Masked Desires (2 page)

"What are you doing?" she whispered in a panic.

"Shh... I'm sorry. We shouldn't be in here. It should just be for a minute."

She could feel his breath hot against her ear and caressing her neck. Her head swam again, although this time she knew it had more to do with his proximity than the amount she'd had to drink. His hands still held her in place one on each arm even though she didn't dare to move. She could feel the hardness of his body against her back. She resisted the urge to lean back into him and let his body envelope her.

Through the small slats in the closet door, she had limited view of the bedroom. Two masked bodies giggled and kissed and held close to each other.

"We shouldn't stay here," she whispered but as she made a move to open the door, Adam stopped her with his large hand over hers. She stifled the sound that came out of her throat elicited by the simple touch of his hand to hers.

"If we give them a minute, they may leave."

Although she felt slightly claustrophobic pressed so tightly into his body in the cramped space, she closed her eyes and concentrated on making her breaths even while she said a silent prayer that the others who had invaded their space would disappear quickly so they could leave the confines of the closet unnoticed. Only moments ago, Adam had been so close to kissing her. She hoped the moment had not been ruined.

Opening her eyes again, she was startled to find that the couple had almost completely undressed. Adam's breaths had grown uneven and she knew that he was fully engaged in watching the other couple. Absently, his hands trailed lightly over her waist and she felt her panties dampen with anticipation. She could easily imagine herself in the other woman's place. His hands moved up slightly and brushed along the underside of her breasts and she froze, but not because his touch was uninvited, but rather because she'd managed to catch a glimpse of the woman who occupied the bed. It was Jenna! Clara was envious of the beautiful body belonging to her friend. She would recognize that body anywhere.

Clara's breath caught in her throat and although she didn't want to intrude on her friend's privacy, she couldn't turn away. The man with Jenna slowly tugged on her panties until she lay stretched out completely naked in the bed wearing only her mask. Obviously finding his own mask too intrusive, her companion shoved it to the side before diving into the space between Jenna's thighs where her moans made it clear that she enjoyed having him.

"I can't watch this," Clara whispered trying to turn around in the small space. She couldn't allow herself to feel so aroused while watching her friend. All the same, she couldn't take her eyes off of her, no matter how wrong. She managed to turn her body in the cramped space so that she would no longer have the ability to watch her friend, putting her face to face with Adam.

Adam's lips claimed hers and she melted into them, so soft and inviting. His tongue parted her lips, testing the waters before taking her with more force. He turned her so that her back hit the side of the closet and pressed into her body slightly.

"Oh," she gasped out loud despite their efforts to remain quiet, lest they be discovered. He sealed her mouth again, hungry and eager to devour her.

"One night. I never need to know your full name or identity," he whispered in her ear before leaving a trail of tender kisses along her neck.

"No," she protested as the realization took hold of what he was suggesting, "I couldn't. Not here. Not like this."

"Okay, you're right. I'm sorry," Adam whispered breathlessly, trying to put space between them.

She turned her head at the sound of Jenna's moans and witnessed the heaving of her chest and and the glistening of her skin as Jenna surrendered to the orgasm that ripped through her body. Desperately, Clara wanted to feel that freedom and passion for her own. The intensity of that desire had blossomed out of control. As Clara watched, Jenna switched places with her companion and took his hard shaft into her mouth eager to reciprocate.

Clara reached out and grabbed Adam's face, pulling it back to her own and kissing him with a passion that she'd never before felt. Adam hesitated and tried to pull back to break the bond between them but Clara held on, insisting on his touch. He didn't need any further convincing. His hands moved to the zipper on the back of her dress, slowly pulling it down until her dress dropped easily into a heap around her feet. One large hand circled her breast, pushing away the fabric of her bra until he had contact with her taut nipple. His mouth moved from her face to her nipple, teasing and circling the bud with his tongue as she grasped his hair in her fingers. She reached awkwardly behind her to unclasp the bra and let it fall away into the darkness. Both of his hands stroked and caressed her newly bared flesh, teasing and tempting while devouring every inch.

When he straightened to reclaim her mouth, her hands sought his belt. She fumbled with uncertainty and hoped that her lack of experience wasn't obvious as she managed to unfasten him and release the button. His hands cupped her behind as she lowered the zipper, her fingers brushing lightly against the rigid form straining against his underwear. His pants dropped loosely down to his knees leaving him in only his shirt and a pair of boxers with an impressive tent. She cupped him lightly and he groaned against her while simultaneously crushing his pelvis into hers.

Dropping to his knees, his hands smoothed down the length of her bare thighs making her body quiver in anticipation. She'd almost completely forgotten the couple in the bed, their moans and movements only adding to the heightened sensation she felt when her own companion's tongue slid into her belly button until her knees threatened to give in. He stroked her inner thigh from the back of her knee all the way to the wetness between her legs, lingering just long enough to make her shudder as his fingertips stroked her through her panties.

"Are you sure?" he asked as he lowered his face to inhale her musky scent.

There was no more question. Her need overpowered her ability for rational thought and the longer she spent in this enclosed space with him, the less control she exhibited over her own thoughts and behavior. Without answering, she reached down and shoved her panties to her knees, lifting one leg at a time to remove them as they continued their descent down her legs. She was left with his warm breath only inches away from the most intimate part of her body and she couldn't fathom not feeling the tender caress of his tongue explore her crevices. She sighed as he lifted one of her legs and hooked it over his shoulder, opening her body to him. His tongue flicked over the sensitive bud sending electrical currents coursing through her. He treated her as a delicacy to be savored, darting in and out of her opening as he held her firmly in place. She threaded her fingers through his hair and tried desperately not to make a sound no matter the amount of pleasure that possessed her body. Just when she felt as though she couldn't take any more, he inserted one finger and stroked her inner walls while he continued to lick and nibble her from the outside.

