Masked, A Halloween Encounter

Last week I was part of a contest on Suzy Ayers Website.  She had a nice little challenge involving anonymous masked sex.  It had to be 750 words or less and still have a good story.  Well I am proud to say that I tied with the reigning champion, Andy Deep Though.  Ok, maybe i's not an official tie, she's asking for readers to comment and help break the tie.  So which story do you think is hotter?  Check them out here.

Personally, I found the contest very difficult to keep to the 750 word limit.  The first draft was over 1,000 words and actually that makes a much better story.  So what I'm going to do today is share the extended edition of my story, Masked.  So I hope that you enjoy it, and make sure you check out the other hot stories that Suzy got for her contest.

Sub-Servant

I had been driving for a while now, the sun had previously set hours earlier, but I had yet to get to my destination.  Florida was such a long state and no matter how long I was driving for, I didn’t feel like I was making any headway.  Worse than that, my tummy was beginning to growl and I really needed to eat something great, even late.  Luckily I was about to hit a big college town where there would surely be something that would fit the bill.

As I drove into town I decided to pass the first few spots because either I wasn’t lovin’ it, or I wanted to go where taste really ruled.  Finally I saw the bright yellow sign that was my hero and pulled into the parking lot.  I opened the door, avoided the puddle of spilled soda and the wrappers drifting in the light breeze, and I headed to the door.

As I walked in, it immediately struck me that the place was empty, except for the college student behind the counter.  Ignoring her, I walked towards the bathroom and opened the door.  I needed a pit stop almost as much as I needed some nourishment and standing in front of the urinal I felt the relaxation only a good wiz can provide.  I did my business, washed my hands and then headed back out into the dining room.

As I emerged into the room, I noticed that the girl from behind the counter was locking the door.  Clearing my throat I said, “Hi, are you closing up?”

Without giving me a glance she said, “Yep, but since you’ve made it in before we locked the doors, you’ll be our last customer.”

“Great!” I said walking towards the counter.  “I’m starving, been driving for hours.”  I raised my eyes to the large lighted panels that they used as a menu.  As I tried to decide on what I wanted, the girl walked around and got in position behind the counter.

“Hi, I’m Ashley and I’ll be your sandwich sculptor today.  How can I help you?”  Despite the late hour she said her line with exuberance.

I continued to stare at the menu while I said, “I’ll get the Melt.”

“Yum!  The melt is one of my favs!  I like it nice and gooey, do you?”

I wasn’t really paying attention to her as she spoke and just said, “Yeah.”  Pausing a moment, my eyes moved over to the roll choices.  “I’ll get that on the six inch wheat.”

Ashley turned around and pulled a tray off the rack.  “At this late hour, I’m gonna make your six inch a footlong.”

Experiencing a Perfect Reality

Leica’s heart pounded in her chest as she sat there waiting.  She was being a good girl, sitting on her knees, wearing some skimpy black lingerie.  She always felt sexy in the outfit.  Between the shiny vinyl on the cups and sheer material making up the body of the garment, it showed off so much, and yet hid just enough.  Of course, she also was wearing the matching black g-string.  Leica was a good girl, and after a week of planning, she was eagerly awaiting her treat.

She was so horny, sitting there, waiting, that she became hyper-aware of everything in the room.  The light was dim yet it was bright enough to see.  The floor and walls were concrete and above her head were rusty supports with water dripping off them.  She could hear the soft dripping of water echo through the space while she waited.  She couldn't help but commend them for picking such an unlikely location for their tryst.

She was also aware of her body like she had never been aware of it before.  Her heart pumped wildly in her chest.  Her nipples were hard and trying to poke through the vinyl material.  Her breasts felt heavy as they hung down, unsupported.  Her knees ached on the hard surface of the floor and her pussy was flooded with anticipation of what was in store.

She wanted to jump up, to run around and get rid of her nervous energy, but Leica was not allowed to.  So she continued being obedient like a good girl should be and sat there quietly.

Finally, when she couldn't handle it anymore she heard a voice from behind her.  “Don’t you move, do you understand?”

Her mouth was dry so she swallowed before she said, “Yes.” Leica’s voice sounded small in the cavernous space.

Shy First Timer

Hubby is in the next room, working on something important.  Well important to him at least.  You are never sure if he is keeping up with his TV shows or if he is playing a video game instead.  Either way the repetitive noise of machine gun fire punctuated by an explosion seems to bleed through the walls as though they are nothing but cheesecloth.  It is going to be another one of those nights.

You look at yourself in the mirror and admire the view within.  You are quite beautiful, maybe not as young as you once were, but the years only seem to add to you allure.  Your hand moves to your cheek and down your neck, and you feel a shiver of pleasure travel throughout your body.  Tired of being alone you grab your tablet and head into bed to curl up with a good book.

As you settle in between the sheets, you look through the erotica on your device.  You have read everything already and are disappointed.  Tonight you are in the mood for something new.  You head to a website with free stories and start poking around there, looking for just the right story to help you find your relief.

In a few minutes, you have five tabs open with different stories ready for your enjoyment.  You are about to settle in and read, when your finger hits the forum tab.  Before you know it the page is loaded up and your eyes settle on the “Amateur Pic Feedback” section.  Like a moth to the flame, your finger hovers over the link and you find yourself waiting for the new page to load.

Restroom Rendezvous

God you look so hot in your black corset and jeans. The black leather jacket you are wearing over it just completes the outfit perfectly. With your brown hair cascading down your shoulders, you are something that walked out of a fantasy of mine.

Feeling emboldened by my arousal I walk up to you and smile. "Pardon me, but I'm not from around here and I'm looking for" I pause because I know that ‘a good time’ is not the right response.   "For a place to eat. Is there any place that the locals like to go?"

You flash me a smile that melts me, your lips shiny and red from your lipstick. "Sure, there's a place on Main that's great. It's not far, just a few block behind you and then two blocks to the right. It's on your left you can't miss it."

"Thanks!" I say and turn around.  I try to get my bearings and I must look all befuddled. "Two blocks behind me and then a few blocks on the right and it's on my left. Got it." I repeat your directions before I take off.

Something about me catches you off guard and you do something you never do. "No that's all wrong. Here, I've got the time, let me show you."