The Masquerade Ball
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”I found one!” Lilly wrote to Matt.Matt had just arrived home from work, signed into Lush, and checked his messages, where he had received this note from his favorite feisty friend, LillyM.It’s the Mardi Gras Masquerade Ball at the Castle McCulloch near High Point, North Carolina. February 29, 2020. Leap Day! Do you think we can do it?Matt and Lilly had met on Lush about a year ago and had communicated haphazardly but not terribly frequently until the last couple months. It’s not entirely clear how it transpired — sometimes things simply happen serendipitously — but recently they had found an opportunity to communicate more. As they did, they found that what while they had always appreciated one another from afar, an increased level of contact showed that they simply “clicked” with one another.Nobody knows why. Nobody can know. You can’t choose to click with a person no matter how much you may want to, nor can you choose not to click. Chemistry is just there, or it isn’t. For lack of a better term, when you find it, it’s simply magical.Anyhow, so as Matt and Lilly began to communicate more — sometimes simply on her breaks when she was working at night, and sometimes for longer periods when she was not working — this connection between them became more organic. Lilly wiggled one night when Matt described the sensation of his breath upon her inner thighs. Matt, in turn, wiggled when Lilly told him that her “turned on” reaction to stories he posted on Lush was understood and implied.So, as it happened, Matt told Lilly that he had upcoming business in the Carolinas. Lilly had shared with Matt her love of dance, elegant dresses, and romantic balls. Matt told her that if she could find one in that area, he’d plan his trip around it if she dared to meet him.At first, Lilly dismissed the notion as a mere fantasy, but the more she thought about it, the more the idea grew on her. On a whim, she decided one day to search the internet to see if there were any upcoming events. It was there that she discovered the Mardi Gras Masquerade. At a castle, no less! Pictures of the venue showed stone walls, both interior and exterior. A bridge over a moat-like water element led to large double doors for entry. Behind the castle were lush greenery and gardens surrounding a pond, with a boardwalk bridge crossing over the pond and through the gardens. Could this actually happen?And not only a ball, but a masquerade! Elements of mystery, playfulness and intrigue. Lilly got butterflies just thinking about it.Let me see if I can make that work, Matt typed in reply to Lilly. When Lilly awoke the next morning, she looked for Matt’s response before she went out for a run. She was mildly disappointed. She was hoping for a more definite, “yes,” but for now, time would tell. Later that day, however, Lilly was in for a surprise. As she pulled into her driveway, in the new car she’d bought earlier that month, she saw a package at the door. She retrieved it and took it inside. It had no markings. Just a plain brown box. When she opened it, there was a note atop two more boxes inside the larger box. Her eyes were quizzical. What could this be? she thought.Somewhat apprehensively, she opened the note. The note read, “I request the honor of your presence at the Mardi Gras Masquerade Ball. February 29, 2020, 8:00 p.m. McCulloch Castle. Yours, Matt.” Attached to the note was a ticket to the ball. Lilly felt giddy. Nervous a bit, too. But giddy. This seemed too good to be true. But what was in the other boxes?Inside one she found an elegant, royal blue ball gown. Woven into the upper portion of the gown was a pattern. Lilies! Oh my gosh! Lilly thought. He didn’t! Packaged with the gown was a black masquerade mask. Mysterious. Intriguing. Sensual. And, frankly, sexy.When her hands reached for the second box, she had a pretty good idea of what it was. Her fingers quickly fumbled it open, and sure enough, inside was a pair of open-toed silver slippers. Lilly looked down at her feet, at her pink toenails, and thought about when she told Matt that pink was the only color she painted her nails. She was confident they’d look good in these shoes.For a moment, Lilly realized her heart was thumping. This was so exciting! And it was only a few short weeks away. She tried on the dress and the shoes, and twirled down the hallway. It felt elegant and sexy and romantic.She rushed to send Matt a message. Matt! she typed. Oh my! I can’t believe it. The dress … is simply beautiful. The shoes are perfect. The mask is sexy. I can’t believe you did this. That was so generous. I promise that you will not regret it!Later that day, she received a message back. I’m not sure which one of us is more excited. I can’t wait to see you in that dress. I