Masquerade Surprise

Masquerade Surprise - 2

"Oh no!" Emmanuelle giggled at seeing her neighbor. "What are you doing here? Oh my God!" She didn't seem upset at all that it was Mary... only surprised. And her surprise seemed pleasant.

"I swear I didn't know it was you!" Mary said quickly, scared. "Oh my God! Your parents! If they found out about this... they would freak! Oh my God, what are you doing here?" Her mind was swimming with the consequences of their actions.

"What am I doing here?" Emmanuelle giggled.

Mary moved, pushing Emmanuelle off her lap, trying to distance herself from her. As Emmanuelle sat on the other end of the love seat, Mary grabbed a pillow and hugged it to her front, covering her nakedness. "I just... um... sweetie... oh my God. I just found an ad online and thought... you know... something different."

"Oh my God... I can't believe you're here," Emmanuelle smiled, biting her lip. How ironic that one of the women she'd admired and thought about all these years would suddenly be naked for her.

"How did you find out about this place?" Mary asked. "You... you've come to a lot of these?"

"I happened to be paid well to come to these," Emmanuelle said. "I'm paying my way through college with all the money I'm earning here."

"Oh God... maybe I should just leave." Mary said, scared. This girl was prostituting herself to go to college. What in the hell would her parents think?

"Are you alright? It's no big deal you know," Emmanuelle said, trying to comfort her.

"It's just... I'm your neighbor," Mary said. "And I'm practically your mother's age. You shouldn't see me... shit, you shouldn't even be with me like... like this."

Emmanuelle shook her head. "I see you exactly how I've always seen you... as a very sexy woman."

Mary smiled... comforted a little bit. "Sweetie... thank you... you're very sexy, too... it's just... I should probably go."

"But I've enjoyed my time with you tonight," Emmanuelle said. "And... I don't want to stop. I think you came here tonight because you wanted to get fucked... No relationship. No dating. No phone calls. No jealousy. You just wanted a night of pleasure... just like me. Women like us need to be fucked."

God! That was exactly what Mary wanted but she shook her head in denial. This was too much! "Stop it! Stop it! You're my neighbor and all... and... and you're an adult now... but it's just not right."

"What's so wrong about it?" Emmanuelle challenged her. "We're both adults and we're not related or anything. We're just two women that want to fuck."

"Stop it... oh my gosh," Mary said. "This is... this is crazy. You're my neighbor and we just fucked at a sex party. Your parents would kill me if they found out. They'd never forgive me. Ok?"

"I don't care. I know what I want. And I want you." Emmanuelle didn't seem to care that Mary was her neighbor... a woman that's she'd known for several years. She grabbed the pillow covering Mary and pulled on it, easily pulling it from her grasp. Mary's protests faded as Emmanuelle slid over and onto her lap again and began kissing her.

"I had no idea it was you," Mary whispered between kisses.

Emmanuelle sat up a moment and grabbed Mary's hand. She slid it between them and put it back on her pussy.

"God, you feel so good," Mary whispered, her fingers moving, sliding over the young woman's clit, sliding inside her. "You... you really liked fucking me? Stop, don't say anything. I don't wanna know," she said quickly, not wanting to hear something she'd regret.

"Yes... I really liked licking your pussy," Emmanuelle said, kissing her and playing with her nipples again. They were so rock hard and she loved how sensitive they were, how they made Mary react. "I loved making you cum in my mouth."

"But it's wrong," Mary said softly, sounding almost convinced, and moaned as Emmanuelle kissed her neck.

"I don't know about that. But we've already done it."

"I guess you're right," Mary agreed and moaned softly as Emmanuelle began licking her nipples again.

"We've already fucked once. We could just keep going," Emmanuelle smiled up at her. She slid to her knees on the floor between Mary's legs again. "Nobody knows us here," she said, sliding her hands along Mary's thighs, teasingly, pushing them apart to expose her beautiful pussy again. "Nobody knows you're my neighbor. They just see a hot young woman fucking a sexy older woman at a swingers party."

Emmanuelle bent forward and began licking her thighs again, so close to Mary's overheated pussy.

"What if... what if we just pretended we were other people," Mary offered. "What if you just pretended I was someone else, like before. And... I just pretended you were someone else."

"Is that what you want? To pretend?" Emmanuelle asked, sliding her tongue along Mary's pussy, flicking the tip over her clit. "Because I don't. I've wanted to fuck you for a long time and I'm more than happy to know I'm finally doing it."

