Lady In The Black Lace Mask - Part 1

This story begins at a swingers masquerade event.

The perfect setting for a spicy encounter.

The event was was alive, the music was blasting and people were having the time of their life.

I’d just left the dance floor to grab another drink from the bar, feeling the first wave of tipsy.

That’s when I saw her walk by.

In black high heels a long figure hugging black dress and a black lace mask to cheekily hide her identity.

I wouldn’t usually be so bold, but suddenly I was walking over to her to introduce myself.

After a few minutes of polite conversation, she took my hand and lead me into one of the communal rooms. For those unfamiliar this is a room with 10 or more beds dimly lit with people having sex all over the place.

We found a spare bed, I undressed and she told me to lay down while she slipped out of her dress to reveal her lacy underwear had me tingling all over.

Her curvy figure had me hypnotised and time stood still as if the rest of the room just vanished from existence.

She looked right at my with those deep green eyes, crawling up the bed and running the tip of her nails across my skin, sending goose bumps all across my body.

She hovered her lips just an inch from mine, teasing me for a moment.

The tension had built up so intensely, I couldn’t take it another second.

Suddenly. . .

To be continued in part 2