Michael

I knew him only as Michael until the night ended. Frankenstein’s monster had been pouring my third martini at what I had deemed to be a phenomenally lame Halloween bash when he took the barstool beside me.

“Michael Myers I presume” though I hoped he wouldn’t answer as it was common knowledge that the Prince of the Halloween saga never spoke. To my enjoyment, he nodded and pulled a ten from his black suit and placed it next to my drink. Frankie snatched it off the bar and rushed over to tend to Marilyn and the several other dark creatures that surrounded her. As Britney Spears finished whining about her latest mistake on the speakers above, Michael sparked his lighter for the Marlboro I had just uncased. I love it when psychopaths take time away from mass homicide to be gentlemen.

As I inhaled the sweet nicotine ridden smoke I mulled through my options. The engagement ring sparkled through the vodka haze over my eyes and I knew I should thank Mr. Meyers for his thoughtfulness and politely return to my friends but I couldn’t. I had dressed as Aphrodite expecting the giver of the ring to be beside me, but my Adonis was out pillaging another goddess under the guise of a business trip. Where could the harm be in seeking a mortal companion of my own?

The Princess of Pop stopped whaling and Eminem began to blast. Michael held out his thick, powerful hand and as I took it he began to lead me onto the dance floor. Rap had never been so erotic as we twisted into each other. As Em spoke of supermen, we blended together. Each beat thrust us into each other. Bending back and forth with the bass we danced, the crowd around us disappearing with each thunderous thump. Before I knew it I was being led away from the carnival of souls and behind the club’s stage. We found ourselves amongst a graveyard of the unused party props.

I couldn’t be kissed with his mask and I didn’t care. Seeing a stranger’s face might have made me lose my nerve and what chance I had left to not only salvage the night but make it one to remember. I stared into the black eyes beyond the mask as he pulled the golden rope around my waste to untie it and dropped it to the floor. He guided me against the nearest wall, kneeled down, slid his hands up my white satin dress and pulled the lace panties beneath it down my thighs. When they reached my ankles I stepped out of them. He ran his hands up the inside of my leg and felt me. I lifted my leg and rested it on his shoulder to accommodate his touch.

He knew just where to touch to make me moan. His thumb glided across my clit and I felt a shiver up my spine as the moisture between my thighs swelled and coated his fingers. Still on his knees, he lifted his mask just enough to free his mouth but left it at such an angle as to still maintain his anonymity. He lifted my dress to my waist and held it as he kissed the soft places around his target before settling in on his prize. He licked around my lips and then between them as he teased me with his tongue. Gently but powerfully he sucked my clit into his warm mouth. The pleasure he unleashed as he dined roused the instinctive grind of a woman in ecstasy and as much as I wanted to explode in his mouth I knew our time was short. I yearned for penetration. Sensing my hunger he trailed his tongue slightly south and thrust it within me. I gasped for breath and dropped my hands to his head. Clenching his dark hair between my fingers I leaned further into him. He gathered my dress with one hand and held it as the other lowered to intensify his endeavor. Lifting his lips back to my clit, his fingers explored my depths. Rubbing the sensitive patch within me and sucking my clit into oblivion, he sent me shivering into euphoria. My legs quaked and I nearly lost my balance as the dam broke inside me. When I drifted back to earth from the heaven he sent me to he was back on his feet, his mask at its original position.

Longing for more, I unzipped his costume to reveal the strong torso of a God among men. Perfectly defined, his muscles invited my touch and I nearly devoured his chest. My hands found their way down his abs to the source of his power. I wrapped one hand around his shaft and the other cupped and kneaded his balls. I was impressed by his girth and his length was enough to be deeply probing without being dangerous. Satisfied with what he brought to the table lowered myself to be faced with it. I toyed with him at first, letting my fingertips slide in random motions around his shaft, then to draw circles around his head. As I lightly squeezed and tousled his balls, I caressed the sensitive area south of them. Then, as he swayed on his knees struggling to maintain balance as I had. I flicked the underside of his head with my tongue and then took him completely into my mouth. In and out, all the while creating suction and relaxing, swirling my tongue around him in my mouth. I released him and licked down his long smooth shaft to the base and to his testicles. Still working his penis with my left hand, I kneaded his balls with the other while I licked, kissed and sucked on them. My finger stroked his perineum just before my tongue took over. I raised my head and returned to his, circling it with my tongue then taking him into my mouth again. Progressively gaining speed, I sucked him further into my mouth and released him. Twisting as it went, my hand moved opposite my head. I went faster, sucked harder and squeezed tighter. His breath was erratic. As his pleasure increased, so did my pace. I could tell he was getting close. I stopped, lifting my hand slowly up his penis and looked at him. I playfully smiled at him as if to ask ‘would you like some more’. Without a word he raised me to my feet, leaned toward me and lifted me off the floor. I wrapped my legs around him and he carried me to one of the extra coffins. It would have been creepy if it hadn’t been so fitting.

With his hand behind my head, he lowered me onto the coffin and settled in above me. I took him by the shaft and guided him inside me. I couldn’t wait any longer to see what this mystery man could do. I lost my breath as he entered me. He completely filled my space in such a way as to suggest we were molded for each other. Up and down, he pulsed above me. He knew exactly where to go, when to twist, the speed to take and the force to use. I clenched my muscles around him and he grunted in appreciation. He quickened his pace and grinded against my clit. Within minutes I was close to climax and he wasn’t far behind. I raised my pelvis to provide him the deepest possible entry and clenched around him as hard as I could. With that, he grabbed my behind and lifted me closer to him with a wild twist of his hips drove into me. We both exploded and our tandem climax sent violent sparks through me that seemed to make me cum with my entire body. He laid me against our makeshift bed and he rested on top of me as we collected our thoughts.

As I lay there listening to his breathing subside, I started to get a very strong sense of deja-vu. I knew that finishing move. As he sat up and gathered a breath to speak, I pulled the mask off his face. The man I had only known as Michael was none other than the giver of the ring himself. My fiancé stared at me, smiling from a job well done. I was in shock.

“I’m glad you got my text. I thought at first that you had no clue it was me. Sorry about the costume honey. My toga felt a little drafty so I picked this up instead.” The picture materialized in my head and quickly shook the surprised look off my face.

“No problem stud. I’m glad you made it.” I smiled. He leaned forward and kissed me. The taste of me still on his lips excited me and I wrapped my arms around him. We made out for another fifteen minutes before collecting ourselves and heading out. I left him to carry his inside and I rushed in the house to find my cell phone. I left it that night charging on my nightstand. I touched the pad to bring it to life and selected the text notification. It read:

“Last meeting canceled b home 4 the party look 4 my favorite psycho c u babe”

I read it again and smiled as the screen clicked off to black. My Michael… My Adonis… My secret affair… My fiancé was full of surprises.