Sexy Belle. I know, but I was online shopping and had a few glasses of wine trying to figure out what to wear to the Halloween party I was going to and thought it was funny.
I wear glasses. I love books. I like big hulking men, so it seemed a good idea at the time.
I’m also tall, and the yellow satin skirt barely covered my arse. This wasn’t me. I’m not that woman, but isn’t that the point?
Our little crowd scored tickets to this thing, and I was dreading it. It was a misty evening on the brink of rain but not freezing. Which was great because I was half-naked.
Inside was bright and loud and full of people. I resisted the urge to recoil and grabbed a drink from a tray.
The place was packed with excess and revelry, and my friends threw themselves into it. I didn’t. I watched from the sidelines as usual.
Jen, the closest thing to a best friend of mine, joined me. “You’re being boring.”
“I am boring.” With a dry look, I downed the rest of my sparkling wine.
“Come on Liz.”
“I’m here, I dressed tarty, what more do you want?”
She grinned but sighed. “You’re right. I’m proud you nearly got your tits out.”
I grabbed another drink as a little group of people came in, and I froze.
He was nearly a foot taller than everyone else, blond hair almost white, and wearing a phantom type mask.
“That is Victor,” Jen said as she caught me staring, and closed my mouth for me with a finger to my chin.
“Is it,” I murmured.
Jen laughed. “He’s not social. I’ve only seen him once. My ex’s brother’s friend. Polish I think. He was in an accident.”
“Industrial. He was crushed when some machinery exploded.”
Then I saw it. Two fingers on one hand, the edge of a scar running out from under his mask.
He looked my way, and the palest blue eyes stared out from his mask. I couldn’t draw breath. The moment seemed to string out, and then he turned away.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded and went to the loo. I arranged my tits again, seeing as they were determined to escape, and went back out. Victor was gone.
I didn’t see my friends either, and restless, I went outside to the patio terrace. Steps led down to torchlit gravel paths that skirted a fountain and box gardens. It was beautiful.
Out of place and ridiculous, I needed quiet. One side of the broad terrace, shrouded in darkness, was deserted, and at the end, it turned giving a view of the barest outlines of gardens. I headed into the dark quiet and leant on the thick stone balustrade. Damp and rough, I picked at the lichen.
“You shouldn’t lean like that.”
I snapped up at the voice and spun around. The slight accent to the deep sound brought heat to my face, that and the fact I’d flashed my backside.
From the darkness, a figure moved, and I’m sure my heart stopped. He stepped forward, light from a window showing his silhouette. Victor.
“Are you frightened?”
“Of being alone with a man I don’t know in the dark? I mean, common sense would dictate that.”
“But you’re not?”
My head swam, and the pressure in my face reminded me to breathe. He came a little closer, still leaving several feet between us. He wasn’t wearing his mask, scars ran over his face, his nose was broken, but I thought he was hot.
“Satisfied? Run along little girl.”
I laughed. “First of all, I’m not little.” I gestured to myself. “I’m thirty-three, so a woman, not a girl. And satisfied at what? I didn’t know you’re here.”
He scowled. “You were staring.”
“I don’t get out much. I rarely see men who are tall and broad enough for my taste. You’re my type.” My forwardness wasn’t me.
I shrugged and turned around. I shivered as I leant back on the stone.
“I said you shouldn’t do that.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t look.”
He laughed, a rumbling muted noise. Standing next to me, he leant down so our upper arms nearly touched.
“What is your name?”
“Liz. You’re Victor. Jen knows you.”
“Ah, I remember her a little.”
We didn’t speak for a minute, and it was nice. He cleared his throat. “There are bats here.”
“I love bats.” I grinned.
He pointed up, and we turned to look. We stood close together in silence. His presence was exciting and comforting.
“There,” he whispered, pointing. A dart of a tiny shadow. It flitted past us and then another. I grinned and grabbed his shirt.
He leant right down to my ear. “That’s why they have this bit closed. They’re protected.”
The sound of his deep voice did something to me, and I shivered.
He stood up stepping away. “Apologies. I’m not used to being outside and with people anymore.”
“Oh. I’ll leave you in peace, then.”
“You don’t have to go.” He glanced at me. “I don’t talk to women. This is nice.”
“I scare people. I thought Halloween would be easier.” He waved the mask and set it down. “It’s not better. My face is other people’s costume.”
“If it’s a consolation I think you’re hot.”
“No one has said that in a very long time. Thank you.”
I felt like a nob. The silence got awkward. “Anyway.”
I made to leave, but he touched my arm. “I, um, I forgot how to do this, not that I was any good at it. You’re very lovely. And I er…” his eyes drifted down, but he pulled them up, flushing a little.
“It’s fine, you don’t have to be nice to me.”
“I think you’re hot too.” He screwed his face up.
“Wow. That was hard to say, am I that bad?” I fake laughed. “Bye.”
“No wait please I mean it, I just… I suck at this.”
“Is that what that was supposed to be?”
