Chapter 1

We met a couple of years ago at a Valentine’s Day masquerade party. She was there with a girlfriend and I had gone to the party alone. I had noticed her from across the room when her girlfriend had “hooked up” with a guy for the night and was telling Tracy she was leaving with him. She wasn’t real happy about being left at the party, but they had both come to find someone to spend the night with and Tracy’s girlfriend had beat her to it. So she sat there at the table by herself.

As soon as her girlfriend had left, I made my move. I usually don’t like picking up girls in a bar setting, truth be told I’m not the best at it. But that night I felt pretty comfortable behind my mask. Of course she was wearing a mask as well so it was a bit of a gamble, but this was a party after all and to leave the party without someone would suck more than one misplaced romantic night. Walking over to her, I stopped in front of her table. “I see your friend has left you here by yourself. Would you like a little company?” I asked her.

“I suppose so,” she said, not terribly enthusiastically. I ordered us a couple more drinks and sat down. The rules for the party was that everyone had to keep their masks on until the stroke of midnight when we would all take them off. So with our masks in place, we began to talk and get to know each other.

We couldn’t give out our full names, only our first names, so we talked about the regular sort of things ... you know, what we did for a living, how long we had lived in the area, the general getting to know you stuff. I learned she was married, but hubby was a long-haul trucker and was on the road at the time, which is why her and her girlfriend were at the party.

I told her I was a contractor for a local construction company and we were currently building a bunch of houses in a new housing subdivision. She said she liked guys who worked with their hands (she had no idea the ramifications of that statement at the time!) and was impressed that I was in the construction trade.

As we sat and talked, we found out that we had a lot of things in common. And despite the rather cool start, we began to get along really well. We talked and laughed and were doing great. I was actually starting to think this party wasn’t such a bad thing after all. We spent the next three hours together and had a couple drinks a piece (neither of us were looking to get too wasted that night) and enjoyed the party. We danced several times and had a really good time together.

Soon though, midnight approached and according to the directions of our host, we all stood up facing our “partner” (those without a partner at that time picked someone). At the stroke of midnight everyone took off their masks to reveal who they were.

She wanted me to go first, and so I took off my mask. I saw her perfect red lips curl into a broad smile as she saw her companion for the first time. She was obviously pleased with her choice. That was a good sign.

“Now it’s your turn,” I told her. I saw a bit of blush under the edges of her mask and her eyes lowered. She reached up to remove her mask and then it was my turn to smile.

Tracy was a very lovely woman, about 28 years old, with shoulder-blade length, wavy blond hair, soft blue eyes, and a smile that would melt your heart. She had a soft calming voice with just enough sex appeal to make you want to pay attention to her every word.

“Well, what do you think?” she asked, and it was then that I realized I hadn’t said anything yet!

I was afraid of what my voice might sound like if I spoke, so I answered her question in a different way. I reached up and took her soft face in my hands and leaned forward kissing her passionately. Tracy responded almost instantly by putting her arms around my neck and pulling me to her.

She didn’t have to pull hard either, I was more than willing to get closer to her and she, in turn, melted into me. We kissed for a long, long time, both of us happy we had come to the party and even happier that we had found each other there.

We broke the kiss finally and stood there swaying softly to the music with our foreheads touching and our lips mere inches apart, just in case we wanted seconds on that kiss. I could hear her panting and I could sense her heart beating rapidly. I knew mine was.

“Want to get out of here?” I asked her.

“Yes” she gasped, still breathless from the kiss.

I took her hand and led her back to the table where we picked up our coats and her pocketbook and we left the party, thanking our hostess properly. I took her to my car and seated her then took my seat and drove back to my place, which was only a short drive from the party.

Tracy sat in her seat quietly and I could tell there was something on her mind. But she never said anything in protest so I continued driving until we got to my house. We pulled up to the front of my house and I got out coming around to open her door and help her to stand. She smiled at my chivalry and accepted my hand.

As I pulled her up she stumbled slightly, falling forward into my arms. I still say she did so on purpose, but intentional or not, I took advantage of the situation to kiss her once more. Since my car can’t be seen from the street when it’s parked, I used that detail as well.

As I kissed her, I slid my hand down her back and over her well-rounded ass, cupping and squeezing one firm cheek. She gasped and I slid my tongue deep into her partially open mouth. Tracy moaned softly and pressed herself to me welcoming my kiss and my advances.

I took the girl into the house after that and we left a trail of clothing scattered across the living room floor and down the hall as we made our way to the bedroom. By the time I closed the bedroom door, she was left in only her bra panties and stockings. I had only my pants and boxers remaining on me.

Tracy walked over to the bed and crawled into the center laying on her back with her hand out to me. I quickly joined her, crawling onto the bed and over to her side. She looked up at me and I saw her eyes darting back and forth as if waiting for a word or action from me. I didn’t make her wait very long.

Sitting there beside her, I reached down and took hold of her bra, unfastening the front hook. I laid the two halves to the sides, exposing her lovely, firm breasts. She had the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen, capped off with pink, hard, button nipples that stood proudly reaching up to me, aching to be kissed. I leaned over and softly brushed my lips lightly across her nipples in turn, causing her to moan and arch her back.

Tracy pulled my head down onto her nipple, and I took her throbbing bud into my mouth licking and sucking and nipping it gently with my teeth. I flicked my tongue over her nipples and she groaned her approval. I bit down gently on her bud and she moaned loudly

“Yesss ... bite my nipples! Oh god!” she moaned as she squirmed under me. So I began feasting on her tender nipples and the soft milky flesh of her globes. Tracy reached out and gathered the sheets in her fists, moaning and twisting as her passions burst into a raging flame.

I spent some time chewing on her nipples sucking them and biting her tender breast flesh. And she loved the attention “the girls” got! I could smell her hunger and I could feel the desire as if it was a blanket covering her. Tracy was an inferno, a bubbling cauldron of sexual lust, at full boil and looking to boil over at any time.

I left her heaving breasts temporarily kissing each as a promise to soon return, and headed for that cauldron. She still wore her panties although by now they had been stained and soaked through with her pussy juices. I raised her knees and smiling wickedly, pulled them wide apart quickly. Tracy gasped, then giggled at her obvious condition.

I positioned myself closer to her crotch and as I knelt there, I began tracing my finger across her pussy over her panties. I traced the outline of her pussy lips and rubbed lightly across her clit. She raised her hips to get me to press harder, she wanted to feel my fingers, but as she did I pulled back just enough to keep contact but not give her the satisfaction she wanted. She fell back on the bed frustrated and I began again. lightly teasing her as she spread her legs wider.

“Rick, please...” she whined, making me smile. I scooted back a bit, then leaned forward. I knew Tracy thought I was about to go down on her and I would, just not right away! First I stuck my face down close to her sopping wet panties and inhaled deeply, savoring her musky scent. She moaned when I did that, the idea of me taking in her sexual aroma turning her on even more.

With her moaning encouragement, I stepped things up a notch. I leaned closer and took a long slow lap at her panty-covered pussy, tasting her on her own underwear. And I made sure she could feel what I was doing as well!

“Ohhh GOD!” Tracy moaned as she spread her legs wider for me. I smiled to myself and bit the inside of one thigh, then kissed it. I bit the other thigh and kissed it. Then I gently kissed her pussy through her panties.

“Rick, please, I need you!” she whimpered. She thrust her hips up a couple times, as if fucking the air, to emphasize her point. I, too, was getting a bit impatient, but there was still an act or two left before we got to the main event! I reached up to her hips and helped her out of her soaked panties and after taking one more deep sniff, I tossed them onto the floor with what was left of her clothes.