In a corner in the room he enters -expecting to see his wife- sits a lady. Slightly shocked he hesitates a moment in the door, his hand still on the handle and takes in the sight.
Her pushed up high breasts nearly fall out of a black corset, trimmed and laced with red satin. Her hair is a mass of bright shiny black with a reddish glow. Shiny sheer black stockings are attached by sparkling clips to the corset. The bands are partly hidden by the black lace of what seem to be French panties. Slender feet in black, quite high-heeled pumps. A black mask follows the contours of her face, not really hiding it, but changing her into a known-unknown person.
His wife promised him a surprise -to do with whatever he wanted to- if he would go to the address she gave him. He checks his mind, suddenly doubting if he really is at the address she gave him. Street is the right one; number too. The apartment, the code she told him, did open this door. He is where she wants him to be. He closes the door behind him, turns around to savor the sight once again. Luscious, is the thought prevailing in his brain.
The lady in the chair holds up her hand, presents him an envelope.
He hesitates, ignores her willingly and looks around him, into the darker corners of the room. A bed. Big, spread with a black sheet, glowing softly in the shadowy light. Numerous black and white cushions. Fluffy ones, hard ones, small ones, big ones. A black leather sofa, also adorned with several of the same cushions. A small club table, some burning candles on it. A lighted candle on each bedside-table, a big candle stands beside the tempting figure on the floor.
That is all. A door. Slightly ajar. He scrutinizes, sees some white tiling, decides it is the bathroom. A thought forms in his mind.
"Just a moment, please," he tells the silent form in the chair and walks over to the bathroom. It is empty. His wife isn't there. He washes his hands, dries them on a soft burgundy red towel.
Purposeful he walks over to the lady and takes the envelope out of her hand, his eyes wandering over the mounds of her breasts. A moment he turns the envelope around in his hands, glances down, no letters on it. His eyes lock on her mounds again, a slight smile appears on his face and he tucks the envelope in the inner pocket of his coat. The lady tenses as he does this. Her whole posture, before so confident and radiating lust, now is one of almost distress. She hasn't changed her stance, her legs are still crossed at the ankles, her one hand still rests on her thigh where she laid it down after he took the envelope; her other arm is draped alongside her body, the hand still rests on the cushioned armrest. Her head leans against the high backrest as before. A royal pose.
But now all her muscles are tense. Her glistening eyes disappear for a moment as she closes them. The mask is complete now. Nothing of her features is visible until her open eyes will bring her face alive again. His smile deepens, changes into a slight grin. He steps a bit closer to her, his feet almost touching hers.
Her muscles tense even more when he reaches down with his hand. His fingers hover over the skin of her breasts. With a sly smile he touches a spot on her right breast. Only a second before his fingers stroke over the swelling mound, caressing it. It was enough for her to relax completely though. A smile appears around her mouth and she opens her eyes and lips. At once he puts a finger on her mouth.
He steps away from her, takes off his coat and walks over to an empty coat stand. He feels her eyes following his movements. A moment he wonders where her clothes are; she wouldn't have arrived dressed like this without at least wearing a long overcoat. After he has hung his coat on the stand, he opens his suit coat and loosens his tie. His eyes locked on hers, he takes his coat off, opens his cufflinks and rolls his sleeves after he put the coat on a hanger on the stand.
Confident paces bring him in front of the sofa half opposite her chair. In sitting down, he takes his tie off and plays with it. The silk glides through his fingers as he rolls it. Hiding a gleeful smirk he notes her eyes are locked on his fingers and the tie. He props a cushion behind his back, moves his back smoothly farther down on the sofa until he has found a comfortable position. A position he knows will show her what has happened beneath the fabric covering his loins.
Leisurely he beckons her over. She gasps audible before she gracefully rises to her feet. A few steps -the soft taps of her heels on the parquet the only sounds- place her beside him. She moves to sit down, and freezes as he shakes his head once. His legs were spread already, now he places his feet a bit farther apart and bends his head slightly, his eyes wandering to the space between his thighs and back to her face. Again she takes a deep breath. Carefully she steps around his leg, over his foot. Her eyes locked on his, she slowly kneels down.
Gently his hand lands on her hair, caresses the top of her head before he directs it to where he wants it. Following his lead she bows her head over his loins, lays her cheek against the bulge in his trousers.
A long moment nothing occurs. Both take tranquil deep breaths, contented with what has happened until now. Slowly he leans his head against the backrest and closes his eyes. She rubs her cheek over the bulge.
