He wanted her to know how long he had been fantasizing about her, how many lunch breaks he had sat a few tables over in the staff room cafeteria and watched her wildly gesticulating a particular point in a funny story she told her coworkers.
He wanted her in his life and in his home. Yet first, he wanted her, most importantly, in his bed. Idly stroking her round and firm ass, he indulged in a moment of pure fantasy. Naked on his large bed at home, her on all fours and him on his knees behind her. He loved taking a woman from behind, because he could plunge inside her to the balls, yet at the same time caress her breasts and play with her nipples.
Next time, he promised himself. When we both return home, I’ll have ample time to indulge in our every fantasy and desire. And my bed is big enough for anything.
Pulling himself from his ever-growing fantasies and desires, he remembered his need to possess Lily in the here-and-now. Shedding his cape, leaving it crumpled in a ball on the floor, he unbuttoned the first few buttons on his formal black shirt. Falling down onto his knees, he smiled inwardly at the small gasp of surprise that escaped Lily’s lush lips. Turning her around with gentle hands on her hips, he angled her toward him, so he was perfectly level with her pelvis.
Spreading her legs wider so he had the perfect view of her pussy, he bent forward and licked a slow, long stroke, taking her juices inside him. Closing his eyes, enjoying her sweet, hot taste, he hurriedly went back for more. She tasted divine, hot and sweet and spicy and so delicious he doubted he could ever get enough.
Lapping at her like a cat with his bowl of cream, he quickly finished all her juices. By pushing aside the scrap of lace, he was able to spear his tongue fully into her. She cried out, arching back, pressing herself against his face. He tried to hide his smile, but couldn’t.
Thrusting his tongue into her, again and again, he moved his hand around so he still held her in the perfect position, but could also rub her clit. Her sensitive bit of flesh felt fully engorged, hard and swollen between her folds. Fiercely thrusting his tongue into her, rubbing her clit, he could feel the excitement and sexual energy build in his Lily.
She began to buck, to thrust herself upon him in time to his tongue’s thrusts, to moan as his thumb circled around and around.
“Faster,” she panted, an aching need evident in her tone. “Please, Andrew, just a little faster and I can come again.”
Smiling, muttering, “As you wish,” against her heated, swollen flesh, he speared her pussy faster with his tongue and frantically rubbed her clit.
In seconds, he could feel the contractions begin in her womb, could taste the extra flow of her juice and felt the gathering inside her body, held so closely to his own.
She arched, screamed her release as her body contracted over and over again. He lapped the extra juice, startled by how sweet it was, how delicious it tasted to him.
Finally, she collapsed against the chill glass, replete and satisfied.
He let her stand there for a moment, drinking in the sated, tousled look she had about her whole body. Her face was flushed beneath the silk mask. The blush managed to run all the way down to her chest, a delicate tinge of red across her skin.
Lily stood there before him, almost naked with only her mask, heels and a slightly torn scrap of lace between her folds. Her legs were still splayed widely, her pussy a warm, fleshy red from his rough tongue and her own fierce arousal.
He stood, the image of her splayed against the window, satisfied from his lovemaking, burned forever on his brain. Without even a single coherent thought, he shed his shirt and unbuttoned his pants.
Reaching one arm under her legs and the other around her back, he easily picked her up. Her eyes remained closed, her smile on her face.
“I’m too heavy,” she murmured, not particularly caring.
He smiled.
“You’re perfect. And I am a highwayman, after all. We highwaymen have to take what we want. And be sure, I definitely want you.”
She smiled and opened her eyes.
“I seem to be pretty sated right now. I think it’s my turn to drive you wild.”
He laughed.
“Not a chance, dearest. I’m not even close to being done with you.”
Lily merely smiled. Her eyes glittered sexily from behind her mask and Andrew felt himself falling deeper and deeper into their game. Best to stay in control, he reminded himself. Confessions of eternal and undying love had no place here in their magical night. Best keep it to sex and games. There would be plenty of time for confessions later and the love could grow between them after that.
