Under the Mask I

Where is it? Where…? Ah, here we are. Can’t forget that.

I secure the mask to my face and take one last look in my car mirror. I look pretty good, all things considered. I mean, it’s pretty hard to pull off a creepy doll mask… even if the pigtails and red lipstick help brighten it up a bit. But honestly, this is the most fun I’ve had dressing up for a party… ever.

I make my way to the front door of what I can only describe as an abandoned mansion. I have no idea who owns this place… the party invite was forwarded to me by a coworker, and my best friend… even my ex’s sister texted me to see if I was going.

A horror-movie-classics Halloween party. Dress code: 80s to early 2000s horror.

I’m so curious to see what waits for me inside.

“Password?”

“I know what you did last summer.”

The door swings open and a man in a very realistic Freddy Krueger mask ushers me inside.

The bass from the music vibrates in my chest as I make my way to the middle of the dance floor. The strobe lights flash white and red as I catch glimpses of bodies moving together to the beat.

A woman with long black hair draped in front of her face and a ripped shirt reaches out for me, and I make my way towards her, weaving my way through the crowd.

Her hands settle around my waist as a man with tight spirals painted in bright red on his cheeks joins us. I grind against them both, feeling her behind me and him in front of me.

Everywhere I look, horror masks and villainous creatures dance around me. I can feel my heart racing in my chest—a combination of the loud music and the creepy vibe of this place.

The woman behind me gives my hip a squeeze before disappearing into the crowd with a man dressed as a vampire. I motion to the man in front of me that I’m heading to get a drink at the bar, and leave him.

Pushing my way through the crowd, I’m suddenly stopped in my tracks by a man in all black. He’s wearing a Ghostface mask and the long-sleeved shirt he’s wearing is pulled tight across his chest.

His hand reaches up to me and he twirls one of my pigtails around his fingers. His head turns to the side, as if asking me a question.

I step closer to him, reaching up and taking his hand in mine. I wrap his arm around me, letting him pull me in closer.

“I like your mask!”

His hands settle on my lower back as we start to move together to the music. I trail my fingers up and down his chest as his hands move lower.

“What’s your name? Or should I be asking what your favorite horror movie is? ”

He presses one finger to the mouth on his mask and pulls me closer. His hands are moving lower, until he squeezes my ass with one hand while the other slowly slides up to my neck.

His touch is soft, but intentional. There’s something about him that draws me in, I feel like I’m holding my breath as his fingers gently move down my throat, my chest, slowly down my stomach…

There’s something about the way he feels, the way he smells, the way his fingers are moving across my body… it’s familiar, but I don’t know how.

The silence between us adds to the thrill of his hands wandering around my body in the middle of the dance floor. I can’t help myself…

I turn around in his arms, pressing my back to him. I take his hands in mine and move them to cup my breasts through my dress as I slowly grind into him.

I can feel his hardness pressing against me as I slowly move one of his hands down my body, between my legs. I let him tease me through the fabric, leaning back against him and moaning into his touch.

It feels so good to be bad… for one night, to just not care, to just let go, to do whatever I want, with whoever I want.

Part of me wants to remove his mask, to see who it is, to at least learn his name… but there’s something so exciting about this, feeling a stranger’s hands on me, not knowing where this will lead…

He starts moving on his own now, slowly sliding my dress up my thighs as he holds me in place. The music drowns out my moans as he slides two fingers up and presses them onto my clit.

“Oh my god…”

I move my hips more, grinding into him, feeling his hard cock press against me. His free hand moves up my body, grabbing my tits as he slowly pushes his fingers inside me.

I’ve never done anything like this before. Maybe someone is noticing what’s happening, watching us, maybe someone can hear me over the music… but I don’t care. I want more.