"Oh my God... this is so wild," Mary said, watching Emmanuelle lightly lick and kiss her pussy. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

Emmanuelle smiled and sat up. "Well... it's time for you to do me. Come here... on the floor." Emmanuelle lay back, her legs bent and spread as her hand played in her pussy. Mary hesitated and looked around to see if anyone was watching them. When she looked back down to Emmanuelle, the young woman was wriggling her finger at her, wanting Mary to join her on the floor.

Mary slid the her knees and crawled the few feet to Emmanuelle. She sat on all fours beside Emmanuelle as the young woman palmed and squeezed her hanging breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples.

"Oh God... yes," Mary moaned softly. "If your parents ever found out that I fucked you, they'd never forgive me."

"Shh," Emmanuelle said. "Just go with it." She slid her hand down lower, between Mary's thighs, and slid over her pussy as Mary shivered. She slid first one finger, then a second inside, slowly fingering her.

Mary moaned. "Oh yes... Goddammit... that feels so good."

"Yeah? Finger me, too."

Mary licked her lips, eager to touch Emmanuelle but still a little scared. She then moved her hand down and slid over Emmanuelle's soft thigh. She felt Emmanuelle move her pussy closer, encouraging her to not waste any more time. Then she slid her own two fingers inside, the hot, wet flesh easily giving her entrance.

"Shove your fingers in me... yeah... yeah, that's it. Oh God, yeah. Fuck me! Fuck that feels so good." Both women were moaning now as each fingered the other. Emmanuelle saw movement nearby and looked to see a man and two women invite themselves into their section and sit on the nearby couch. The women were kissing and stroking the man's cock and each other as he sat back to enjoy them.

Mary saw them as well and whispered "Oh... this is so bad... so really bad."

"So deep, oh my God," Emmanuelle moaned, not caring that someone was watching them. "Fuck my pussy! Yeah, just like that. Fuck my pussy! Don't stop... just like that... Shove those fingers deep inside my pussy! Yes... God yes!

My whole body's shaking. Oh fuck."

Mary pumped her fingers in and out of Emmanuelle's slit, letting her palm rub her clit occasionally, making Emmanuelle squirm deliciously.

"Fuck I need your your tongue on me. I need to feel it on my clit so bad," Emmanuelle moaned. She repositioned herself so that Mary was between her legs now and lowered her hand to spread her pussy lips, inviting Mary to lick her. "Come here. Kiss your way down. All the way down."

Mary kissed her knee then moved lower, kissing her inner thigh, her tongue slithering out for a quick, occasional taste.

"Mmm... that's it. That's right," Emmanuelle said encouragingly. "Mmmm... Good girl."

Mary licked down her inner thigh, but stopped short of her pussy. She could smell her... could practically taste her. But she'd never done anything like this before. She wasn't sure she'd be any good at it. She wasn't sure she could actually please a woman.

But Emmanuelle wasn't going to let her stop. "Mmhmm... Don't stop. Don't be afraid."

Mary kissed lower, until her lips touch Emmanuelle's labia. Emmanuelle was so excited they were open and engorged, ready to be given pleasure. She kissed them softly.

"There you go... that's it," Emmanuelle said, encouraging her. The way Emmanuelle's breath caught when she spoke told Mary she was doing well. "Use your tongue... just the tip... just the tip... right on my clit. Little circles... right there. You can go slow. Yes... take your time on my pussy."

"Fuck you taste so good," Mary whispered.

Emmanuelle groaned. "Oh yes... that nice hard tongue on me... that's it. Such a naughty girl, aren't you? I like it right there.... mmhmm."

Mary circled her clit and then sucked on her labia, slightly biting her meaty flesh. Then, sensing Emmanuelle wasn't going to last much longer, sucked and licked on her clit again.

"Ah, yes Mary... Fuck... Mary," Emmanuelle moaned loudly. "That feels really good. Oh, my kitty... you're making me purr. Don't stop... keep going... don't stop... that's right. Make me cum. You're going to, I promise. Just keep going. Just keep going. Oh... I love just what you're doing. Oh my God right fucking there... Yeah... keep going... keep going..."

Emmanuelle reached down and grabbed Mary's head with one hand, pulling her into her pussy as she panted hard and lifted her hips. In seconds she came, flooding Mary's mouth with her juices, and covering her face. "Fuck... yes... God yes," she panted.

Mary smiled up at her, her face still an inch from Mary's pussy. She could see it spasm in response to her orgasm. "Was that ok?"

