the masked lady“You are invited to our masquerade ball” the invitation read; a picture of a masked couple kissing at the top. “How fun” I moaned to myself, a room full of adults getting drunk pretending that their identity is somehow masked by a piece of paper. My cynicism level climbed. But the invitation was from a business contact and I remembered the quote from Oscar Wilde about giving a man a mask and he will tell the truth. I hushed my cynical side and marked my calendar.The party was in the nice side of town, expensive houses and manicured lawns. I walked down the driveway admiring the gardens. The lawn had numerous pathways into the back gardens which were rich with trees and shrubs as well as stone walls and flowers. I put on my plain, red paper mask and entered.The party was in full swing. A quartet of musicians played in the corner to provide pleasant mood music, but the scene was far from tranquil. Everyone there was having a good time, and everyone had a drink. I was sober, and had to stay that way; I love alcohol but it is something I cannot touch. I had already resolved to visit, say hello and get out.There was one lady there that immediately caught my eye. She was an older woman, big, but not fat. She had very sexy legs and stockings that fit them perfectly. Her tits were magnificent. They seemed to poke out from her body, like one of those ladies from ‘50s pinups. Her stature was erect and she walked in her open back high heels with grace and poise. I was immediately smitten by this mysterious lady in sexy stockings and I watched her move about the room chatting with the other guests.At one point she caught my eye as I stared at her. Instead of appearing upset, she smiled at me. I thought she almost winked! I continued to follow her with my eyes and she continued to notice me and smile. At one point she approached a man and nodded in my direction and he looked at me. “Oh God” I thought, ”it is her husband!”. He looked at me, smiled and nodded and then canlı bahis whispered in her ear. They both shared a secret joke and she moved on to the other guests.But she kept her eye on me, and I on her. She sat next to one couple and chatted with them, all the while crossing her legs and toying with her shoe, flipping it on and off her toes, letting me see her foot and the stocking covering it. As she moved her legs, she moved her dress a little up her leg with her gloved hand, and I could see the top of her stocking and the garter clasps holding them up. My view was spectacular and she was a flirt. I could feel my cock getting hard as I stood watching her from across the room. I looked for her husband but he seemed uninterested in me or her, he was engaged in a conversation on the other side of the room.She laughed at one of the couples jokes, excused herself, and started walking straight toward me. Her gait brought each foot in front of the other causing her lower torso to wiggle back and forth; her thighs flowing smoothly through each step. Her stride was firm and deliberate; it was a beauty to behold.She asked me what I was drinking and I told her that I had other commitments that evening so I was not drinking. “I like that” she said, “Alcohol dulls a man’s performance.” To make small talk, I mentioned how I thought the house was quite beautiful. I was nervous and the sexual energy was building in me, I could think of nothing more to say. “The house is nice, but the gardens are lovely” she replied, her blue eyes sparkling beneath her ornate, golden mask as she looked at me. “Would you like me to show you around? They have the most magnificent topiaries”“Topiaries? What are topiaries?” I thought I knew most of the common garden plants but that one was new to me.“Topiaries are shrubs that have been cut to look like a statue” she replied. “It is a fancy word for a trimmed bush.” she said with a smile.I accepted her offer because the noise of the chatter was getting to bahis siteleri me. I noticed her husband watching us as we left. I detected a wry smile as we exited the party.She led me down a pathway into the gardens and away from the noise of the party. Her ass moved from side to side with each perfect step. She knew how to walk in heels and she made it look good. The garden was so serene, the flowers swayed in the warm evening breeze. I started to take my mask off, but she told me to leave it on, that it would heighten the sense of mystery. I was enjoying walking with this sexy lady and the mystery was adding to the erotic glow that I was getting so I left it on.We reached the topiaries. They were located in a recessed area of the yard surrounded by a small stone wall that was just high enough to sit on. The shrubs were, as she said, magnificent. I was familiar with the art of bonsai, but this was on a much grander scale. The bushes were carved into a****ls and people in various poses.After we had viewed most every shrub sculpture she asked with a smile “Would you like to see my trimmed bush now?” and she began to unbutton her dress revealing the reason for her novel tit shape. Her bra was the style of the ‘50s. I had jerked off to many models wearing that very style of bra, but I had never seen it in person. My cock grew immediately at the site of this new, yet old, piece of eroticism. Then she sat on the wall and slowly pulled apart her dress. Her stockings were held up by garters attached to lacy black fabric that was part of a shiny girdle. She wore no panties and her pussy was indeed shaved quite carefully. A slender tuft of hair pointed from the girdle to the pussy. It was a beautiful pussy too. They say each woman has a different pussy. That may be so, but this one was among the prettiest I had seen. I longed to touch it, taste it, feel the straps of the garter on my cheeks, and lick the juices from my fingers. My cock longed to fuck her senseless.“Come and güvenilir bahis taste me” she invited. I didn’t need to be asked twice. My tongue was soon running around her labia lips and I felt her clitoris grow hard as I flicked at it when my mouth was near. I stuck my tongue deep into her cunt and tasted the sweet and sour juices of her mature hole. She was wet with my spit and her pussy juices as I worked my finger into her cunt and rubbed the inside of her vagina. She bucked her hips in response to my rubbing and I moved my mouth onto her clit and sucked her hard nip while I worked my finger up into the back of her clit. She came with a shaking in her legs and clutched my head with her stocking thighs as she did.I thought that now it was my turn and I stood up and unbuckled my pants, letting them fall to my knees. My cock was ready to fuck that wet cunt and make that mystery lady glad she asked me outside.“No” she said “My cunt is for my husband’s dick only” This was certainly a let down for me! I am a pretty properly raised guy and when a lady says “no” I listen. I was thinking that the evening was over and we would go back to the house as if nothing happened when she said “But I would love to watch you come on me.” She reached out her now shoeless foot and stroked my hard cock with her stockings. “Jerk off for me”I had never jerked off in front of a woman before, but this mystery lady and her sexy lingerie were not to be denied. I rubbed my cock on her bra and she licked the end of my cock to get it wet and I went to work. She got off the wall and kneeled at my feet while I jerked hard and fast. Her tongue shot out once in a while and touched the very tip of my rock hard dick. As I started to cum, she sat back on the wall and presented her stocking feet for me to cum on. I shot my load on her toes and up to her ankles as she giggled with delight. We walked slowly back to the party as the warm breeze turned cool and the evening closed in. I asked about her husband: wouldn’t he know? She assured me that he knew, and enjoyed, the fact that she was sexy enough to make men cum just thinking about her.She was right; I have cum just thinking about her and jerking off to her retro lingerie.