Erotic Story: Just what I needed

The sounds of the music vibrate through my body and my sip of wine feels softly cooling. My body has easily adapted its rhythm and I’m enjoying it. Enjoying the people, the atmosphere, the music. A party where everyone wears a mask and is hardly recognizable feels thrilling. And to think that my first reaction was to decline the invite. A man is walking towards me through the dancing crowd. He is tall, his dark-brown hair looks like he just ran his hand through it and I’m pretty sure he’s wearing a custom-made suit. Despite the black mask adorning his eyes and covering most of his face, I can see that his gaze is fixed on me. This man isn’t pushing his way through the crowd to get a drink at the bar. This exciting appearance is making his way to me. 

With every step he takes towards me, I feel my heart beating faster. I can’t remember ever being so attracted to a stranger, let alone knowing what that person looks like under a mask. He comes to a stop in front of me, moss-green eyes look at me intently and he gently taps his glass of wine against my glass. ‘Cheers to you.’ The right corner of his mouth mischievously curves up slightly and he leans into me so his mouth is close to my ear. ‘I’ve been watching you all night. When I close my eyes, you are as tight around me as that dress you’re wearing.’ His voice is controlled, but confident. A tingling shoots through my body. This man is not only thrilling, but straight to the point too. 

I squint and try to picture his face without the mask. His lips are full, kissable and I instantly wonder how they would feel around my nipples. Shit, what’s happening here? ‘Sounds like you have a vivid imagination,’ I retort playfully. ‘It doesn’t have to be imaginary.’ His hand gently slides up my bare arm towards the spaghetti straps of my black dress. He takes one of the straps between his thumb and index finger and strokes the fabric. His touch feels warm, and I suck in my lower lip to hold back a soft moan of excitement. I down the last sip of my wine and press my lower body closer to his. Again, he brings his mouth to my ear, ‘I think I’m not the only one who feels that way,’ he whispers. This isn’t a night to overthink things. I’m standing here with a masked face in a crowd of people I don’t know or recognize. My best friend is around here somewhere having the best night of her life, and I spent all day yesterday recovering from a bad break-up. An adventure with a masked guy who gets my nipples hard with a simple touch is just what I need right now. In that small moment, my last sip of wine still going down my body somewhere, I decide to let myself go for once.

I slide my hand under his jacket and feel his muscles through his white shirt. Holy shit, this man is ripped! I try to remember the underwear that’s hidden under this tight dress and I silently thank myself that I got waxed this morning. The hand that was on the strap of my dress before, now slowly slides down my back. Every place he touches, seems to be left in heat. My heartbeat is somewhere in my throat and with every second that ticks away, I feel my body getting hotter with desire. ‘I saw you watching,’ I whisper as sultrily as I can. 

This time, both corners of his mouth turn up and he nods, pleased. My hand slowly runs along the edge of his trousers and towards his crotch. He is hard and this fuels all the excitement I was feeling already. He quickly takes my hand in his and directs me towards the toilets. Once there, he slams the door closed, looks at me intently and grabs my face with his hands. Before I know it, I feel his lips pressed warmly against mine. I automatically let mine fall open slightly and feel our tongues do an effortless dance. With my hands, I break the record time of unbuttoning a shirt and once I reveal his firm chest and abs, I swallow hard. His hand slowly moves towards my mask, he curls his fingers around its side and pulls it away from my face. 

‘Fuck, you’re hot and beautiful.’ I start to laugh, ‘no, leave it on,’ I say when he wants to take off his mask too. ‘It’s exciting this way.’ From that moment on, civilized is out the door. It seems as we’ve silently given each other the go-ahead and all bets are off. In no time his hands release my breasts from my dress and while I’m busy undoing his trousers, he grabs a condom from the pocket of his jacket, takes it off and shakes off his shirt. Once his trousers are loose and around his ankles, I quickly pull the bottom of my dress up to my waist and step out of my thong. I take his hard-on from his boxers with both hands. His wet cock shines and if I wasn’t so horny and impatient to feel him inside me, I would take the time to taste him first. I watch him unrolling the condom down all that length. His eyes roam over my body, he takes one of my nipples between his fingers and tugs it playfully. A loud moan echoes through the toilet area. The idea that someone could come in at any time, fuels my horniness. ‘Turn around.’

I obediently do as he says, he takes my hands and guides them to the edge of the door above my head and curls my fingers around the edge. ‘Just hold on.’ I do my best to push my ass as far back as possible, but I’m aware of the challenge our difference in height provides. He grabs my hips, effortlessly lifts me up and in a reflex I clutch my legs back around his waist. Holy shit, I’ve never hung in this position before. With focus, he positions himself in front of my opening, and then thrusts in. It feels raw, exciting and so good. I close my eyes and try to hang on. The cubicle door bangs to the rhythm of his movements. He growls excitedly and his fingertips dig deep into my hips.

 ‘You. Are. Even. Tighter. Than. I. Thought,’ he groans, thrusting. After blissful minutes that couldn’t have lasted long enough, he lowers me. I automatically turn around and push him down onto the toilet. I sit on him with a proud grin on my face. His hand grabs my ass and as I sink over him, I feel him determine the rhythm too. I start moving with dedication. He grabs my breast with his free hand and licks my nipple. I moan heavily from excitement and completely forget where we are. I close my eyes and move more and more fiercely. In undulating movements, my lower body moves over him. My head gets fuzzy and it feels like I’m high. ‘Yes. Oh. Yes. Keep going,’ he growls in my ear. I place my hands apart, flat against the wall and start moving up and down. ‘Jesus,’ he screams uncontrollably. ‘I’m coming!’ One of his fingers has found my clit and maddeningly starts to circle around my sensitivity. My legs start to tingle, my mouth goes dry and I feel an orgasm take over my body. From the jerking movements that his body makes, I can tell that he’s climaxed too. I don’t want this to get awkward and choose to take control. Without hesitation, I get up, pick up my thong from the floor and straighten my dress. ‘Thank you,’ I sigh. I open the cubicle door and step outside. Behind me, I hear him asking where I’m going, but I don’t look back. I already got what I needed.