Emmanuelle smiled broadly. "Fucking better than ok." She sat up and pulled Mary into a kiss.

"Great job, ladies," the man on the couch said, clapping lightly. "That was fucking hot!"

Both Mary and Emmanuelle looked up at him in surprise. It wasn't normal for a voyeur to actually talk. The man was sitting up, bent forward towards them while the two women sat next to him, watching the whole scene. His black mask hid his face well.

"Fuck yeah. So fucking kinky for you... Mary," he said with a strange look on his face. It sent a chill down Mary's spine. He knew her name.

"You liked that?" Emmanuelle asked.

"Hell yeah I did! You guys are hot together. You're... Emmanuelle, right? Susan and Jacob's kid."

"Um... you can just call me Cat," Emmanuelle said, wondering who this guy was. Something was wrong. "And you are?"

"Me? Hmmm... you don't know?" he said, sounding amused. "Oh, I guess this mask is really good. You really should have left your masks on."

Mary looked over to see her mask lying on the ground beside them. There was something about this guy that she told her he was trouble. She realized now that it was a mistake to take their masks off.

"I think we're going to be really good friends from now on," he said.

"And, why do you say that?" Mary asked.

He lifted his mask for a moment and both Mary and Emmanuelle gasped.

"Bob... Middleton?" Mary asked.

He smiled and replaced his mask. "Yeah, that's right."

Emmanuelle was first to beg his silence. "You can't tell my parents. They don't know that I do stuff like this. They'd never understand."

"I know," he said. "They think you're such a good girl... an artist or something as I recall... certainly not such a filthy slut. I have to admit that, before tonight, I saw you that way, too... a good, little, innocent neighbor girl."

"Oh my God... how did you find this place?" Mary asked.

"Well... that's not important right now, is it? What's important is that the way you two went at it, both of your pussy's must be so fucking good."

"No... no..." Mary said. "No one can find out we were here. Just pretend we're just a couple of people at a Halloween sex party and leave it at that, ok?"

"Well... we can... as long as I get what I want," he said. He looked at the two women with him. "Why don't you two go get some drinks." The two stood and left, leaving Bob alone with them.

"And what is it that you want?" Mary asked.

Bob sat back on the couch. "I have to admit, I love this party. This is my fourth time here, but... this time has certainly been eye opening. Jamie is a good wife and mother, but... not so hot and exciting in bed."

Emmanuelle and Mary looked at each other, both with a good idea for where this was heading.

"And it can be expensive to hire someone... or go to parties like this," he continued. "I'm thinking we can have our own little neighborhood parties. Say... at Mary's house. It is rather convenient, snuggled right in the middle. That is... unless you want me to say something about... this... this party and your... um... time together."

"Oh God... we're in trouble," Mary said, shaking her head. She couldn't believe she was in this position.

"You're not going to say anything to my parents," Emmanuelle said, sounding threatening.

Bob smiled at her. "I never thought I'd see you like this. In all your glory."

"I shouldn't be here," Mary said, grabbing her mask and costume off the floor and covering herself up. She brought her knees to her chest and hugged her legs tightly.

Emmanuelle stood, defiantly, and began swaying to the music, dancing for him. "You know... you're just like all the other men here, Bob," she said, sliding her hands over her body, cupping her breasts in offering. "You just want to look at me... like this... before we go back home and I turn back into your innocent neighbor... that plain woman that you fantasized about but couldn't touch."

"Mmm... you are definitely hot to look at," he said.

"You like looking at me like this... like the filthy whore that I am? Don't you?" Emmanuelle turned around to show Bob her ass and to address Mary. "Go," she whispered to Mary. "Get out of here. I got this." She turned back around and approached Bob, sliding into his lap to give him a lap dance.

Mary watched Bob grab her hips, sliding his hands over her body. She stood getting ready to leave, but stayed, still concerned about Emmanuelle. She didn't need to feel the brunt of this. Certainly Bob wouldn't say anything to her parents, would he?

"You want me to fuck you, don't you, Bob?" Emmanuelle asked, putting her breasts in his face. "Huh? Is that what you want?"

Bob moaned. "Oh fuck! You're such a bad girl. I've never seen you like this before."

"Tell me something, Bob," Emmanuelle said, burying his face between her breasts. "If I was just a stranger, would you want to fuck me like this? Huh? Would you want to fuck me? Or is the fact that I'm your neighbor turn you on?" With Bob's eye's occupied, she looked at Mary and flicked her hand, indicating that she needed to leave.