Stepping through the bedroom door, he crossed over to the bed and tossed her down onto its softness.
Lily laughed, and bounced once, instantly climbing onto her knees. Slipping her stilettos off and wriggling her torn thong down her legs, she dropped them on the floor, totally uncaring where they ended up. Returning to her kneeling position, she came right up close to where Andrew stood, watching her in awe, and placed her hands on the hips of his pants.
“Come on, Mr. Highwayman, surely you’re not shy?”
He grinned. Let her see him in his aching arousal; it would certainly prove he wasn’t shy.
Slowly, teasingly, he let his hands drop to the zipper on his pants.
Chapter Six
Lily found herself holding her breath, waiting for Andrew to remove his pants and show himself to her. Even if he was only a few inches long, he had more than proved he could satisfy her without the usual slam-bam-thank-you-ma’am methods.
She still had that niggling sensation of knowing him but the night was too perfect, too wonderful, for worrying about such things. She wanted to bask in her sexuality, enjoy every decadent moment. There would be plenty of time for recriminations and what-ifs tomorrow or even next week, once her fantastic holiday was over.
Lily banished the thought with a shudder. She had come here to rest and relax. Fantastic, multi-orgasmic sex was an added bonus.
She had no idea when he had lost his shoes and socks. She couldn’t remember seeing him take them off but she had been so lost in her own passions, he could have started contacting people on the moon. As long as he had kept on tasting her and touching her, she doubted she would have noticed.
Shaking her head slightly, she reached once again for his pants. As she gently unzipped them, being careful not to catch anything delicate in its metal teeth, she smiled up at her lover. She loved his dark eyes, his dark hair and wicked smile. The dimple peeking in and out of his cheek drove her wild. She found herself surprised that, instead of being shy or worried about her instant attraction to this man, she felt energized by it. He lent her a feeling of safety, of protection, and in this magical atmosphere she embraced the incredible magic of their time together.
As she helped him shuck his pants over his hips and skim his black briefs along with them, his erection sprang free and she caught her breath at its magnificence. While not the biggest cock she had ever seen, it was a more than healthy length and beautifully thick. More than enough to fill her and satisfy the heat he had built up in her.
As he came over her, leaning his weight on his arms as his body caged hers deliciously, she reached one hand up to touch the edges of his mask. She thought it funny how she had totally forgotten her own mask, comfortable and silky as it was.
“Should we…?” she trailed off, not knowing if he preferred the masks on or if he was just being polite in not removing hers first.
He smiled, his dimple playing in his cheek again. She found his smile so warm and sexy she couldn’t help but smile back at him.
“Nah. Let’s leave the masks on for tonight. Tomorrow we can take them off. I think the masks add to the magic of the night, don’t you?”
She nodded. The masks did add to the mystique of the evening. Also, since that niggling doubt that she knew him wouldn’t go away, she didn’t want to spoil the evening by looking disappointed if he removed the mask and she realized she didn’t know him. Her look of
disappointment could easily be misconstrued as disappointment in him.
As he bent down to kiss her, he whispered, “Besides, there will be plenty of time for us to make love without the masks, after tonight.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
Instead of replying, he kissed her, which felt more than fine to her. The feeling of his lips against hers, of his tongue darting and playing with her, sent fire racing over her skin. Never had she been the type of woman to blush at anything, yet his every touch seemed to make her skin burn and her body ache.
As he lay over her, his naked body sent darts of fire along her skin. He seemed to create a fire inside her; the skin-on-skin contact seemed to create a delicious friction within and she couldn’t help herself. She could feel her pussy creaming again, could feel the aching tension inside herself. Despite having two fantastic orgasms, she was climbing, aching for more.
She touched his skin, ran her hands gently over his chest and shoulders, drawing him closer, eager to explore his body. She arched into him as he also explored her. His mouth plundered hers, yet his hands rubbed over her skin, sensitizing her for him.
