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The grand ballroom of the Ritz Hotel was packed to capacity for the charity event of the year, a masque ball for the great and good of society with a chance to see and be seen by those who mattered, a chance to show one’s generosity for a good cause and at the same time be photographed for the back pages of Tatler.The event was a riot of colour, light, opulence and sensation. Beautifully attired men and women mingled, danced and drank together, all the while looking over the shoulder of the person they were speaking to for the next best thing.Ladies slid elegantly through the crowds, sashaying in their sparkling dresses, hair piled high on their heads to expose graceful swan life necks. Plunging necklines and scandalously exposed thighs hinted at the temptations to be had, while the light from the huge crystal chandelier and numerous wall-mounted sconces reflected from their glittering rings and strategically placed necklaces as they moved. Men in dark dinner jackets followed them with predatory gazes, their expensive tailored suits a sombre contrast to the bouquet of colours that were the women in the room.Everyone wore a mask. For many, this was just another opportunity to display their wealth and style with lavish and flamboyant designs that singled them out from across the crowded room. It spoke volumes of the individual behind the mask that such peacocking was required. Others had chosen a more understated approach, simpler, less flamboyant designs that spoke of the self-confidence beneath.The man standing eryaman escort on the balcony, overlooking proceedings, was one of the latter. He was tall, at least 6 foot 2, with broad shoulders and narrow hips characteristic of a swimmer or rower. He stood laconically, leaning on the ornamental railing of the minstrel’s balcony, slowly sipping a gin and tonic from a crystal tumbler. A simple black and gold Venetian mask covered the top half of his face, but it couldn’t hide the amused twinkle as he surveyed the ostentation displayed before him. He grinned to himself and took another sip of his drink as he scanned the ballroom for someone worth his effort.A flicker of movement caught his eye as a single woman moved effortlessly through the crowd. She was tall, with a slim build, narrow hips and long, graceful legs. Her long blond hair tumbled in elegant ringlets to fall across her shoulders in a golden cascade. But it was the contrasts that had caught his eye. Where her skin was milky white, her long dress was a deep midnight black. It clung tightly to her body, accentuating every curve and line. It covered her shoulders and chest in a gossamer-thin web of gauze that came together to frame her perfectly proportioned breasts. The dress continued down to her narrow waist, where a scandalously long slit exposed her left leg almost to the top of her thigh.He leaned further forward, entranced by this seductive vision. She must have sensed his gaze as sincan escort her head turned and her blue eyes locked on his. Her face was masked in a similarly simple design, but where he was black and gold, hers was a simple solid black. She read his intentions in a heartbeat and recognised in him a kindred spirit. Her ruby red lips parted in a coy smile, and with a slight nod of the head, she indicated that he should follow. Without waiting for acknowledgement, she turned and headed for one of the many side doors to the ballroom.With what he hoped was a confident swagger, the man quickly descended the flight of steps and made for the door she had just left through. He twisted and turned to get through the crowd, ever conscious of the woman standing in the doorway watching him with an amused glint in her eye. When he was only a few paces away, she turned and headed down the corridor at a slow, languid pace. He followed, keeping a gap between them, letting her choose the route and set the pace. She took the main corridor that ran parallel to the ballroom until it turned towards the staff areas beyond. It was quieter here, darker, with no others moving through the corridors and only the muted roar of the ball in the background.She turned a corner suddenly, her black dress blending with the darkness of the corridor beyond. He increased his speed and followed. He turned the corner and stopped dead. There in the corridor, the woman was waiting for him. She etlik escort stood with her back to the wall, hands behind her back and one black Louboutin clad, high heeled foot raised against the wall, exposing her milk-white thigh to his hungry gaze. It was such a contrasting vision of innocent demure and blazing sexuality that he was momentarily paralysed with indecision.She broke the moment by beckoning him forward with one long, manicured finger, the nail shining crimson red in the dim light. He moved towards her, his hand running up the smooth skin of her exposed thigh, his other moving around the small of her back and down to cup one cheek of her perfectly shaped behind. He squeezed gently, eliciting an excited moan from her. Her arms enclosed him, pulling his mouth down to meet hers. They met gently at first, lips barely touching, but then they began exploring each other hungrily with greater urgency.Their tongues danced over each other as they kissed. His hands wandered over her body as she stroked his broad back. His caressing began on the firm length of her legs but gradually moved upwards until they slid over the smooth skin of her hips and bottom. He took a perfect globe in each hand and squeezed gently. She responded by moaning into his ear and grinding herself against him. Taking this as her permission, he squeezed harder, eliciting a whispered “yes” from her. She lowered her head and began kissing his neck and face. She raised her left leg, curling it around his. His hand wasted no time at this new invitation and slid past the curve of her cheek to the hot cleft beyond. His questing finger touched the smooth bare skin of her sex instead of the lingerie he had been expecting and elicited a quiet moan as he did so. He grinned at her daring and gently slid his finger along the cleft seeking entrance to the bounty beyond.

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