Mary dashed towards the exit, dressed, and left for home. She was so scared, with no idea how she was going to be able to face Emmanuelle's parents at dinner tomorrow.

*****

She wanted to call Susan Convers and tell her that she was sick... tell her that she had to work... tell her... something. Anything that would get her out of going to dinner. On one hand, she felt scared that they would find out that she fucked their daughter... that Bob would somehow tell. On the other hand, she felt scared in a good way, scared of what might happen if she was alone with Emmanuelle again.

In the middle of the afternoon, she took a trip to a nearby winery and bought a bottle of wine that would pretty much go with anything. One that was was affordable but on the higher end of the scale. She knew how they liked their wines.

She changed into a blue cocktail dress, knee length, with a V-neckline that showed a hint of cleavage. And she slipped on her strappy two-inch heels that her deceased husband loved because they made her legs and ass look exceptional. With everything perfect, she walked across the lawn to the neighbors house and rang the doorbell.

The door was open and she could hear the conversation and laughter from inside. Susan walked to the door to greet her.

"Mary! Welcome! Please come in," Susan said cheerfully, holding the door open for Mary to enter.

"Thank you for inviting me. This is for you," Mary said, handing her the wine bottle with both hands.

"Mmm... I love Syrahs... thank you!" Susan said, giving her a light hug and kiss on the cheek. "Please, join us in the dining room." Susan led her down the hallway to the dining room. At the table, Jacob sat with his back to her and, on one side of the table were a beautiful older couple that she didn't know.

Although older, they were beautiful. The man had to be as old as her parents, but definitely looked younger and more fit. He wore a loose, white, button-down, with a couple of the buttons undone to show off his tanned chest. He face was tanned, his hair silver, and he had a million-dollar smile.

The woman was dressed in a long, white dress, with a low-cut neckline, and thin shoulder straps. Her skin was dark as well, amplified by the whiteness of her dress.

"Mary, I'd like to introduce you to Antonio and Maria Scarpini," Susan said. Antonio stood, his old-school manners still showing.

"Ah, your neighbor. Lovely to meet you Mary," he said.

"Yes, lovely to meet you," Maria said softly, smiling up at her, her eyes twinkling.

"Thank you. You, too," she said. She felt a little overwhelmed being in the presence of four adults that were the age of her parents. By the looks and sounds of things, though, they were educated and worldly, and their attitude helped make her feel more at ease.

"Please... you can sit here, beside Emmanuelle," Susan said, pulling out a chair from the beautifully decorated dining room table. "Antonio and Jacob are long time friends from college."

"Only he quit school, the bum," Jacob laughed.

Antonio laughed, as if this wasn't the first time he'd heard that jibe. "Yes... if only I had stayed in college, maybe I would have made something of my life."

"Maybe you'd be a billionaire by now," Jacob laughed.

"With a lot more headaches, too. I'm very happy where I ended up," he said, raising Maria's hand to his lips and kissing the back of it.

"What do you do with yourself all day long, Mary. Jacob said it was accounting or something."

Mary was a little embarrassed that the spotlight was on her, but she answered his questions with ease. They were't accusatory or probing. He seemed to be honestly trying to get an idea of who she was, professionally and personally.

Emmanuelle appeared while they were talking and sat beside Mary. Mary shivered slightly at seeing her. She wore a lovely black dress with heels and looked so prim and proper. It was such a different sight than her nakedness just last night.

"Emmanuelle, as always, you look ravishing," Antonio said, standing once again and kissing the back of her hand.

"Thank you, Uncle A," she said, sliding into her seat as easily as she slid into Mary's lap. "Hi," she said, looking at Mary.

Mary licked her lips and swallowed. "Hi."

Mary then felt a little relief. Since Emmanuelle had recently entered, the conversation and questions moved to her. "How's school going, Em?" Maria asked.

"Really good, thank you. I graduate next year. But I'm happy to be home for the summer. School can be so... boring."

Everyone laughed. "It's only boring because you're doing the right thing and studying," Susan said.

"Yes... I'm definitely doing that," Emmanuelle said, taking a sip of wine. "I just can't wait until I don't have to do that anymore."

"Just keep those grades up so you can keep that scholarship," Jacob said. "That school's not cheap."

"Tell them about the gallery showing, Em," Susan said, looking pretty excited about it.

"A gallery showing?" Antonio said.

"Well, it's not that huge of a deal," Emmanuelle said, "but the art gallery on campus is showing several of my pieces over the entire summer. It's a pretty big honor. Only the work of five students are shown."