Every Halloween, my college fraternity holds a "Masquerade Weekend." The theme follows that of an old English ball and days before, we would all go into a frenzy of activity getting everything ready. We hoped that a departure from the Roman orgies most other houses hosted would be a real success with the women on campus.

This past year, we decorated the lawn and garden with streamers of lights, and tried to make the atmosphere as romantic as possible. The weather was perfect and a steady stream of lovely damsels showed up, but none of them really caught my attention. That is, until I saw this gorgeous blonde walk in... a vision of loveliness who wore a tight-fitting white silk gown that set off her slender figure to perfection. Her entire face-except for her sensuous red lips and shimmering blue eyes-was hidden by a mask. When our eyes met for the first time, she literally took my breath away.

I asked her to dance, and the sparks flew as soon as our fingers touched. As she moulded herself against me, an instant erection tented the front of my pants. Her warmth and her body language told me that the feelings were mutual. I could feel heat radiating from her pussy beneath her gown.

She pressed her groin against mine, and we were practically dry-humping right on the dance floor. Her hands, hidden by the full folds of her dress, reached down and stroked the length of my hardening shaft through the thin material of my trousers. My cockhead strained for her pussy lips, the first drops of pre-come easing from its tip.