Suddenly, he pulls away from me. I turn to face him. I can’t see his face but the way he’s standing, his body language… I can tell he’s teasing me. I can tell he’s just waiting for me to take this a little further… waiting to see how badly I want it… how bold I can be…

I take his hand in mine and lift my mask slightly, exposing my lips. I press his fingers to them for a moment before sucking them into my mouth. I taste myself on his fingers, swirling my tongue around each one before letting his hand go.

“At least tell me your name. Come on, everyone knows the best part of a horror movie is the reveal… ”

God, this mysterious silent thing is turning me on way more than I thought it would.

I turn on my heel and walk towards the bathrooms, knowing that he’s right behind me. My heart starts to race even more as I weave my way through the crowd of people. When I get to the only available bathroom, I push the door open, and he follows behind me.

I flick the lock shut and before I can turn to face him, he’s pressed me up against the door. His greedy hands roam my body as my back arches into him. Now that we’re alone, I move my hips and grind into his lap eagerly as he pins my arms above my head.

I feel him pressing against my back, my face lightly pushing into the door as his fingers move to lift my dress again.

“Yes, god… right there…”

He slides his fingers back inside me as his free hand grips my pigtails and pulls my head back gently.

Holy shit, this feels so good.

My thighs are already shaking a little, from nerves or pleasure, I’m not sure which.

“I want more… more…”

He stops again, pulling his fingers away. I turn to face him and he takes two steps backwards, putting distance between us. He tilts his head to the side again, and slowly starts to undo his pants.

His hands undo the buckle of his belt, and strip it off. Then, he slowly moves to undo the buttons of his pants.

Instead of taking them off, he points to the floor in front of him, and then points to me.

My mind is still reeling, not having caught up to the fact that this is actually happening. I feel the wetness between my legs as my thighs clench together.

He motions for me to come to him, and I do. He points to the floor again, and I let myself sink to my knees.

He guides my hand to his pants, and I slowly slide them down his legs. His hard cock is barely out of his boxers before my lips are pressed against it.

I’ve never felt like this before: this desperate, intense need for someone else, someone I’ve never met… but I can’t stop, I don’t want to.

I look up at him and his head is tilted back, exposing the base of his neck. There’s something so hot about being on my knees for him when I haven’t even seen his face…

I’ve just got here and already I’m in the bathroom with some stranger in a mask… I love it.

My fingers move between my legs as I tease him with my tongue…

His hands grip the sides of my face and I let him control the pace, opening my mouth wide and taking his cock in as deep as I can. He holds me in place for a moment before letting me go.

“Mmm… mmm….”

“Do that again. I like it…”

His hands grip my pigtails this time, pulling me closer to him. I open my mouth wide and I feel him at the back of my throat. My hands slide up to massage his balls as he lets me go and I tease his tip with my tongue.

“Mmm, fuck, that’s so hot.”

His hand gently strokes the top of my head, petting me as I kiss up and down his shaft.

“I want you inside me. Right here.”

He pulls away from me slightly, his hard cock twitching a little as he offers me a hand to help me off my knees. I lead him over to the sink and slide to sit on top of it, pulling him closer.

The tap accidentally turns on and he quickly leans over me to turn it off.

“Oh my god.”

The back of my dress is a little wet now but I don’t care.

My hands move up his chest as his hands work to slide my dress up my thighs.

I tease myself through my panties while he finds a condom in his wallet and slides it on.

He pulls my underwear to the side and teases his cock through my wetness. My thighs wrap around him, trying to pull him in closer, but he resists.

“Pleeease. I need to feel you inside me…”

His arms flex as he wraps them around my waist and finally, his cock sinks deep inside me.

“Fuck, you’re so big. Yes… oh my god.”

His hands grip my hips as he thrusts into me over and over again, my back pressed up against the mirror, my hands gripping the sink to brace myself against him.

“Fuck.”

I slide my dress down, exposing my tits, and one of his hands moves up to my chest. He squeezes hard as he thrusts into me, even harder. There’s something so primal about this, the need for both of us to have more, to feel more…

His hand slowly moves up to my neck, his fingers lightly around my throat. I move my hand up to cover his, pressing down a little more.