He slumped against the balustrade, folded his arms and scowled the patio into submission. “You are beautiful. And nice. Most people stare in horror or won’t look at me at all. They definitely don’t call me hot.”
“I haven’t been on a date in over a year.” I shifted my feet, heels pinching.
“I’m tall. Don’t take shit. I’m clever. Reasonably successful. I scare men. They’re weak and threatened. So if I’m honest, I’m not looking for a relationship. I miss sex.” I realised what I said and clamped my mouth shut. I shivered.
“Sex?” He stood straight and neared me.
“I came to this thing with the ridiculous idea that I might pull. Even just a kiss, I want connection.”
His eyes fluttered. “Yes. If you really want to kiss me.”
I stepped nearer. “Why would I not?”
“A prank, pity.” He focused on my mouth, and I slipped my glasses off. He blurred.
“I hate pranks. I don’t pity you.”
We were so close I felt his body heat. I shivered harder.
“Excellent powers of observation.”
He was in full costume and grabbed the cape and wrapped it around us both. I leant into him, and he radiated heat.
I looked up, sliding my hands around him, but he turned his face away.
“We don’t have to do this. At all.”
He cleared his throat but held tighter. “I want to kiss you.”
I reached up, sliding my hand up his back. It was so good to be held, to hold another. The need for connection buzzed in me.
“Then do it.”
He focused on my mouth, licking his lips before pressing his to mine. Soft yet firm and hesitant.
I licked at him, and he opened. Reticence left, and with a hum, he squeezed me and took my mouth. I kept up, and we stumbled against the nearest wall, shrouded in complete darkness. With his hands reaching my arse, he shifted me up a little, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
Needy and desperate, he was incredible. He broke away gasping for breath. We panted, lips hovering close.
“I want you.”
He went rigid.
“I don’t do this. Really. But I want you.” I tried not to grind against him.
“Yes.” He kissed me again and held nothing back.
Hardness pressed between us.
I heard laughter. We stilled.
“Have you seen that tall slutty nerd that Vic was gawping at?” A man said. Victor’s eyes went wide.
“Yeah, in that Belle costume. Looking for trouble with that outfit. Nice tits though.” Laughter.
Victor slowly put me down.
“She looked desperate enough even for Vic.”
He closed his eyes, pained.
I put my finger to his mouth and felt his crotch and undid his fly. His eyes shot open.
“It’s not like he’d pull her.”
“She’s hot though. I might have a crack.”
Victor sneered, but it transformed into pleasure as I freed his cock. Fucking thing was massive. I crouched down, and he bit his bottom lip as I took what I could in my mouth.
This was not what I planned.
He smelt clean and tasted good. I sucked and licked as he trembled. The sounds of the others muffled as they moved off.
He pulled away and urged me up. “Shit I don’t have any protection.”
With shaking hands, I found one in my little clutch. “I always carry one, not that I ever get to use them.”
He took it, and I shuffled my knickers off.
We heard them call Victor’s name, and I tried not to laugh. He hoisted me up the wall again, covering us in his cape, and I wriggled and angled as we got into position and he slid right in all the way.
He muffled my cry with a kiss. It was perfect. Hot, hard, and deep. I felt full and connected.
It was the sweetest moment. Overwhelming and visceral in the cool dark.
Fisting my hair, he growled, and he moved.
Nothing but us, our beating hearts, and our need. We sought a place without words; new but a memory.
The voices grew louder as he started to thrust.
Fear and excitement mixed with the pleasure of being fucked against a wall in public. His breath was hot against my neck as he jolted me. I clung on and watched the patio. A figure rounded the corner with his back to us.
Victor stilled but ground slowly against me in the right way. The person hovered not leaving. I tensed, thighs squeezing him as he kept working me, and I came. Intense and silent, I held my breath, nails digging in through his suit, my pussy spasmed hard. He expelled a slow breath.
“No, I don’t see him.” The figure wandered off.
“Fuck me, please.” I urged him to move.
With a grunt he did. Pounding me, desperate, and all I could do was hold on.
I started to go lax at the ferocity, but he stilled, holding back his cry as he shuddered inside of me.
He kissed my cheek and said something I didn’t understand. Carefully, he eased out of me, and gently set me down. I put my knickers back on while he got rid of the condom, wrapping it in a tissue and tossing it in a bin at the edge of the patio. He peeked around the corner and came back to me.
He held me, kissing my hair. “That was so good.”
“It was. Bit cold.”
“Do you want to go? With me. I mean. To mine. Why am I not less awkward?”
“Yes. Take me home.”
He smiled at me.
He picked up his mask, and I straightened my dress and put my glasses back on.
“Ready?” I took his hand.
The bright, loud part grated as we moved through. My friends gaped and gave me the thumbs up when they spotted me. I waved.
In the foyer, we saw his friends. They went silent.
I turned to them. “Desperate? Not desperate enough for twats like you. Hot for this stud though.” I flipped the douche-friend the bird.
Victor pulled me along with a squeeze to my arse. “When we get to mine, I’m going to eat your pussy until you come on my face for that,” he whispered.
This was going to be a fun night.