Eagerly, she spread her legs, enjoying the solid, warm feeling of him lying cradled between her thighs. Blindly, without thinking or caring about the consequences, she arched herself up into him, trying to get his heated tip to enter her and begin their night of fun.
“Hang on, darling,” he panted, pulling his mouth away from hers. He shuffled over to the side table, pulling open the nightstand drawer and removing several foil packages.
With more haste than grace, he sheathed himself in the latex.
“Damn, a few kisses and your divine skin under my hands and I’m worse than a fifteen-year-old virgin. I doubt you’d appreciate the lack of protection.”
Lily smiled, glad one of them had some brains left. “I wasn’t thinking about it, myself. But yeah, I’m glad you’re gentleman enough to think of it.”
“Gentleman? Woman, I’m supposed to be a highwayman. Now, you need to stand and deliver, so I can keep my head high with pride.”
Lily laughed and pulled him back into her embrace, eager for him to keep going. “I am very keen for your head to stay high. I don’t think I can stand but I can certainly deliver.”
Kissing her highwayman again, Lily moaned as his tip entered her pussy. Even through the latex she could feel the heat of his cock, could feel the power resonating from him. He paused, just barely inside her, pulsing and throbbing with his own need and heat. She could feel her own moistness easing his thick passage inside her.
“Please don’t tease,” she panted, canting her hips, trying to draw him deeper inside her.
“How much do you want me?” he teased. If not for the breathlessness of his own question, Lily might have been worried.
Instead of responding, she reached one arm up to drag his face down to her; the other reached around to grasp his exceedingly firm ass and, crossing her legs behind his hips, she pulled him deeply inside her.
With a groan of approval, Andrew plunged, filling her so full, so deeply, she wondered if she might split. “I can’t wait, oh shit, I’m sorry, love.”
Andrew started withdrawing and plunging, faster and faster. Lily felt the friction inside her and closed her eyes against tears of ecstasy. As hot and tight as she felt, she couldn’t believe how magnificent the feel of Andrew moving inside her was. Over and over he thrust into her, seemingly reaching deeper and deeper each time.
Lily felt her orgasm gather inside her. It was as if a storm was about to break. Every nerve ending tightened, Lily threw her head back in complete abandon. She panted for breath and as the wave crashed over her she couldn’t even scream, so intense was her pleasure.
Her mouth open in a silent scream, something she had only previously read about, never experienced. She could feel Andrew tighten, as if his cock were gathering itself for something. And then he exploded inside her.
He shouted out, a hoarse, indescribable sound of a male releasing himself inside a woman. Even though she couldn’t feel his seed inside her, she could feel his contractions inside the latex, as her own pussy contracted around him, milking him for all his juice.
As the wave subsided, Lily fell back onto the bed, replete and totally spent. Panting for breath, she barely noticed Andrew fall down to her side, half on top of her, half off.
She panted and caught her breath as the minutes ticked easily by. As her brain stopped whirling and everything seemed to right itself, she curved semi-consciously into Andrew’s warm body.
Happy to spend more time collecting herself, she felt her skin begin to cool slightly. After a short period of time had passed, she shivered. Partly, she knew, the shiver was her body’s reaction to the incredible sex. As her hearing returned from the white noise of her orgasms, she recognized an air conditioner as the muted, almost silent hum in the room. The shiver was because the air-conditioned room had a faint chill against her naked skin.
As she shifted to crawl under the covers, Andrew stood for a moment and headed for the bathroom, pulling the condom from his flaccid cock. Lily had barely managed to crawl beneath when he had returned and joined her.
Without a word, they snuggled up with each other, enjoying their shared heat. Andrew had an arm around her. Enjoying the comfort of the intimate moment, Lily gently stroked his chest. Neither said anything but nothing needed to be said. They were feeling the uncanny emotion and intimacy of newly made lovers.
