Wendy in Scotland

Evelyn was not going to ruin this night for Bruce Hugo. He was determined to overcome this. The Brodie Castle near Forres was holding it’s annual All Hallow’s Eve Ball in late October. He had planned to go with Evelyn, and he'd planned to propose to her tonight at the Ball. But earlier that week he’d overheard her talking with one of her friends on the phone: She was only with Bruce for his money. He confronted her and relieved himself of her company. Now, humiliated and angered by the mistake he’d made by trusting her; he decided that he was still going tonight and he was still going to have a good time. He dragged out the top hat, long tailed coat, ruffled white shirt, and the black Venetian mask from the closet. He called for a car and told Charles, the Scottish Wolf-Hound “Don't wait up.” He wasn’t exactly rich, but he was well off enough. His father had left him a small fortune, a chiseled chin, deep hazel eyes, and broad shoulders. There was no shortage of single ladies in Forres waiting on Bruce to come by and give them a chance to make him feel better, but tonight he just wanted to go out on his own.

The ballroom was festively lit with fall colors, candle and torch flames. And the orchestra was playing beautiful yet ominous music for the season. His friends had greeted him and expressed their condolences for his situation, and then returned to their own dates. He didn't blame them. He’d helped himself to a couple of drinks and a few hors d’oeuvers, but he’d all but become bored with the event. Maybe Evelyn had succeeded in screwing up his weekend after all. He was about to down his last drink and leave before he looked across the dance floor - and something caught his attention: The woman in green… He had to stop and put his drink down. She was in a green sleeveless dress that hugged her ample endowment just right. Her dark wavy hair hung down perfectly over her beautifully toned shoulders. Her lips were a glowing fire red that set off her bright green eyes. Her hips were perfectly shaped, and as she turned he couldn’t help but admire her hips and ass. Adding to the allure of this gorgeous creature was the black mask rimmed in green sequins covering her face: It matched her eyes perfectly. He couldn’t help but stare at her. He hadn’t even noticed that he was staring; not until she happened to turn and make eye contact with him. He was stuck: Now either he’d turn away in embarrassment, or own up to his interest and go talk to her. He finished his drink and crossed the floor to introduce himself to this woman that now had stopped gazing around, and focused on him. She smiled, a good sign. He politely and confidently introduced himself: “Hello, my name is Bruce.” He said taking her hand and bowing to the lovely woman. She returned the polite gesture: “Wendy.” She said tentatively, almost shy. There was instant chemistry. The orchestra began playing the overture from Phantom of the Opera.

“May I?” Bruce said, wrapping an arm around her's and leading her in a dance. They danced and made small talk for a short time before the animal magnetism took over and he couldn’t help himself: He leaned in, staring deep in to her emerald eyes, then kissed her. She moaned softly at his intense kiss. He moved his hands to the sides of her face while she wrapped her arms around him, drawing in heavily. They’d stopped dancing and just held the kiss. After the song, Bruce motioned towards a nearby balcony, where they could be alone. They stepped out, taking a flute of champagne from a nearby waitress. The evening air was chilled and invigorating. The view was impressive and they took a moment to enjoy the panorama, then resumed kissing deeply. Bruce played his hands over Wendy’s body: Her hips, her sides, her shoulders - her perfect shoulders.

He moved his mouth from hers to her chin, then her neck as she leaned her head back and moaned. They never removed their masks as they gave in to their mutual enchantment. He couldn’t help himself. He moved his hands from her stomach up to her chest, squeezing her breasts and wanting desperately to pull her dress off. Her body language seemed to convey the same intent. He kissed his way down her shoulders: He’d desperately wanted that. Then he lead his way down her arm, then kissing her hand, then fingers, then sucking her finger into his mouth slowly while he stared into her eyes. They said nothing out loud, but the gaze they gave one another spoke enough. Kissing on the balcony was not going to be enough. Without saying a word, he moved his hand down to her dress; lifting her leg and placing her foot on a nearby concrete bench, then positioned himself before her. He slowly lifted her dress, enjoying the caress of her leg every inch of the way. Once at her hips, he explored his way across her hips to the soft satiny feel of her panties. Slowly, enjoying the sensual tactile pleasure of her body and the intimate touch of her panties, he rubbed on the center of her pussy, pushing in lightly. Still staring through the mask into the oceans of green, he pushed her panties to the side and played his fingers over her lips. She inhaled sharply as he touched her. The soft, warm feel of her freshly shaven mound gave him a tingle in his crotch; he had to answer it with a touch of his own. He kissed her again, sucking in on her lower lip as he rubbed slowly on her pussy. It was growing warmer and wetter. Bruce smiled almost devilishly at her as he moved his other hand to the hem of her dress and lowered himself.

