Masked

INSIDE THE EROTIC WRITER

The part that was the strangest to her was that she had not seen his eyes.

The part that was the strangest to her was that she had not seen his eyes. That was uncharted territory for her…

The theme for the cocktail party was masquerade. Odile had one of her many little black dresses, topped with a decadent black mask that she got at a vintage shop. A man wearing a tuxedo without the bowtie and a gorgeous mask that covered two-thirds of his face appeared next to her.

What she saw made her want to see more of him?

They were standing near the bar, where she admired the way his tuxedo accentuated his body. She was surprised that she felt herself get wet, startled because she did not recognize it at first. Not until the first bit of gin filled her chest. His elbow brushed hers, and she felt the contact zing through her entire body. He looked at her briefly, and although her cocktail dress provided more décolletage than she would show during the day, it was not that provocative. But when the masked gentleman looked at her and she saw his eyes linger in the direction of the swell of her bust with her peripheral vision, she felt completely nude.

She carried her gin and tonic with lime to a corner where she planned to play the wallflower she usually was and sip her drink slowly. The masked gentleman cornered her and instead of feeling like prey, she felt herself grow wetter. He had gotten her wet when she did not even know what his eyes looked like. When she did not even know what his face looked like.

He smelled of cigarette smoke and gin. She smiled out of nervousness, but it sufficed for a greeting. His lips moved in what could be construed as a smile, as he took a sip of his drink.

“I want to tell you a story…” He said when he swallowed.

Odile looked at him with raised eyes, almost embarrassed at how her chest heaved.

“Is it storytime? I thought this was an adult party?” She stood up straight, took a sip of her drink, and looked at him.

“I want to tell you a very…adult story…”

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