"Yes," he says in a deep voice. She startles a moment, pulls her cheek away from his bulge after that. His eyes wander over the mask she wears. An intricate pattern of lace and satin covers her face, only leaving her eyes and mouth free. His fingers wander from the back of her head onto the mask, caress it as if it were her skin. A soft purring noise escapes her lips; he doesn't know if it because he caresses her, or because her fingers caress his bulge. Both, he decides. The material of the mask is stiff and hard under his fingers even if it fits her perfectly. She opens his fly while his fingers return to the back of her head. Probing he tugs at the satin band which keeps the mask to her face. She freezes and a slight shake of her head tells him not to continue.
A pensive expression appears on his face as he ponders if maybe that was something written in the letter now unread in his pocket. He wants to see her face though. His face lightens, not only because she has opened his trousers completely now, even his belt is undone, but also because he had thought of a possibility to see her without her being unmasked. Enjoying her fingers stroking his cock over his boxers he ponders the idea that just started to form in his mind. Slowly he reaches beside him and retrieves his tie. His other hand takes her right and places it behind her head on the satin bow. He takes her other hand and places it on the mask. Making sure she is looking at his hands he unrolls his tie and plays with it close before her eyes, playing hide and seek with them. After a few moments the slightest of nods tells him she understood and is willing.
He lays the tie before her eyes, holds it loosely in place with his left hand behind her head, while the fingers of his right caress the wrist of her hand before he places one end of the satin band between her fingers. Carefully he pulls at her hand. Slowly one eye of the bow gets smaller, until it disappears and the knot under it is pulled open. He now places her hand on his thigh. Her breath has hastened he notes satisfied. He lays his hand on the hand with which she holds the mask. Teeth softly biting her lower lip she slips her thumb under the material of the mask and pulls it away from her face ever so gently. Like an offering she lays her hand and the upturned mask on his other thigh.
The triumphant smile on his face is already hidden for her eyes as he knots his tie behind her head. Anew he leans back on the sofa, pulling her face against his bulge with one hand. Gently his hand rests on her hair as he takes the mask from her hand and holds it in front of his face a moment before he puts it on the sofa beside him.
"Now," he says softly. Gently her hands move over his thighs, caressing him, and tantalizing slowly they reach his boxers' waistband. He takes a deep breath as she shoves her fingertips under the fabric thereby touching the throbbing head before she slowly pulls his boxers down over his cock, only millimeters from her face. A shiver runs down his spine as he feels her breath on his pulsing cock and her fingers slipping between his legs until they cup his balls.
Softly his hand pulls her closer until her lips touch the shaft. A soft sigh escapes her mouth and her warm breath causes a new shiver to run down his spine. A moment she only rests her lips against his hot skin. He strokes her hair. Her soft lips move into a kiss-mouth, slowly she increases the pressure with which they rest against his hard shaft. Lost in the moment he feels it harden even more. As slowly as before, she releases the pressure as her lips soften again. His turn to increase pressure now, he decides, and presses his hand against her hair until he feels her skin under his fingers. Obediently she forms a kiss-mouth again.
A long moment she rests her mouth on his cock in a kissing posture, her warm, hasty breath caressing his skin. Encouraging her he moves his fingertips up and down on her head. Responding his gesture she moves her lips over his shaft. Only millimeters she moves them up and down, the sensation it stirs though, turns his breathing in a soft groan. She leans forward on her knees, glides her lips upwards until they rest on his throbbing head. Softly she presses them on the top, until they part and ease over his hot flesh. Her hair tickles the tiny part of his loins and his stomach not covered by his shirt and trousers. Torn between pushing her down and pulling his clothes away, he lifts his head, opens his eyes and gasps as he takes the sight in.
Gently he lifts his hips from the cushions, and not needing words to tell her what he wants, her hand on the right side, his on the left, they pull his trousers farther down. When he sets his behind back on the sofa, it is nearer to the edge and his balls are pressed in her hand. Accompanied by subtle moves of her lips, she eases her hand back until she is able to move her fingers and thumb; her fingers massage his balls tenderly while her thumb does the same with the base of his cock. Her other hand, half on his trousers, half on his skin, she gently kneads his thigh as she withdraws her lips from his head to kiss his shaft. Her head turned sideways, she plants little kisses all over his cock, alternating them with little licks of her hot tongue.