips swaying. From behind she looked just as his wife had the last time she wore that dress. She was the same height and same build, and the thin material clung to her hips and ass just as it had to hers.
She never once looked in his direction, but he was sure that she was aware of him and was enticing him to follow. Well, there was no harm in following her rather than wandering aimlessly around drinking too much champagne. As he reached the top of the stairs, she was standing sideways on to him a little way along the corridor to the left. Waiting, yes, waiting, that’s what she was doing. And as he stopped in surprise, she jerked her head, calling him to follow her in a gesture that reminded him of the way his wife beckoned him when she wanted a quiet word away from the children. Or more than a word.
He had to hurry to keep her in sight along the twists, turns and blind alleys of the corridors. She set a fast pace, as if teasing him and making him work to catch her now that she had his attention. In desperation, he flung open doors, only to find the rooms occupied by couples who either didn’t notice his arrival or did not wish to be disturbed. He was on the point of giving up, sure that this was some stranger playing with him for her own pleasure, when out of the corner of his eye he caught a flash of red at the end of the corridor.
Confident that he had caught his prey, he paused at the doorway to smile at the trick his wife was playing on him. If that was that she wanted, he was happy to go along with it. He slipped into the dark room and let his eyes adjust to the gloom. As they adjusted, he saw her kneeling on a couch, her hips thrust backwards towards him, drawing him on, inviting him in. His hands pushed the dress up over her hips and eased her panties down over the soft warm flesh of her bare legs.
As he came, he wondered whether he should speak to her now, tell her how excited he had been by her little ploy. He decided to maintain the illusion that they were strangers coupling in a shared secret moment and slipped out of the room leaving her to wipe the cum that was running down her thighs before it stained her dress.
With her thighs dry, her panties restored and her dress adjusted, his daughter straightened her mask and headed back to the main hall. These middle aged men were so easy to attract. She checked her watch. Yes, she just had time for a fourth if she was quick, before she finally let her boyfriend find her.
As he brushed past couples, he tried to work out whether they were real couples taking advantage of their masks to engage in some public love-making or strangers here to take advantage of a brief shared encounter in one of the dark nooks or corners upstairs. Occasionally, he thought he recognised someone, but it was difficult to tell in the subdued lighting and with the masks concealing everyone’s face.
Ahead he caught a glimpse of a red silk dress, reminding him that his wife had a silk dress of that shade. Or had had one, because she’d not worn it for years. Again and again, he caught sight of the dress, always a few yards ahead of him, always tantalisingly out of reach but clearly visible among the roaming couples. As if its wearer was trying to catch his eye. Having nothing better to do, he tried to follow her, but every time he came close she slipped away. Then he spotted her again, walking up the stairs, her hips swaying. From behind she looked just as his wife had the last time she wore that dress. She was the same height and same build, and the thin material clung to her hips and ass just as it had to hers.
She never once looked in his direction, but he was sure that she was aware of him and was enticing him to follow. Well, there was no harm in following her rather than wandering aimlessly around drinking too much champagne. As he reached the top of the stairs, she was standing sideways on to him a little way along the corridor to the left. Waiting, yes, waiting, that’s what she was doing. And as he stopped in surprise, she jerked her head, calling him to follow her in a gesture that reminded him of the way his wife beckoned him when she wanted a quiet word away from the children. Or more than a word.
He had to hurry to keep her in sight along the twists, turns and blind alleys of the corridors. She set a fast pace, as if teasing him and making him work to catch her now that she had his attention. In desperation, he flung open doors, only to find the rooms occupied by couples who either didn’t notice his arrival or did not wish to be disturbed. He was on the point of giving up, sure that this was some stranger playing with him for her own pleasure, when out of the corner of his eye he caught a flash of red at the end of the corridor.
Confident that he had caught his prey, he paused at the doorway to smile at the trick his wife was playing on him. If that was that she wanted, he was happy to go along with it. He slipped into the dark room and let his eyes adjust to the gloom. As they adjusted, he saw her kneeling on a couch, her hips thrust backwards towards him, drawing him on, inviting him in. His hands pushed the dress up over her hips and eased her panties down over the soft warm flesh of her bare legs.
As he came, he wondered whether he should speak to her now, tell her how excited he had been by her little ploy. He decided to maintain the illusion that they were strangers coupling in a shared secret moment and slipped out of the room leaving her to wipe the cum that was running down her thighs before it stained her dress.
With her thighs dry, her panties restored and her dress adjusted, his daughter straightened her mask and headed back to the main hall. These middle aged men were so easy to attract. She checked her watch. Yes, she just had time for a fourth if she was quick, before she finally let her boyfriend find her.