“It’s so crowded in here,” Lauren told her friend as she looked around the gigantic room. She watched as people vied for space, trying to keep their Victorian-Era-style costumes from getting stepped on, spilt on or burned. “I never would have though a house this large could get so crowded, but I can’t even move around.” It was an unbearable crush of bodies. No room to dance, too loud to talk. She sucked in a breath of stale air.

“What!” Tammy shouted.

"I said, ‘It’s crowded in here!’” Lauren yelled back.

“WHAT!”

Lauren shook her head in a never-mind gesture and pointed at herself then at the doors leading to the terrace. She needed some fresh air. Her friend nodded and smiled, tapping her watch, indicating they would keep to their plan to meet up at the front door around two. Lauren looked at her own watch; she had two and a half more hours.

She shoved her way through the crowd, holding her dusty-pink, high-waisted gown close to her body, trying to keep her half-mask from slipping off her damp face. She finally reached the doors only to step through them and find the terrace was just as crowded as the ballroom. At least the air out here was cool and breathable. She looked around and spotted a path that led into the gardens and headed towards it.

Walking down the few steps, she stepped onto the grass and took off her mask, letting the light breeze cool her skin. She meandered along paths that were flanked by tall hedges in some areas, dotted with benches where guests were sitting and talking or kissing in others. Islands of flowers bulged out into a green lawn here and there. Randomly choosing directions, she thought; I should be leaving a trail of pebbles, just call me Gretel. She giggled to herself.

After a long walk she came upon a secluded clearing. A gigantic weeping willow stood in the middle of a large circle of thick, shortly cropped grass. Its’ airy branches caressed the ground and she pushed them aside, stepping through. Two torches and a large bench topped with puffy cushions sat beneath the huge tree. It was a beautiful spot. She inspected the torches and found they were gas-lit. There was a little lighter tucked inside a small compartment on one of them. God, what it must be like to be so wealthy, she wondered of her hosts as she lit the torches and turned the flames low. She plunked down on the bench. It felt good to be outside and better to be alone. She thought she might just sit here ‘til two, foregoing the party and all its’ noise and smoke.

She heard rustling and looked up. She was startled to see a figure stepping through the curtain of branches and quickly stood. She started to say, “Hold on, I’m in here, but I’ll leave you two to your privacy,” but the words died in her throat. It was just one man. He was gorgeous. Well, what she could see through the mask covering his eyes was gorgeous. She had seen him earlier, milling around the guests, looking totally at ease in such a large crowd. Tall, broad, and poised, he was hard to forget. She thought he might have been one of the hosts.

“You have a beautiful home. The grounds are magnificent. I was just feeling a little claustrophobic, so I came out here to get away. I’ll go if this isn’t a place you’d like people to be. I’m sorry if I trespassed.” She made to leave.

“This isn’t my home. I’m just a close friend of the Pildens’. I came out here because you are here. I followed you,” he told her with a sheepish, endearing grin.

“What? Why? Why would you follow me?”

“Because I saw you inside and I couldn’t take my eyes off you. I wanted to get to know you,” he said stepping close to her, looking into her eyes. He put his hand on the side of her face and rubbed her lower lip with his thumb. “What’s your name, beautiful?”

“What? Me? I…I don’t understand.” She was mesmerized. Lost in his gaze, paralyzed by his touch.

“You’re the only beautiful I see here,” he said, continuing to touch her face.

“Oh,” she said lamely. “Uh…um…I’m Lauren. My name is Lauren.”

“Lauren,” he breathed, moving his mouth close to hers. “Beautiful name, beautiful woman.” He leaned in and nibbled on her lips, moving his hand through her hair, loosening the pins until it fell around her shoulders.

Her hands fluttered at her sides, her heart jumped inside her chest. He dipped his tongue inside her mouth, licking the inside of her lips, pushing it against her clenched teeth. She gasped for air and he took advantage, dancing his tongue along hers. He angled his head, deepening the kiss and brought his other hand up to caress the side of her breast with the backs of his fingers. He took her mouth with long licks of his tongue, pressing his lips harder against hers. He laved the inside of her mouth, then her lips, then her jawbone, finally down to her neck. She leaned her head back, and he licked her collar bones, tongued the divot between them. She brought her hands up to his shoulders to steady herself and he stroked his tongue along her cleavage.

He pulled back to look at her and tugged the front of her dress down, exposing her breasts. “Beautiful,” he sighed as he bent to take a nipple into his mouth, biting gently. The rough fabric of his mask scratched her skin. His soft tongue swirled around her breasts. His large hands lifted and separated her bottom, pressing her against the bulge in his pants.

