Me and My Nevus
Copyright© 2022 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 4: At the Masquerade Ball
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 4: At the Masquerade Ball - Nora has felt she was ugly and was therefore hated for her whole life, and she's socially isolated. But her hot sister and sister's (supersexy lesbian) friend plot together to crack Nora's shell. And then, at the pool wearing too-small suits, Nora meets Paul. Smitten, he doesn't see her as flawed, and Nora melts. There's been a bad accident, but that leads to a new life with money, beauty, sex, and love.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft ft/ft Fa/ft Teenagers Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction School Incest Mother Sister Daughter Oral Sex
For the rest of my life, I will never forget that Halloween night. I socialized and danced with several older men. There were the inevitable vampires, a musketeer, a King, a Queen (“Indulge me, please, you’re so pretty and this is for charity”), and Pharaoh Ramses II (shirtless, ooh!). They all treated me respectfully, warmly, and with patience—allowing for my wobbly dancing. Three of them asked for my number to see me again, but I regretfully declined. My excuse was that I was leaving the area and would therefore not be available.
I needed the excuse, because in any future meetings I would be maskless. I felt such a “naked” encounter would be a cruel joke to play on a man who was expecting to see a beautiful young woman. And I would feel horrible pain watching a man that I fancied turn away from me in disgust.
Better that I stay mysterious, for this one night.
Towards the end of the masquerade ball, I was sitting and talking with the Pharaoh, and feeling flirtatious.
“Forgive me, Your Majesty, but I’m going to be a little forward.”
“By all means.”
I placed my palm against his smooth muscular chest. I had been discreetly ogling his six-pack all night.
“Ah, Mighty Ramses, I am glad to have met you. If I can attend this event next year, I will bring my asp and be your Cleopatra for the evening.”
“Delilah, this has already happened. I’ve been watching your truly spectacular asp all evening in that slinky dress you’re wearing. Now that we have talked, I would love to see you again! Can I call you?”
I gave him my “leaving the area” excuse. But he pressed.
“Oh, I’m sorry. It’s not realistic. Sadly, I must decline. I’ve had such a wonderful time tonight, and I’m so glad to have met you. Good night!”
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