Paul was on display, and Kristina was thrilled!
She was also incredibly aroused. Seeing him nude except for the mask he wore over his eyes, nervous, yet so endearing as he did this for her — it moistened her pussy as she knew it would.
Wearing a sexy dress she had bought just for the occasion along with her own mask — which she had shopped for specifically to match the shade of red on the cocktail dress that hugged her waist and clung to her pert B-cup breasts as they jiggled, braless, whenever she chose to wiggle a certain way in order to tease Paul — Kristina smiled as she stood next to her handsome, naked boyfriend.
She wished she had a picture!
(The party rules forbade any picture-taking, but surely Paul would go along with taking a selfie when they drove back to the hotel after the party.
Damn!
Kristina thought.
I just
have
to get a picture!
)
Picture or not, it would be a night of incessant teasing every time she was near enough to whisper something in his ear:
"See that woman over there?" she said with a slight nod in the direction of the sharply dressed woman wearing a dressy pantsuit and white shirt unbuttoned just low enough for a fetching view of décolletage. "She asked me how long your cock gets when it's hard. She said she thinks your penis is lovely and must look amazing when you have an erection."
Paul darted his gaze toward the woman Kristina had indicated. She was gorgeous, maybe late 30s-early 40s, with a pretty face and cascading locks of luxurious, brunette hair.
In point of fact, the woman Kristina said had commented on Paul's cock was representative of all 20 or so women at this affair — dressed elegantly, hairstyles fetchingly cut and arranged, make-up understated yet perfectly matched to accent their pretty faces — this group of women, Kristina included, looked like the all-female Board for some high-powered company that had assembled after work hours at a swanky establishment, perhaps to toast the company's success in a recent venture.
Kristina was the only woman in a mask, one of the allowances made if a lady chose not to be known to others at the party. In almost all such cases, Kristina was told, the reason was because the masked lady was there with one of the nude males on display. Anonymity of both parties could thus ensure that none of the other women at the party would know — even in a chance encounter with the couple — that they had seen the man nude nor realize that the woman had chosen to display him. (Unless an adventurous woman who had displayed her man chose to reveal that in the chance meeting after one of these events.)
But not always. Some women liked showing off their men, and they liked the other women to see that they were the ones, and the only ones, who could play sexually with the men they brought, naked, to these gatherings.
This night Kristina had pushed herself — and Paul! — right up to the limit of what she would allow while keeping everything else involving either of them naked solely between Paul and herself. With both of them behind their own masks, no one at this party would ever recognize her or Paul. Neither of them had tattoos to distinguish visible body parts in everyday life, so they would never be recognized that way. Her chestnut brown hair; her slender, toned body; her infectious smile — they comprised a fetching package that was uniquely Kristina, but with no one able to see the top half of her face, she'd never be recognized by any of the men or women here.
Likewise for her handsome boyfriend, whose thick head of light brown hair and dimples were features of Paul's face that Kristina loved to look at as they framed his sexy brown eyes. But nobody here would see the way those features combined in a recognizable, unique, individual man. And even though everyone here
could
see all of him except for the top half of his face, they'd never recognize him anywhere away from this party because they'd never see the combination of his toned physique; his sexy abs; his lovely cock (that would be on display, Kristina knew, in all its length, girth, and pulsing glory before the night was over); and his gorgeous, rounded, firm butt — including the cute little birthmark she teased him about that rested just barely to the right of his asscrack.
Nobody but Kristina would ever see all of that and his face.
So it was a sexy, fun, safe playtime she was enjoying because her fantastic boyfriend had agreed to do this insane —
insanely sexy!
— thing for her in order to make a long-time fantasy of hers come true.
And she had selected the option to have others this evening know that she was accompanied by one of the men on display, without ever being able to recognize her, of course, due to the anonymity afforded by the mask covering the top half of Kristina's face.
Her name tag gave only the pseudonym she had chosen — all the women and men used pseudonyms — plus a notation underneath the pseudonym that read, "Accompanied by a nude male," in tasteful script.
It was then her choice whether or not to say which male was hers.
And of course she did! She would point Paul out as the male she was with, always delighted with the comments she received in reply — "My, my, my . . . you are a fortunate girl!" or maybe, "He is in such good shape, and you must have a lot of fun with him!" — but she never mentioned to these women the pseudonym she told "Gloria," the party organizer, the name she had selected for Paul for the evening.
Kristina wanted that to be a surprise to Paul, and she didn't want some woman here speaking it to him as they chatted with her naked boyfriend, appreciating the sight of his pretty cock and balls even if they couldn't appreciate the sight of his handsome face, hidden as it was behind his mask.
And it was such fun to observe as the women here approached him, talked to him, blatantly trailed their gazes down from his eyes to his penis. It was just as fun to let one of the women know that the handsome, buffed man with the equally handsome cock was her boyfriend.
Showing him off and knowing that the women knew he was hers, that he loved and trusted her so much that he was doing this because her sexual excitement and pleasure were important to him — Kristina couldn't imagine anything sexier. Her tummy clenched and her nipples tingled every time her attention was drawn back to Paul from her observation and enjoyment of the other naked men in the room.
She felt so sexy and so aroused and so in love with him every time she indicated to a woman which man was hers! The women always acknowledged her good fortune, but at that point the conversations often shifted away from the kind of comments she heard the women generally having about the men as they talked among themselves, enjoying the scenery. In those conversations, they often said things like:
"I like his abs. So sexy. He must work out a lot."
