The Masquarade Party

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The Masquarade Party

Mmmm…not bad, thought Monique, as she admired herself in the mirror. She put on her mask and prepared to join the guests downstairs.

As she strutted toward the hall where the party was being held, she got lustful looks from the men, and some women, already at the party. Monique looked good, really good. She wanted to disguise herself as the sexiest secretary that anyone ever saw, and she succeeded. Her perfectly pedicured feet glided in black high-heeled sandals. They carried a slender five foot, six inch body. Her long, slender legs moved slowly and confidently toward the party crowd. Her legs were dressed in black, seamed nylons. The bottom of her miniskirt stopped just below the tops of her nylons. Her push-up bra held her full. round, breasts firmly in place, and her blouse pressed tightly against them. Her full, red lips and sensual mouth exposed perfect white teeth and rounded cheeks when she smiled. Her green, almond-shaped eyes gave her a penetrating look behind her little black mask. Her curly, strawberry blond hair fell to her delicate shoulders.

The party was in full swing, the music sexy, and the hall filled with dim lights and candles. Incense filled the nostrils.

“Good evening miss, can I offer you a drink?” asked the waiter.

“A glass of white wine, please. A good brand,” she answered, as she scanned the party. Lots of colourful red-nosed clowns, hobos, and cross-dressers.

Monique thought she recognized some people but she wasn’t sure. This party, she was told, included people from several large companies in the area. Everyone was so well disguised, she thought. I’ll never meet anyone here that I know.

“Hi”, called out a perky voice. Monique turned around and noticed a little woman dressed like Peter Pan – green tights, curled up shoes made of soft fabric, pointy green hat, and a large green mask.

“Hello”, replied Monique, a puzzled look on her face. The voice sounded familiar but Monique couldn’t quite place it. “Do I know you?”

“Monique, it’s me, Carol. Don’t you recognize me?”

“Carol? Is that you?” asked Monique.

“Yes, look”, replied Carol, raising the mask from her face for a fraction of a second.

“What a great outfit, Carol”.

“Not like yours, honey. You’re the one with the body.” Said Carol, as she eyed Monique up and down. They both giggled.

“What a great party. The men are so hot. Maybe tonight I’ll meet my true love.” Said Carol as she scanned the male possibilities around her.

“You be careful, Carol. We don’t know most of the people here,” warned Monique.

“Stop being such a prude,” said Carol, smiling.

Monique and Carol had been good friends for five years and told each other everything. Carol was single and was on the market for a boyfriend. Monique worried about her, because she had slept with lots of guys recently, desperately trying to hook one.

“Okay, Monique. I’m off to work the floor. See you in a bit.”

“Let’s grab a bite to eat later, okay?” asked Monique, trying to prevent Carol from running off with some guy she never met.

“Okay,” agreed Carol. “Let’s meet back here in a couple of hours.”

“Take care,” said Monique, as she kissed Carol on both cheeks. “You be careful.”

Monique looked around and admired the well-decorated hotel. The life-like status of Roman gladiators lined up along the walls of the entrance hall, and dark hardwood floors and walls made for an ideal Halloween atmosphere.

Monique chitchatted with several people as time passed by. A few guys made drunken passes at her, which she quickly dispelled. She could tell that some men devoured her from a distance; too bashful to approach her. Even though the party was picking up, Monique glanced boringly at her watch. It was after eleven and she thought, where’s Carol.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a man dressed in a phantom of the opera costume approached Monique.

“Hello, I’m Graig,” he said in a husky voice, extending his hand.

“Hi, I’m Monique,” she responded, surprised by this man’s sudden appearance.

Even though Monique couldn’t quite make out the man’s face in the dim light, she could tell that he stood about five foot, eleven inches. A mask covered one side of his face, but his square jaw, and knock out smile gave away his good looks.

“I couldn’t help but notice you seem a little bored. A good-looking woman like you should not be left alone at a party like this. Do you mind if I join you?”

Wow, thought Monique. This guy is hot.
“Humm…of course you can,” she said, regaining her composure.

“Thanks, would you like a refill? Your glass is empty” Graig asked Monique

Graig called the waiter over and ordered a glass of white wine for Monique and a scotch and water for himself.

“You know I drink white wine?” asked an impressed Monique.

“I’ve been watching you for a while.” Replied Graig, as he pointed his hand toward a table in the darkest corner of the dance floor. “Would you like to join me? You’ve been on your feet all night,” asked Graig, as he put his hand on Monique’s lower back to guide her toward his table. “Waiter, bring our drinks to my table, please.”

Monique was happy to get off her feet for a while. “Thanks,” she said, cautiously.

Graig whispered in Monique’s ear, “Every guy in the joint is drooling over you, you know?” Monique smiled a shy smile and enjoyed the compliment. It was her intention to get ‘em drooling from the start.

Monique and Graig sat down at his table. This guy looks nice, she thought. She figured he weighted a solid 185 pounds. She also figured him to be around forty-six or forty-seven years old. They chatted for a long time about their work and about golf, which they both enjoyed. As the night wore on they laughed and became comfortable with each other. Monique told Graig that she was staying at the hotel. The song, “When a man loves a woman” came on; Graig asked Monique to dance.

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They held each other politely at first. As the music played, Graig pulled her gently toward him. Monique felt faint as he brushed his clean-shaven face against her cheek. This guy smells great, she thought. At first, they danced slowly to the music. Then their feet stopped moving and they swayed to the rhythm of the slow music. Monique could feel his breath increase slightly in her ear.

She felt his manhood against her thigh. She tightened her buttocks and pushed her hips into him. She closed her eyes, and passed her hand gently across the back of his neck and hair. When the song ended, it was so difficult for both of them to let go. They walked silently back to his table. After a few seconds, Graig whispered in Monique’s ear, “Hey beautiful secretary, I need to send a letter to an associate, care to take some dictation?”

