Masquerade - A Revenge Story - Sex Stories

Masquerade - A Revenge Story

... deeper register to try and prevent any obvious recognition, "I'm Francis," I obviously wasn't going to use my real name, and I wanted something banal and unremarkable, "Yeah, I've been here a few times before, it's good."

"Maybe," Sharon pushed her chest towards me, "you could help me find my way around? Tell me where to go, what to do sort of thing?" She was trying desperately to be flirtatious, but I don't think I could be attracted to this woman again even if it meant saving the world. Her previous behaviour had shown me that, while she was still outwardly attractive, inside she had nothing going for her. So why not treat her like she wanted to be treated? Be commanding, make her beg.

"I suppose I could," I responded, disinterest pouring off every word, "but what's in it for me?"

Looking taken aback by that, Sharon seemed quite put out.

"Because you get to walk around with a half-naked hottie?" She fired back, as modest as ever.

"Look around love," was my gruff response, "most of the people here are half-naked hotties. What makes you special?"

"Because," she leant towards me, her breasts now rubbing against my chest, "of the things I can do for you."

I shrugged, finishing my drink as she looked up at me with surprise.

"I suppose that'll do," Placing my glass onto the bar, I started to walk off, only looking back several steps away to see her staring like a deer in the headlights, "Come on then, gardens this way."

Without looking to see if she ...

... was even following, I walked into the garden. Only open during the summer months, it was surrounded by large bushes and trees that gave them the privacy they required from neighbours but didn't stop the sunlight from getting in to warm their semi-naked bodies thanks to the evening sun.

I stood there, enjoying the breeze, staring out at the flowers and bushes, before turning to see if Sharon had come with me. To my amazement she had, shivering despite the sunlight.

"You cold?" I asked without any inflection while sat next to us at a garden table, a woman easily in her fifties sucked off a guy about my age. I kept my eyes on them as Sharon looked around the garden.

"A little bit," she responded, a slight shiver in her voice, "I just... oh!" She finally noticed the couple, although she was probably more shocked by what was happening in public than the obvious age difference. "Oh my, is that, usual for this place?"

I laughed at her naivety, searching the visible part of her face.

"This is tame to what you'll see inside," I grinned inside the mask, "is that the sort of thing you're after?" I quizzed her, "Because, by you're reaction, I sense it might be too much. If that's the case, this ain't the place for you."

"No, no," she insisted, "I wasn't worried by the blowjob," she spoke as she continued to stare directly at the bloke as he moaned in happiness from what this seemingly magical granny was doing with her tongue, "I was just... taken aback by it happening so ...