Jump to the mascarade

You exit your cab and look up at the building in front of you while you close the button of your suit. The festive hall looks like an old castle, build from bricks, not massive, but still large enough to host events like this one. Through the gate, you can see inside the courtyard, where around 70 people are talking with each other, standing by tables, drinking and eating-everyone wears masks.
The atmosphere is almost creepy, but mainly exiting. Gentle music plays over large speakers, red lights shine at the walls, giving the whole scene an otherworldy aura.
Its twilight, and its gonna be dark soon, you and the woman from the parkagreed to meet inside the ballroom in 10 minutes. You dont know for sure how you´re gonna recognize her, although her soft, but direct voice, witha slightly british accent still plays in your heard non-stop.

You can´t believe your luck. Not only did you meet a woman willing to blow you in a public restroom, shes also invited you to come here, a place you wouldnt see otherwise.
Inside the ballroom, you take a couple of moments to look around. The ceiling is high, and decorated with pictures of gods and angels. The high windows reflect the blue and purple light from the dance floor, where masceraded couples seem to fligh over the floor. Twirling around each other.
You yourself are wearing a black suit, and an equally black mask, which hides just enough of your face to stay unrecognizable.

Your eyes fall on a woman entering the room from the other side and your heart skips a beat. Shes beautiful.
The woman wears a long, black dress, and black venetian mask which covers her face. On the part of the mask which covers the face around the eyes are strings fixated which hold silver jewelry, therefore covering almost her whole face, just showing hints of the fine lines laying underneath.
The dark brown hair of the woman is up in a braided bun.

You feel like shes it. You dont know why you´re so sure, but you make your way over to her. You step in front of her, and gently grab her hand.
"Would you join me on the parquett madam?" you ask, indicating a kiss on her hand.
You see her smile under her mask as she recognizes your voice. "I will."
She takes your hand and you begin to dance.
Up close, you try to form a clearer picture of her face in your head, you try to guess whats under the mask, but its hard. She has a clear jawline and not a lot of facial fat, wears subtle make-up and smells of spring roses. Clearly she keeps her body in good shape and works somewhere where a proffessional look is important, but thats the most you get.

You sin around the room in a slow waltz, her hand on your shoulder, your hand on her hip.

"I´m glad you managed to come.", she says. "Now..." she leans up a bit and whispers in your ear: "Did you bring me whats mine? This dress isnt keeping me that warm."
You feel your dick slightly pressing against your pants as you realize that she just told you that she wear no underwear.
"I did." you answer, letting her do a spin and then catching her with one arm, before lifting her back up and continuing the dance. "I´ll give it to you right now if you want."
You let your hand glide into your pocket and look how the woman reacts. For a second you think that you see her blushing a bit under the mask, but when she speaks her voice is calm: "I dont think thats a good idea. Maybe I´ll need help putting it back on. How about you follow me."

She takes your hand and leads you off the dancefloor. The two of you enter the hallway, where people stand and chat, then she quickly makes her way past a blockade blocking the way to the second floor.
You follow her up the stairs.

Now you´re in the upper part of the building.
Red carpet is on the wooden floor, big windows on each side of the hallway, and big paintings decorating the wall.
except for the noice coming from downstairs, its silent.
You expect the woman to guide you to a room or somewhere more disclosed, but instead she pushes you against the stone railing of the big stair case.
"What-" you start, but she interrupts you.
"Dont you think I can see your hard on? Come on, I´ve been waiting for you all day."

Then her hand glides down and lands on the bulge in your pants.