By this time Monique was so hot, she replies with a smile, “Of course, but I don’t have my writing pad. You’ll have to follow me up to my room.”

“Won’t that be dangerous?” he asked grinning.

“What do you mean, sir?” she asked.

“Well, if we go up to your room, you’ll have to take dictation sitting on my knee.”

“Why sir, I’m not that kind of secretary.”

“But would you like to be?” he asked.

Oh god, yes, she thought, as she imagined pushing her ass against his erect manhood.

“We’ll see.” She answered, as she lowered her head in mock shyness.

As they both got up to leave, Monique had one restriction. “We don’t ever remove our masks, okay?” Graig agreed as they headed for the elevator.

They kissed passionately on their way up to Monique’s room. Once inside, Monique excused herself to go freshen up.

Monique locked the bathroom door behind her. She looked herself in the mirror and thought out loud, “Monique, what the hell are you doing? Paul would be devastated, if he ever found out. You’re a married woman. This guy is a complete stranger. C’mon girl, get with it… but he’s so sexy and hot…just one night of crazy passion… no one will know… what am I gonna do?”

She heard a gentle tap on the door, “are you okay, Monique?”

“I’ll be right there.”

The hell with it… I want this guy… I can almost feel him inside me, she thought.

She quickly fixed her eyes and lipstick. Then she removed her bra. Her long, light brown nipples protruded behind her thin blouse. She straightened her nylons, unlocked the bathroom door, and stepped out to take dictation.

Graig’s mouth fell open when he saw her. Those hot nipples must be a half-inch long, he thought. Monique strutted over to Graig and sat ladylike on his lap. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. Tongues danced and flickered. Their lips were wet with passion. Then, Monique stood up, jacked up her skirt, spread her legs, and sat back down on Graig's lap, facing him. Graig immediately noticed that she wasn’t wearing panties. She exposed a well-trimmed and glistening love hole. Her outer lips were ruby red and appetizingly swollen.

Monique laid her hands on Graig’s shoulders and flung her head back, biting her lower lip. Graig unbuttoned her blouse until her breasts popped out. She pushed her chest toward Graig’s face. Graig grabbed her buttocks with both hands and aimed his wet mouth on her breast. He held her puffy, chocolate nipple between his lips and grazed his tongue back and forth against the tip of her nipple.
“Ooo,la,la,” cooed Monique, “god this is good.” A while later, Monique stood up and began to unbutton Graig’s shirt. She kissed his chest and slid her tongue down to his navel. She unbuttoned Graig’s belt and helped him pull off his trousers and boxers. She sat him back down and observed his magnificent and proud love stick. She shivered all over. She wrapped her fingers around Craig’s love stick and squeezed him lightly. Craig made mention in a hoarse voice that he loved to look down on her long fingers and red nails wrapped around his cock. She kissed the tip of his manhood with her full, red lips. Graig moaned his pleasure and grabbed the sides of the chair.

Monique loved his love stick. So straight and powerful, she thought. She licked the underside of his shaft with the tip of her tongue. She looked up at Graig with her soft, green eyes. Graig was about to explode his hot, creamy juices. Monique felt his love stick swell. She pulled her head back and said,” Not now, big boy. I’m not finished with you yet.” Graig grabbed his head with both hands, his mouth open in frustration.

Monique stood in front of Graig and performed an excruciatingly slow striptease, occasionally bending forward in front of Graig, just out of his reach, to expose her firm breasts and tantalizing nipples. Then she turned around to reveal her round, fleshy buns and hips. She bent over and passed her hand between her legs. She slowly slid her index finger from the top of her ass to the front. Graig wanted to get up and enter her immediately.

“Stay put, mister,” commanded Monique.

Finally, to Graig’s delight, she mounted him and willingly lowered herself onto his proud love stick. Both give out a moan, as she started to pump him, slowly at first, to feel him deep within her. She masturbated Graig by tightening and releasing the walls of her vagina. Her rhythm increased as she pumped harder. She held Graig’s head with both hands, his face between her breasts. Graig held her by the waist with both arms. Both of them quivered and milled into each other. Their breath shortened. Their bodies tightened. Their skins glistened.

She felt him tighten his grip around her lower back and heard him exhale loudly with his mouth wide open. She felt his hot jets of creamy liquid fill her. Her body shook with wave after wave of pure ecstasy.

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After checking out of the hotel and driving home, Monique had just about forgotten about Graig. She was more concerned with Paul, her husband of twenty years. I hope he’s not in the mood for love, I’m exhausted, she thought. When she got home, Paul was sleeping. She undressed quietly, took a shower, and slid into bed.

“Hi honey,” said a sleepy Paul. “How was your masquerade party?”

“Oh, kind of boring,” answered Monique, in an evasive kind of way.

“Meet anyone you know?”

“Yes, I met Carol, but she didn’t hang out with me…man hunting…you know Carol”

“Oh yea, I know Carol,” said Paul. “I’m really glad you’re not like that. I can trust you.”

“Yes, baby, you can trust me. I’d never dream of sleeping with another man. I love you too much for that.”

Both Monique and Paul turned over and said nothing. After a few minutes, both of them burst out laughing. Paul spoke up first. “Monique, you were outstanding tonight. We’ve got to do this more often.”

“Oh, Paul, you really are the man of my life, even after all these years. It was so much fun pretending to meet at the party tonight. What a great idea. Can we pretend again next Halloween?”

“After what you did to me tonight, you can bet on it darling.”

They kissed goodnight. Monique put her head on Paul’s chest, and they peacefully went to sleep.