So desperately she wanted to tear the mask from his face and look into the eyes of the man who pleased her body so expertly but part of the magic of this moment was the anonymity between them. She could imagine he was anyone. He inserted a second finger and she stifled a moan as the waves of pleasure began to tear through her.

"I need to fuck you," he whispered as he kissed his way back up the length of her glistening, hot flesh. She could barely catch her breath. She felt him bend down to find his pants and a part of her seized in panic, afraid that she'd somehow offended him by not responding quickly enough.

"Please," she whispered.

A quick peek between the slats of the door confirmed that the other two had already culminated in erotic bliss and lay listless but happy in each other's arms. Jenna stroked the length of her companion's flat abdomen and kissed his nose. Clara felt a swell of emotion. She suspected that this wasn't the first time Jenna had enjoyed the company of this particular man and she wondered why she'd never heard anything about him before. She was about to reach down to gather her dress when her own companion pinned her to the wall taking both her arms easily in one hand and extending them over her head. For a moment Clara thought that Jenna's eyes looked knowingly at the closet door but surely it was only her imagination.

Instantly, Clara's body responded to the pressure of Adam's touch, flushing with renewed desire as he took his mouth against hers and kissed deeply. She hadn't even noticed the tear of the condom package but he used his free hand now to sheathe his erection. Clara attempted to tug her arms free but he was much stronger than she'd realized and he managed to hold her in place with little effort.

He cupped her sex, considerably less gentle now, letting his fingers slide between the slippery folds before grazing her inner thigh and pinning her leg around his waist.

"Oh god," she whispered as she felt him ease into her, stretching and filling her to capacity. He took her other leg and wrapped it around his waist, fully supporting her weight as he let go of her wrists and gripped her behind with both of his hands.

There was little else that Clara could do than hold on. She opened her body to him completely, allowing him to take her fast and hard, reveling in the fact that he was using her body for his own pleasure now. In and out he continued to fill her until she lost all sense of where they were. All that mattered was his body moving against hers and the fact that he never let go. She'd never felt anything quite like it and although she wasn't experienced, she knew that he had a natural ability to give pleasure as much as he took it. Already, she could feel the tension of her muscles as her body prepared for what promised to be another blinding orgasm. She gripped his strong shoulders to brace herself while his body tensed in response.

He grunted and groaned as he took her faster, urging them both closer to the finish. Clara wondered why she'd ever shunned away from feeling the pure primal bliss that sex offered. All the years she'd stayed on the sidelines while Jenna bragged of her latest conquest, she had never truly understood what she was missing out on. No more, she thought, as her nails dug into his flesh and ripped across his back. She couldn't hold it back any longer. She let out a loud moan as Adam managed to hit her most sensitive spots and create a tidal wave of ecstasy between them. She was so close to what she knew would be one of the biggest releases she'd ever experienced.

She smoothed wayward hair from her sweaty face aware only of their panting in the darkness until suddenly the light invaded their private retreat.

"What the ...?"

Clara  gasped and slipped out of Adam's arms, fumbling for anything to cover her naked flesh. Jenna stood with the closet door open, a look of surprise showing through the mask, and her beautiful blonde hair a swirling mess around her head after her own exertions.

"It's not what it looks like," Clara mumbled. Her companion held her protectively behind him covering his privates with a blouse he'd grabbed from a hanger.

"Oh really?" Jenna did not sound convinced, "And you were watching us?"

Clara thought she might die from embarrassment. She didn't know if Jenna recognized her or not but if she did, she feared the friendship would not survive the evening.

"Well, isn't this cozy," Jenna's lover commented, "Come out and join us. Can I get you a drink?"

Feeling no need to dress, the man walked around to a counter where he poured them each a fresh drink. As though nothing unusual had happened, he walked over to the closet and offered one to Clara. Not knowing what else to do, she took the drink.

"Clara?" Jenna whispered, leaning in close.

"I'm so sorry," Clara mumbled in response.

"Well, well, I'll be." Jenna looked from Clara to her companion and back to Clara again assessing the situation, "I never realized what a naughty little girl you really were. Always pretending to be so innocent."

"I never meant to watch."

"But you did anyway. So tell me, did you enjoy it?"

Clara felt her face flush. Her body still burned with arousal. She'd been so close and although she'd never admit to Jenna how much watching her had affected her, she didn't need to. Jenna could see it in her eyes and Clara knew by the way she assessed her naked body, that she liked the fact that she'd been watched.

Jenna took Clara by her free hand and coaxed her out of the closet. Determined to preserve her modesty, Clara didn't let go of the dress she'd managed to pull from a hanger in the process. It did little, however to hide her as she moved into the light of the room. Jenna's friend came up behind her putting his hands on her shoulder and stroking lightly.

"Clara, this is my good friend, Jacob," Jenna said indicating the man standing behind her, "He owns this house."

"Oh my goodness, I ..."

"Nice to meet you," he interrupted and then he lowered his face to Clara's and gave her a sensual kiss. Despite all her efforts to remain composed, Clara felt the need in her core rekindle.

"You have a beautiful home," she said trying to regain her composure once he'd let go.

"Thank you." He moved around behind Clara and caressed her breast, squeezing it with warm hands. His other hand stroked her belly and grazed the upper region of her pubic hair.

"Oh!" Clara squealed as he reached down and slipped a finger between the folds of her sex. There was no pretending that his touch did not affect her as he glided easily through the slippery wetness.