“You still have your mask on,” Andrew purred, nuzzling her chin. Lily smiled and arched back to give him better access down her neck and toward her now ultrasensitive breasts.
“I think I’ve decided to become a mysterious woman of the night.” When Andrew snickered, but continued to nuzzle his way down her throat toward her erect nipples, she took a deep breath to still the incipient laughter and continued.
“You can snicker but I think it’s a fantastic idea. I can seduce hordes of young men into eager and willing slaves and no one would ever know of my secret identity. I would be ’that mystery woman’ young men across the globe would sigh and moon over. They would wonder where I come from and when I’ll return.”
At this, Andrew couldn’t muffle his laughter. He pulled his head away from her, righted his mask, which seemed to bounce with his cheekbones moving so much, and laughed his head off.
“And what about your faithful sidekick?” he asked, still chuckling. “The mysterious masked highwayman to whom you always return?” Lily joined in his laughter, enjoying their sparring.
“Oh,” she said airily, waving a hand as if he hadn’t crossed her mind. “He’s around somewhere…or maybe he’s the man who started the whole thing, the man who started me on this path, the one all the young studs have to thank for creating the mysterious masked woman.”
Smiling proudly at her logic, a logic which didn’t necessarily leave room for him in her future, Lily lay back against the pillows and pulled the comforter up around her shoulders.
Immediately, Andrew lay down next to her, snuggled under the comforter with her and wrapped her in his tight embrace.
“Okay, my mystery woman, let’s nap for a bit. You can practice your seduction skills on me later, when we’ve both rested up a bit, hmm?”
Lily smiled. “I think that’s a great idea. We mystery women of the night need our practice.”
Lily snuggled back into his warm chest, her ass resting easily in the curve of his pelvis and stomach. She could feel his warm cock stir at her small movements, seeking a comfortable sleeping spot.
Smiling, she closed her eyes and evened her breathing. It had been a truly magical evening, one she would never forget. She smiled as she knew she would be able to return to this moment of sexual satisfaction, and relive both it and the memories of the incredible sex she had shared with him when she returned home. This definitely was a night to fantasize about over and over through the long winter nights.
She smiled eve
n wider. She knew everyone should experience at least one real Mardi Gras. This was obviously hers.
Chapter Seven
Lily wondered why she had gone to bed with a hot water bottle. Was it cold outside? Turning slightly to ease the ache of sleeping on her numb arm, Lily realized it wasn’t a hot water bottle sharing the bed with her; it was a very hot man. Man!
Susy’s masquerade party came back to her, along with Andrew, her highwayman.
She smiled in satisfaction. As her eyes adjusted to the early morning dawn, she stretched and turned over onto her stomach to look down at her lover.
His simple black mask had fallen down around his neck during the night. Lily frowned and looked closer at the man who shared her bed.
She knew him. She felt certain she knew this man. But where? As the fog of sleep cleared from her mind, she tried to jog her memory. Andrew, Andrew, Andrew.
With the blinding flash only brilliance seems to bring, Lily recognized her bed partner. It was Andrew Morrisey, a manager. If work gossip held any truth, a genius when it came to troubleshooting problems, from one of the higher divisions from work.
Oh shit. What on earth was he thinking? Could this be some stupid male prank, or dare? Panicking, Lily jumped out of bed and began to hunt around for her clothes and underwear. Shivering in the chilly pre-dawn air, she tried to make sense of the last twelve hours.
She had become more and more aware of Andrew over the last few weeks. He always seemed to be nearby, either hanging around the cafeteria, or personally passing memos around to her bosses. She herself was busy trying to claw her way up the corporate ladder and, while consensual after-hours contact wasn’t forbidden, neither was it actively encouraged, sexual harassment lawsuits being what they were.
Lily frowned and halted in the act of searching under the bed for her thong. While it wouldn’t be overly healthy for her career, neither would the knowledge that she had been sleeping with Andrew on her week off be detrimental to her career. And she certainly could not really see her highwayman blackmailing her with their fling.
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