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Mature
woman, younger man romance
Masquerade
Ball
By Pierre
Coda (with support from
Kuusooko - translated as 'Fantasy Girl)
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| As I lay in bed thinking about the previous night, I was wondering about my relationship with Ando. He and I have a great understanding of each other's needs and it is clear that there are things that I just don't need to tell him. He simply knows. I am not sure if he feels the same way about me, though I am sure that he is always ready for whatever game I suggest. |
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 Last night's dinner was unusual. Our mouths had already tasted each other's bodies and that made the food taste different, or should I say, delicious. I recall how Ando suggested that we go to the porch for dessert. He had already fallen in love with my backyard and wanted to sit on the screened porch. It was quite dark and even though the backyard has a few very tall trees one can still see the star-splattered sky. We turned all the lights off and tried to get our eyes used to the darkness. When I brought out the warm Crème Brûlè, he simply pulled me onto his lap. I sat facing him and offered him a bite. "Oh, it's really good. I think you must try it too. Now that I have extracted all the calories out of it, it is harmless for you", saying so he brought his mouth to mine and as our mouths sealed, with a gentle force of his tongue, he pushed it inside my mouth. I loved the unique taste that developed when my favorite recipe mixed with his saliva. When I offered to eat on my own, he wouldn't let me. "You do not want the calories; so I will extract those for you", he laughed.
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I often enjoy a strong cup of coffee after my meal and I suggested to Ando that we go out to a café. Ando agreed immediately but when he got up to leave he remembered that he was not wearing any
underwear after I had mercilessly deprived him of his (or was it mine?)
plum
thong. "Can I borrow one more please?" "Sorry Ando, I have none to spare. Everything is in the washing machine. Why don't you just go like this? It is pretty dark in the café and I doubt anyone will notice."
Well, people did notice when we both sat at the bar and ordered our coffee. Instead of looking at the bartender, I faced him and put my legs between his. I gently touched his thighs with my hands. My hands were on top of his thighs, but my thumbs pressed more deliberately along the insides. I could not fail to notice his response, which was pretty remarkable. The absence of my
tight thong made pretty obvious the effect my touch was having on him. The reaction on Ando's face was remarkable when the bartender offered, "Would you like a quiet table in the back rather than the bar?"
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When Ando was ready to leave after dropping me off at my house, I asked, "Would you like a souvenir?"
"Oh, I was hoping for another pair of underwear but since you have none…What will you give me instead?"
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ran inside the house and cut a piece of the red ribbon. As I put it to my nose, it did smell of me, and of course, vanilla. I wrapped the ribbon around his waist and tied it at the back. "Do you think this is good enough to remind me of you?" "Of course; even the taste of Crème Brûlè is still there in my mouth, but this will help even more."
"Will I see you at the Masquerade Ball tomorrow night?"
"Well I wasn't planning on going, but I will if you are going to be there. How will I find you? What will you wear?"
"I don't know. I haven't decided yet. Why don't you try to find me? Because no matter what you wear, I will find you."
"Hmm. Is that a bet? What if I win?" "I will be your slave for a day. And if I win, you will be my slave. And you have no idea what Kuusooko's slave might have do."
"All right. It's a deal. How difficult can it be to be a slave? I just need to follow your orders. That's easy."
"Well time will tell how easy it is. I will see you then."
My morning coffee did clear up my mind but not enough to help me think clearly about what I should wear for the Ball. More importantly, I wanted to make sure that I could find Ando first without too much trouble. As I walked to the closet holding my cup of coffee, what attracted my attention was my own image in the mirror. Dressed in my
white and pink
robe. I stood before the mirror and looked at myself. Why does Ando like me? What does he see in me that makes him mad about me? I have not heard much from him in direct praise but the way he looks at me I know that he never seems to take his eyes off me. I like my eyes. Maybe Ando does too! I pulled my hair back and then moved my head to just let me hair cover my face a little bit; wow, I look good.
Searching for the right dress, I found something that I had not worn for a while - a
sheer black dress
(Arabella
sheer bra) with tiny seed beads around the front. A very elegant dress but attractive at the same time, particularly the way in which it showed my front and the slit at the bottom allowed me to strategically show my leg every time I wanted. Looking into my drawers, I found my favorite
mask for the eyes. But I wanted to make it hard for Ando to find me too easily. I had to find something else. As I rummaged through my collection, I found a
silk scarf that I had not used for a while. What if I covered my complete face with a scarf? All but my eyes. Would Ando know my eyes? There was no way anyone would know my identity.
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 I felt a great sense of power when I walked into the ballroom. There were so many people that I could recognize even though everyone had taken great pains to hide who they were. But there are so many things about a person that no one can hide, particularly from a person like me who notices little things. It was hilarious when I would softly whisper someone's name in his or her ears and they would be shocked or thank me for my compliments or just smile and plead with me not to say their names aloud. "And you are?" was the common follow-up question. "You will know soon enough; till then, enjoy the party."
I got my glass of merlot and positioned myself behind the pianist pretending to be absorbed in listening to the music. I gave him a big smile and he nodded at me, letting me hide in the shadows behind him. I could now see who was trying to be something else and how good or bad a job they were doing. More importantly though, I wanted to find out where Ando was.
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saw my friend Antoinette approach me and
whisper in my ears, "I know you are Kuusooko." "And I know you are Antoinette. You look
great." "So what are you doing here in the shadows?" "Well, as you can see I am enjoying my merlot and you can not disagree with me that we have a very fine pianist this evening. But more importantly, I have a bet with someone and I want to win it. Can you help me?"
"Oh it sounds like fun. I would love to. What do I need to do?"
"I am going to tell you when this man arrives and you will need to pretend that you are me. Before I go to him I want to make sure that it is him, but I do not want him to find me first. So by confusing him I can definitely win the bet. Talk to him as if you know him really well. But do not be specific about anything. Choose harmless topics like weather and politics but stay away from personal questions. Most importantly though, start playing with his clothes and do whatever you need to do to check out his waist area. While I am not sure, there is a fair chance he will have a red ribbon around his waist; if so, just raise your hand."
I
scanned the hall to see if more people were arriving. That is when I noticed a man with dark glasses dressed almost like a gangster. In his
black leather, skintight pants and jacket with a black T-shirt, he looked like Ando but it was important to confirm. "That's him I think".
 Antoinette casually walked away in his direction, as if to get another drink and bumped right into him. I could not hear them speak but they seemed to have hit it off well. The man brought her a drink and they were absorbed in deep conversation. Still pretending to be absorbed in the music, I could see the man pull his T-shirt up and Antoinette playfully touching his waist. I saw a trace of red and also Antoinette's hand go up discreetly.
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I went right behind both of them. I slipped my arms around his waist and over his shoulder, nibbled his ear, and whispered, "Ando, it is so good to see you again. Looks as if you are enjoying talking to my friend Antoinette."
Turning to Antoinette he gasped, "You mean you are not Kuusooko! How dare you pretend you are someone else?"
"No, I never pretended to be anyone else. Ando, you never even asked my name. I would have told you that I was Antoinette."
I softly kissed his cheek, pausing just long enough to get a good sniff of him. Mmm … something so deliciously familiar. As I walked away from him, I looked back over my shoulder and winked. "Ando, enjoy the ball. I would
love to dance with you and so will Antoinette. I suggest you start thinking of how to please your mistress."
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