He knelt down and kissed her knee, then her thigh, then began licking and sucking his way up her inner thigh. Wendy moved her leg to the side and placed a hand on his head as he piloted his tongue up the crevice between her thigh and groin right along side her pussy. He teased at first, licking at the tip of her slit. Then he opened his lips and sucked her clit into her mouth squeezing it lightly between his lips and sucking on it. He licked deep inside her pussy, ticking her and sucking her lips in and out. She held his head and bit her lip to contain the rush of elation as he went deeper with his mouth. She couldn’t stand it anymore. Wendy came with a small quake and knotted a fist of his hair. Bruce responded by licking even harder intensifying her orgasm. She pulled him up from her dress and kissed him deep and hard. Wendy moved her hand to his belt, caressing down his pant line feeling the bulge growing in his slacks. She gave a light squeeze to which Bruce responded with another nip on her lower lip. She giggled and moaned at the same time as she sucked her lip out of his mouth and pulled down on his zipper. She pulled him from his pants and stroked his member, enjoying the feel of it growing in her palm. Bruce moaned with his own excitement. She pulled up and down on him, her soft and gentle hands felt amazing; he was biting his own lower lip now. Then she drew him in. The sheer elation on his face could be read through his mask as she positioned him between her legs. He placed his hands on her hips and arched his back, then kissed her again as he first pushed the head of his cock into her, paused, then pulled out. He was teasing. He leaned in again, splaying her with his head again, then pausing. Then he could no longer control himself; he pushed himself all the way in. As he did, Wendy leaned in to him, pulling him towards her. He leaned down and nipped at her ear as he thrust into her slowly and methodically. Then he picked her up, placed her on the edge of the balcony for a better angle. He pulled her legs around behind him, took a quick glance over his shoulder to ensure their privacy, then began working in and out of her. Wendy’s deep, primal breathing in his ear was only turning him on even more, and driving him to fuck faster and harder. Then he gave into his desires from earlier and pulled down on her dress, exposing her beautiful, supple breasts. He took her left breast into his hand, working over her nipple with his thumb and finger, tugging it and twisting it until it was good and stiff. Then he leaned down and sucked it into his mouth. Wendy grabbed the back of his head, wadding his hair in a fist as he sucked hard on her nipple, then moving to the other breast and continued to stimulate alternately with his mouth and hands while he fucked her now hot and dripping wet pussy.

She hooked her feet behind his back, pulling him deeper into her with each ram of his dick. She was breathing deeper and harder, stifling an embarrassing scream. Realizing this, Bruce leaned up and cupped her mouth in his own, holding her scream in his mouth as he pumped in rhythm with her hips. Faster and harder, he squeezed her hips pulling her down onto him. He had to struggle not to moan out loud himself as he neared climax. Wendy moaned hard in Bruce’s ear through clenched teeth and her tender pussy quivered as she came, digging her fingers into his back. The moan and deep breath from Wendy was more than he could take. He came himself, thrusting harder into her now soaking wet pussy. She held her breath, clenched Bruce and shivered as the orgasm overcame her body. And as Bruce came, he wrapped one arm around her waist and another behind her back, holding deep in her silky hair, and gave one last hard thrust into her. After they let the orgasm take over and pass their bodies, they readjusted themselves and returned to the ballroom, unnoticed by the rest of the party guests. They smiled warmly at one another as they passed through the masks and costumes, still elated by their encounter on the balcony. They stopped at the bar near the door, with taxis in view. “What would you like to do?”