Silver & Gold pt. 1

[th****]

It always starts this way.

A moment’s glance, a fraction of a conversation, the brush of fabric almost close enough to be considered real contact. That was all it took for me to lose myself in a fantasy.

I spot him from across the ballroom— the midnight blue of his suit extenuating the cool undertone of his skin and the deep silver of his mask matching the silver streaked in through his dark hair. I catch bits and pieces of his conversations, he smiles easily at others, gives them his full attention when they speak.

I want him with an embarrassing ferocity.

He hasn’t noticed me yet and if the gods are merciful, it will stay that way for the rest of the night.

At thirty four, my life is..quiet. Small. At some point the fire and ***lessness of my youth had leaked out and stagnancy crept in like frost. I’d lost control and I was desperately grappling for a way to get it back.

My therapist had told me to start finding ways to expand my horizons, my friends quickly agreeing. I’d been trying new things, yoga, book clubs and now, well, now, I found myself in the middle of a kinky masquerade party.

Held on a massive estate ground, the party was set to begin indoors and gradually bleed out onto the rest of the grounds.

I don’t even remember how I’d found out about it or managed to get invited but here I was. And I was way out of my fucking league.

Swallowing the lump knotted in my throat, I carefully wove through the crowd toward the refreshments. I didn’t really want anything but I just needed something to do to keep my hands from fidgeting.

I’d come alone, hoping to find my courage but surrounded by so many lovely, confident and clearly comfortable people, I felt myself shrinking by the moment.

I chew on my lower lip, eyeing the drinks until I finally settle on a flute of champagne. No sooner had I brought the rim to my lips when a voice—that same smooth perfect voice I’d been hearing all night sounded at my side.

“Excuse me.”

I nearly ***, sputtering on my drink as I struggle to clear my throat. The silver fox in blue stands beside me, far enough not to invade my space but close enough that the scent of his cologne splashes against my nose. It’s warm, some kind of spiced note that melts my core.

His hands are shoved in his pockets, everything about his posture relaxed, at ease. I wish I could say the same for myself.

“Uh, yes?” I ask once I’ve finally caught my breath.

He smiles and my knees nearly give out at the sight. “Sorry if I startled you,” He began. “I saw you earlier and I didn’t want to miss the chance to come over and introduce myself.”

Wait. When exactly had he seen me? I’d been watching him a good chunk of the night but he hadn’t even so much as glanced my way.

“Oh. Okay, sure.” I stammer lamely, wishing that I could kick myself.

“I’m Silver.”

I raise a brow, immediately suspicious. “Silver? That’s your name?”

He chuckled and heat began to pool between my thighs at the sound. “For the night it is,” He replied. “We aren’t supposed to give our real names. You’re new, I take it.”

Embarrassment flushed my cheeks. I had known that, of course, I’d read and agreed to the rules but Silver was making it impossible for me to think clearly. Choosing to ignore his statement, I pressed on, offering my hand. “I’m Goldie.”

It was a lame name, admittedly but I’d opted to wear both a golden dress and mask tonight so it was all I’d been able to think of.

Silver took my hand and brought it his lips, hazel eyes remaining fixed on me as he did so. The moment his lips touched my skin, electricity shot through me: I was wet. From just one single brush of skin against skin with this man.

“Color me very, very pleased to meet you, Goldie.” Silver said, the way his tongue curled around the sound of my faux name had my mind wandering, wondering what it would be like to have his tongue curled inside of me.

I struggled not to squeeze my thighs together. “Nice to meet you too.”

“Did you come here alone, Goldie?” he asked gently. “These parties can be a little intimidating if you don’t have any sort of guidance the first time.”

“I came here alone.” I admit.

“Would you like me to show you the ropes?” Silver inquired.

Oh, fuck. I wanted that, very much but my mind and my body were at war. I wanted to listen to him, to have an actual conversation but my body was too horny for its own good. I couldn’t think. I could barely speak.

If I was going to be around this man , I’d need my wits and the best way to ensure that I had them was to take the edge off.

I needed to cum. Badly.

“I’d love that, Silver,” I say quickly. “But do you mind waiting? I need to run to the bathroom really quickly.”

He flashed that perfect smile at me again. “Of course not. Take your time.”

I turn and nearly dash out of the ballroom, down the corridor and into the bathroom. The bathroom is silent save for my heels against the marble tile.

I send up a silent prayer of gratitude to the fates that I’m alone. Rushing into the nearest stall, I quickly lock the door behind me and press my back against the cool, dark tile along the wall. My hand trails down between my legs, slipping under my dress before my fingers shift the damp material fabric of my panties to the side.

A moan falls from my lips as I push two fingers into my wet pussy, my spine melting in relief. I close my eyes and pretend it’s Silver’s fingers filling me, his voice against the shell of my ear.

I imagine filthy, indulgent words he’d save just for me, the weight of his body and the smell of his cologne as he finger fucked me to oblivion. I imagined his fingers slipping into my mouth as he hushed me, told me to be a good girl and keep it quiet while he played with me. My thumb traced rapid circles against my clit and before I could stop myself, I was crying out, my legs trembling as my orgasm jolted through me.

Clarity began to settle over me, my heart racing as I came down from my orgasm: I had just imagined a complete stranger fucking me senseless.

[aT****]

Mmmmm, such a hot fantasy, thorneerose. I bet ol' Silver is in for a good time! I'd like to read what happens next. 😈
I trust you've not sated your lustful desires by diddling yourself in the stall but only ramped up the passion that you're, quite obviously ready to bestow