His reaction is immediate, intentional. He takes both my hands in his and pins them above my head, holding them both with one hand.

I feel his strength pinning me in place and my thighs wrap around him more, pulling him in, craving more.

“Fuck yes, please. Please… more…”

With my hands above me pinned together, his free hand reaches for my mask. He slips it off me and it falls to the ground.

He traces my lips with his thumb. I open my mouth and suck on it gently as he fucks me harder.

Yes, yes, more. Right there, oh my god.

He releases his grip on my hands and I wrap my arms around his neck. He pulls me closer to him, so I’m balancing more on him, with his cock inside me, and less on the counter for support.

“Oh my god, yes.”

I bounce on him, his strong arms holding me in place while he thrusts into me again and again. I move my hand between my legs and start to tease my clit. I’m getting so close, oh my god…

“Yeah, I want to cum I want to… oh god. Yes, don’t stop… ”

The pressure of my fingers on my clit and him inside me… oh my god. He holds me down against him, his cock pressing against my G-spot as my fingers work faster to tease my clit.

“Oh god, yes, yes. I’m going to cum. Shit, shit… yes. ”

My body pulses on top of him, his hands moving up to my tits to squeeze them.

He doesn’t stop. He pushes me back onto the counter and thrusts into me harder than before. My hands grip his shoulders as my legs curl around his waist, digging into him.

“I want it, I want you. I want you. Cum for me, cum… please… ”

“It feels so intense, oh god. Fuck… I’m so sensitive. I want to cum again, I want to… ”

His hand moves between my legs and he teases my clit, rubbing back and forth as he fucks me.

“Oh my god, yes. Keep doing that, oh god. Cum… with me.”

“Fuck. Oh god. Oh my god. I can’t believe that just happened, I can’t breathe… ”

“Mmm…”

He slides out of me and strips off the condom, tossing it into the bin. He quickly pulls up his pants and then offers me a hand to help me off the counter.

I place my hand in his and he lifts me up. I straighten my dress and readjust my panties. He moves closer to me and before I realize what he’s doing, he fixes a stray hair, tucking it behind my ear.

I still feel breathless, my knees are weak God, my thighs are shaking a little, the pleasure is still rushing through me.

His hand lingers on my face, cupping my chin gently. I kiss his palm gently before he lets it fall to his side.

I don’t know why but I’m suddenly feeling so flustered, I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks. After all that, a simple gesture has me blushing.

I move toward him and he takes a step back. I move toward him again, my hands reaching for his mask, when suddenly—

We both turn to the door. I think I was lost in the moment… forgetting where we are, forgetting that there’s a whole room full of people out there… that we’re in a public place, in a bathroom.

He moves to unlock the door and swings it open without a second thought. I quickly slide my mask back on over my face so the person coming into the bathroom doesn’t see me.

He leaves first, and as I’m about to follow, my dress gets snagged on the door handle. I quickly remove it and move out of the way so a woman in a blood-stained wedding dress can enter.

When I turn back, I can see him disappearing into the crowd.

I want to call out but I don’t even know his name… and I don’t think anyone could hear me over the music, anyways.

I lose him for a second, and my heart sinks. My thighs are still shaking and my heart is pounding, the music vibrating through my entire body.

Then, I spot him again, making his way to the exit. I try to push through a group of people.

“Excuse me, sorry. Can I get through? Thanks – shit, sorry. I’m just trying to get out— ”

By the time I make it to the door, he’s gone. I push it open and step outside, the cold hair filling my lungs.

There’s no one out here.

Goosebumps rise all along my arms and I can’t put my finger on it, but something feels–

“Hello? Hello… who is this? ”

“You still haven’t told me your name.”

“Why do you want to know my name?”

“Because I want to know who I’m looking at.”