I'd just returned from an extended overseas trip and was still adjusting to the hot weather, cloudless skies and great looking topless girls basking on white sandy beaches, when I received an invitation to a fancy dress party. I was in a big dilemma, as I had no inspiration for a costume. But then when I searched through my suitcase, I came across the white porcelain mask I'd bought in Canada. The mask was a full face one, coloured entirely white with a prominent lopsided and lecherous grin; it was a haunting likeness of a leering man. I then borrowed a pair of baggy white cricket trousers and went along looking just like an English cricket dandy wearing a mask. At least it was original idea and not wanting to remove the mask, I spent the entire evening sucking drinks through a straw. I spent the evening drinking and flirting with the numerous single women intrigued by my costume.
I had been there a few hours when I went to the fridge to get another drink. Probably because I had successfully mastered the art of sucking alcohol through a straw, a bottle slipped from my hand and ended up smashed on the floor. I found a broom and dustpan in a large cupboard under the stairs and quickly cleaned up the mess.
With the broom returned to the far corner, someone walked into the cupboard. Startled, I spun around and found myself staring at a girl dressed seductively in a white almost see-through Roman toga. She looked no more then 20 and was very attractive. I was struck by her healthy tan and the prominent curve of her breasts outlined beautifully against the thin fabric. Her arms were tanned and bare to the shoulder, which complemented her firm waist and slender legs. She shut the cupboard door, effectively trapping me.
"God! That mask turns me on!" she breathed. "Who are you? You don't know what that mask is doing to me?"
She seemed to be driven by an uncontrollable, almost animalistic desire. Her breasts strained against the thin fabric of her costume every time she breathed in, her erect nipples clearly showed. I was stunned and lost for words, to say the least. I'd just spent three years in the winters of Canada and was still getting used to the tans and topless designer bikinis of Oz and suddenly, here was this gorgeous stranger making suggestions to me under a staircase!
I stammered a few stupid replies, but the sound of my voice seemed to drive her even further over the edge. Her hips began to pump, pushing her pussy towards me in tiny movements, back and forward, back and forward. I couldn't keep my eyes off her as my cock came to life.
She caught sight of my expanding cock. "Oh fuck me," she begged. "Fuck me here and now! Whoever you are, just fuck me!"
She sat down on a stack of cartons with her back against the wall, her legs outstretched and parted. She kept looking at me as she gathered her toga up around her waist, all the time urging me on.
"Come on, fuck me. Oh, stick it in. Come on, come on!" she pleaded.
My cock had become rock hard and was making my baggy trousers look like a circus tent. Hesitantly, I took a step closer to her. Her hips were gyrating and her breathing was ragged as she lifted her costume, revealing a sheer black lacy body suit that clipped open at the crotch. Deftly she tore at the clips and revealed a swollen pussy and the barest patch of pure white skin set off by the brownness of her tan and her honey brown hair. Her inner lips glistened and were squeezing out from her pubic hair. I felt another surge in my cock and still couldn't believe my luck. Suddenly as if I were in a dream, I began fumbling with the unfamiliar buttons of my fly.