“Beautiful,” he said again as he spun her around, deftly flicking open the hook-and-eyes that fastened her dress in the back. He pulled it off her shoulders to her waist and licked her back. On his knees now, he tongued the small of her back. She shivered and crossed her arms over her chest. He stroked his tongue over the bumps of her spine, working his way to the back of her neck. Moving her hair out of the way, he tickled her hairline with his fingers, licking and blowing on the skin. He moved his hands to her breasts, still licking her neck, and forced her hands down.

“Don’t cover yourself,” he whispered in her ear, nibbling on it. He cupped her breasts, molding them together, pinching her nipples lightly. He rubbed her stomach and hips, pressing her bottom against his thighs, his erection prodding into her back. He slipped the gown the rest of the way off and it pooled at her feet. He turned her around to face him again, cupped his hand at the apex of her thighs and kissed her on the mouth. He rubbed her through the silk, coaxing wetness from her, and she moaned. He lifted her and carried her to the bench. Laying her down, he eased her panties off over her stockings and shoes while he stood over her. Then he kneeled on the ground and bent his head to taste her there, pushing a finger inside.

“Beautiful,” he sighed into her pussy, licking her clit, tasting the juices he had extracted. He tongued the folds inside then the lips outside. He spread the flesh and stabbed at her with his tongue, then slid it inside her cunt. He poked her, penetrating her deeper until she cried out and drove her hips up and into his face. He drank and lapped up her tangy liquid while he moved a hand to her breasts, squeezing them.

She felt like she was burning with fever. “Who are you?” she asked him.

He said nothing as he stood, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He freed his cock and stroked it. She sat up and took him in her mouth. She sucked and mouthed him as he quietly moaned. He put his hands to the back of her head and drove himself deeper inside her mouth. His zipper bit into her lips every time she reached the base of his cock.

“Mmmm,” he groaned as he rolled his hips, pushing inside her mouth, holding her head still, “Beautiful.”

He freed himself from her mouth and picked her up again. He sat on the bench and lowered her onto him, straddling her legs around his. He snapped her garters and caressed the insides of her thighs. He spread her open and drove his hips up, forcing her down at the same time, seating himself deep. Lauren screamed.

“Ride me, beautiful Lauren.”

She arched her back and levered up and down. He took a nipple into his mouth and bit down hard. She screamed again. He gripped her hips and forced her to ride him faster, driving inside her tight flesh deeper and she screamed again. He brought her head close to kiss her, penetrating her mouth as deeply as he was penetrating her cunt. She moaned. His clothing scratched her skin wherever they touched and she moaned louder. He rubbed her back and took his mouth from hers. She whimpered. He licked her neck and she sighed.

“Faster, sweet Lauren,” he said and she trembled.

He drove inside her, pinching and touching. Licking her everywhere his mouth could reach. His cock was hard and slick. Her pussy was tight and even slicker.

“Beautiful, so beautiful. I knew you would be. Cum for me, sweet Lauren. Cum for me,” he whispered. He touched her clit, rubbing it between his callused fingers. “Cum for me.”

So she did. She threw her head back and rocked against his hand and cock, moaning and yelling. He pinned her down onto him, driving inside her, bringing her mouth close, forcing his tongue inside as his cock released hot jets of cum inside her pulsing flesh.

She collapsed onto his chest and he circled his hands around on her back, calming her. He lifted her from him gently and stood her up. He plucked her dress off the ground, shaking out the wrinkles and brushing off the debris, and helped her into it. He gathered the few pins he could find and pinned her hair back up. He brushed her face with his fingers then tucked his cock back inside his pants and fastened them.

“Walk with me a bit, won’t you?” he asked, taking her hand, not waiting for a reply. He led her back out into the garden. They strolled. He would stop and kiss her, calling her his beautiful Lauren, his lovely Lauren. She tried to ask him questions but he pretended not to hear them, distracting her with his mouth instead.

“It’s almost two. Even though I’d rather keep you here with me, I should take you back,” he said.

She wondered how he knew she was leaving at two then shrugged it off. He was like a magician, a mind reader. Who was she to question magic?

He escorted her to the foyer, depositing her next to her friend. He took her hand from his arm and bowed low. Holding her wide eyes with his gaze, he turned her palm up and mouthed then licked the pulse point. “Farewell, my beautiful Lauren,” he said and turned away, disappearing into the crowd.

“Who was THAT?” Tammy asked.

“I have no idea,” Lauren replied.

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