Leatherette Un-Masqueraded 
 
 
   
 
I was late getting to Brent's apartment-as usual. There had been so many beautiful masks at  Chantals 
 . Half masks, full masks, tribal masks, everything dripping in beads and jewels. It's no wonder Brent wanted to go to this Masquerade, we had only been friends for a couple of months and we were nearly inseperable, tonight was no exception. His crumbling apartment building stood just on the edge of town,fooling passerbys with its outward appearance but the inside was a wonder. High ceilings, epxposed beams, glorious natural light and an even more glorious walk-in closet! Brent had a design team create and organize every shelf. I loved sitting on the carpet with a glass of wine drifting into a reverie of shoes and ties. 
I buzz quickly,"You're late all the time, come up, the doors open!" crackles Brent on the intercom. I climb the three floors of stairs, careful not to jostle the mask I had finally settled on. Silver and white, it covered one eye,curving so that my nose and mouth were left bare,dangling along the side were tiny gold pearls glowing in the dim light. 
Sure enough his front door was ajar and my wine glass was waiting for me by the bar, "only Brent would be blasting classical music like this" I thought,the air was filled with drums,cymbals and french horns. I giggled as I padded towards the closet. 
Unaware of me, Brent was only half dresed in what looked like silver figure skating tights?, he bent over to pick up his mask giving me the perfect view of his thick thighs and nice ass. I covered my smirk with another sip of white wine. Standing up straight he put on the mask and turned around. 
My heart lept into my mouth,all comments died on my lips. Rows of long black feathers gleamed, followed by rows of dusty grey then white feathers. Hand sewn crystals and beads caught and flung sprinkles of tiny rainbows around us. He was an exotic creature, a strutting peacock with a chiseled chest and strong shoulders that looked soft and feminine. I frowned, that didn't make sense, how could he look so proud yet pretty? It must be the wine I thought as I neared, but why wasn't he saying anything? I stopped just infront of him and reached out to touch his mask, quickly he stepped back.Before I could snap at him, he turned to reach into a drawer and pulled out a corset. Amidst the cacaphony of bells and trumpets I became unsure of myself,I could only see his brown eyes and they too were turbulent and unsure. As the aria became lighter than air it dawned on me and this time when I stepped forward he did not move. I slid the corset from his fingers and motioned for him to turn around. Wordlesly, I examined the corset,stiff,metal boning, black velvet trim with satin ribbons to do the binding, it was exquisite. Finishing my wine, I took the slightest of breaths and reached around to fit Brent into the corset. I stepped closer and felt him tremble, I placed the corset just under his chest, smoothing it with feathery strokes over and over, mesmerizing myself with the feel of butter soft leather. I pulled back to begin sliding the lace through each hole while the violin moaned in the background. My head felt bubbly but I could not ignore the shivers of excitment running from my finger tips to the damp lips between my legs.I was in control and began to delight in it. Deliberately, I began to pull the corset tighter, with each pull I brought Brent closer to me, I thought I heard him moan. Satin ribbons and metal grommets, soft yet hard, exhaling I yanked hard on the final ribbon pulling Brent against me. I leaned in to tie the ribbon, enjoying the crush of my breasts against his back while breathing on the nape of his neck. A sudden break in the music blanketed the closet in silence and exposed our excitment-and the feeling was mutual I was sure of it now. The CD player changed discs, more classical music but this time I didn't mind, with a sigh I eased away,we were running the risk of being really late for the masquerade. 
Smoothing his feathers, Brent turned to face me, I didn't know what to think what to say, he looked,well..beautiful-and sexy. Whatever Brent saw in my face made him grin, blushing furiously and trying to recover my composure, I said, "not bad for a first time",without skipping a beat, he shot back, "who said it's the first time?". Not to be outdone,with a leer I pinched his nipple quick and hard. The music swallowed our sounds again but the word Brent mouthed was undeniable, "MORE". How far would this go? I raised my other hand to pinch his nipple, with both hands I twisted and pulled them until they were proud, hard nubs. Not once did I look away from Brent, I could see his eyes darkening with desire, a perfect match to the wet panties I now had on. The corest accentuated his chest, putting it on display, beckoning for me to suck them. I bent my head and flicked my tongue over one nipple, then the next. I shut my eyes tighter pinching one nipple and sucking the other, groaning I cupped my cunt. Spreading my fingers I rubbed at the moist heat denying myself the pleasure of really fingering myself. I as teasing both of us. With a grunt, Brent pulled me up, kissed me hard and quickly thrust me away. Confused I said nothing but could feel crimson heat crawling up my neck and flushing my face, I had to go somewhere, anywhere far from my lust and his hesitant desire. Instead, Brent took off his mask and shifted to pin me to the wall of ties. Leaning in so I could hear him, he whispered," I have no mask on, if you want it, you will have it." Pushing harder against me,the corset squeezed my breasts, it hurt, they tingled. He pushed harder still until my breath caught in my throat and he adjust his hips so that his stiff cock fit between my legs. Over the light flutterings of the flute I whispered back," I too have no mask on,if you give it,I will take it." And in a rush I knew that we would do everything possible to each other, with each other, for each other, over and over again. 
 
 
 Publication Date: June 26th 2012 https://www.bookrix.com/-leatherertte