October - Masques 
	by David

Romeo and Juliet discovered each other at a masque.

Some of us use masks every day to be whatever we wish people to believe.

Sometimes we wear masks to hide parts of our selves from others.

Sometimes we use masks to hide parts of our self from ourselves.

This night was like none I have had before or since.

I sent a box to my love.  In it were a dress, a pair of shoes, hose, a
black corset, and a mask.

Everything was black.

Everything was special.

The dress, black velvet and satin.  The dress had a satin bodice with
steel boning, velvet shoulder caps, satin skirt with almost a bustle. 
The skirt tapered to her knees.  Wearing it, her broad shoulders and
womanly hips would be the epitome of a 40's pin-up girl.

The corset, was satin with fine boning and garters for her hose.

The hose, black with lace tops.

The shoes, black patent leather with four and a half inch heels.

The mask, would cover half her face, from her nose to her forehead.  It
was leather, crafted by hand, in a style used in Italy at the time of
Romeo and Juliet.  Catlike with little wings reminiscent of cat ears at
the upper edges. The eye slits had been cut and twisted back to be
spiraled eyebrows, dyed red, a wonderful contrast to the black of the
mask.

She wore all of this for our night, for me.

I of course dressed for her.  I wore a white tuxedo shirt with black
tie.  Black pleated slacks that were soft almost velvet like wool, warm
but not too heavy.  A gold brocaded vest with black velvet lapels and
black satin back.  I also wore a mask.  Black with gold edges around the
crown and eyes.  My mask covered three quarters of my face, the lower
portion framing my mouth and blending in with my mustache and following
the line of my mustache into my beard.  The crown of the mask, or the
upper edge, looked like wavy rays.  Rays of a black sun with golden
edges.  The black and gold as well as the wavy rays blended in with the
curly waves of my hair.

I sat in a Victorian hotel room awaiting her arrival, a glass of good
red wine in one hand.  Music was playing in the background. A CD of
Enigma on repeat so I wouldn't have to get up when it finished playing. 
I waited for her entrance. Masked, sipping wine, I waited.

When she walked in it was with an air of apprehension.  A tentativeness
that was not her nature, but then again we had never worn masks in front
of each other. That was part of the beauty of our relationship, we had
nothing to hide or so I thought.  But this was a lark, something fun and
out of the ordinary.  How many times do lovers dress up in formal
clothes just for each other?  I sat in the chair with an attitude of
command and asked her to sit on the edge of the bed.  I stood to offer
her a seat and her glass of wine.

"Tell me a story?" I asked.  "Tell me a fantasy, nothing that has to be
real, just a story."  And she did.  She told me of dreams, of fears, of
wants and desires.  When she was done I did the same.  By the time we
were done with our tales the CD had played through once and we were onto
our second bottle of wine. I was feeling out of myself and I could tell
from the stories that we traded back and forth that so was my love.  Her
stories were of dominance and submission. Sometimes being one and then
the other.  My tales were similar to hers.

When we were done telling stories, we sat and watched each other.  One
admiring the other.  I asked her to stand, turned her away to face the
mirror on the front of the Armoire.  I undid the zipper on the back of
her dress.  Slowly, deliberately, I slid the zipper down.    Then held
her hand as she shimmied this way and that to extricate herself from the
dress.

Now she looked even more like a pin-up girl in her black mask, corset,
hose, and heels, except that I don't remember ever seeing a pin-up in a
thong.  The thong slid easily over her legs as I dropped to my knees and
began to worship her. To kiss the insides of her thighs as I pushed her
slowly back to the edge of the bed.  She sat on the corner her legs to
either side as I kneeled before her. Kissing smoothly shaved labia,
nibbling at her naked lips, her juices flowed freely as my tongue
caressed, probed and danced.  My tongue danced upon her clit and her
thighs would shake.  My fingers would probe and her juices flowed even
more.  Harder and faster my tongue danced.  My fingers matching tempo
with tongue until her fingers pulled my hair hard, pulling me hard
against her clit.  Telling me to suck hard.  To nibble and tease with
teeth along the nub of her clit, then to suck hard in tempo with my
finger thrusts until her back arched hard and her orgasm peaked.  At
least the first one.

She sat up with a sigh and pulled my head up, pulling my head so that
our lips kissed.  She kissed me hard and sweet and I returned in kind. 
Then I stood her up.

She faced the armoire mirror.

I stood behind her and told her to grab her ankles.

With a "twick", pulled the leather belt off of my pants and lightly
stroked her ass with its doubled length until her cheeks were as flushed
and enflamed as her face had been when she came.  Her breathing was hard
and fast.  My cock was a rock.  I don't know why I had used my belt, it
just felt like the thing to do, and if the trail of moisture heading for
the top of her stockings was any indication it must have been the right
thing for the moment.

I kicked off my shoes and she knealt.  Turning me profile to the mirror
she opened my slacks, pulling down my silk boxers and pants in one
motion.  When she was done I was standing in shirt, vest and mask. 
Looking into the mirror I watched as this masked vision ate my cock. 
Licking it and swallowing it down as far as it would go.  It was
incredible, she must have sucked and licked for a good fifteen minutes
and still I was hard.

I pulled her to her feet, facing the mirror, her feet spread wide.  Her
high heels had her almost standing on her toes.  Her calves were curved
so elegantly. Her ass was heart shaped with luscious curves as she bent
forward.  Her tawny hair a corona above her mask.  Her brown eyes
flashed from beneath her mask as I caught her eyes in the mirror.  My
face set firm beneath its dark mask, I felt like a god standing behind
her treasures.  My hot cock probing into her.  Her face set with the
most decadent smile as I slowly stroked in and out of her to the pace of
the Enigma song that was playing.  I reached back, grabbed my wine
glass, and took a sip, not losing a beat.  Bending forward to over my
love a sip as I cupped a breast, then taking back the glass I put it
down before grabbing both of her hips and started pounding into her
again and again.

I know that it was Halloween, a time when some say the Sun god chases
the goddess of the Moon.  But I felt like the embodiment of the Sun
Lord.  The gold of my mask caught the candle light of the room.  The
beat of the music became the beat of my heart.  I could feel my love's
pulse in her cunt.  I could feel it pulsing through my cock, in rhythm
with my own.  I watched her play with her nipples and clit as I held
firmly to her ass and hips while pushing and pulling my way between her
thighs.  I watched her face in the mirror as I watched her watch us. We
were beautiful, something other than the individuals we were before we
put on our masks.

And then her muscles started to contract, her voice started to rise.  I
couldn't believe it my cock got harder and harder, and then as she cried
out her orgasm pulled forth my come and we exploded together.  I know
that is sounds so contrived but that is what she does to me.  That is
the power of her body with mine.  First that I can keep going for almost
a whole CD's worth of music. Second that when she is at her peak I am at
mine.  In synchronization.

I glance over at the clock and realize that this was another lesson in
relativity.  Two and a half hours are past.  There were moments that
felt like seconds, and then seconds that felt like hours.  Truly, magic.