just knew it was perfect when I saw it. I actually started looking for the dress before I made sure I could make it to the ball. But once I saw this, I knew it was meant to be. I’ll be cutting it close with my travel plans. As we get closer to the date, we’ll work out the logistics. I will most likely have to meet you there, if that’s okay?I’m a big girl, Lilly ankara travesti replied. That is perfectly okay. You just get yourself there, mister! You don’t want to see this Lilly get too feisty!Matt chuckled when he read her response. Feisty, indeed. Passionate. Funny. And one hundred percent pure fun. The succeeding weeks flew by. Lilly was occupied by work and her classes, Matt likewise by work and planning for the trip. They talked when they could, but not as often as they’d have liked.Finally, the week of the trip arrived. Matt sent Lilly a message. I’m still working out the logistics, but I’ll send you a note Saturday morning with the plan, if that’s okay with you?Can’t wait! Lilly replied. The morning of Saturday, February 29, 2020, Lilly awoke with butterflies in her stomach. She checked Lush to see if Matt had sent her a note with the arrangements, but there was nothing there. A tiny nervous part of her might have breathed a sigh of relief if this fell through. But she had that dress. Those shoes. The mask. And it was projected to be a beautiful evening with a full moon. Everything seemed to be falling into place except for the final details.As she was thinking, her doorbell rang. When she reached the door, a UPS truck was driving away, and there was a small package at the door.Lilly came inside, leaned against the counter, and opened the package. Yet again, there was a note atop a small package inside. “Meet me at the ball. I should be there just after it starts. I have made arrangements for you to park at the mansion next door, where a room will be made available for you to put on your dress. The butler at the mansion (yes, these people actually have a butler) will drive you to the castle once dressed. Stand at the bar with a glass of champagne. You’ll know me when you see me. I’ve arranged for accommodations for the night. I hope you like what is inside. See you tonight! Yours, M.” Lilly opened the interior package and gasped. Inside was an exquisite, royal blue, floral-patterned bra and thong set. It was sexy. Very sexy. Yet elegant. Very elegant. Equal parts of each.This man thinks of everything, Lilly thought to herself. And maybe he’s a bit presumptuous with the lingerie, she thought further. But damned if I don’t like it. Lilly had a smile on her face. She also wondered if she would recognize Matt. They had never met. All she knew was that he was 5’9”, athletic, and had short grey hair and blue eyes. Somehow, deep down, she knew that she’d know him. Hell, she might even feel his presence before she saw him. At about 7:30 that night, Lilly pulled into the rounded driveway of a large Tudor mansion next door to the castle. Damn, she thought. Someone could get lost in this place. As she parked, the butler surprised her, standing right next to her door. “You must be Miss Lilly?” he inquired.“Yes,” Lilly answered, taken aback.“I will carry your items,” the butler answered. “Follow me.”Lilly followed the butler up the curved driveway and through the doorway into a cavernous foyer with an elegant stairway leading upstairs. The butler showed Lilly into a “study” off the foyer and informed her that arrangements had been made for her to get ready there. “There is an adjoining powder room if you need it,” the butler added.When Lilly stepped into the “study,” she gasped. It was more like a library. The walls were lined with books, and there was a rolling ladder on each wall. In the center of the room stood an enormous roll-top desk, with two chairs positioned in front. Off to the side was another area with a couch, coffee table, and two comfortable chairs. There was a certain richness to the room. The wood furniture. All of the books. You could actually smell the books and the wood. She could have spent hours there.Nevertheless, she put down her stuff and stepped into a spacious “powder room” that was actually two rooms, one with a sitting and dressing area and the other with a bathroom. There was a full-length mirror. Lilly slipped into the bra and the thong. She worked her way into the elegant blue dress. And she stepped into the slippers. As she looked in the mirror, she slipped on the mask, glanced at herself, and couldn’t help but think that Matt would like what he saw. It felt good. Damned good. And exciting. The appointed hour was near.Moments later, the butler pulled a horse-drawn carriage to the front of the mansion and stepped out to open the door for Lilly. You’ve got to be kidding me, Lilly thought to herself. It was almost too storybook. No. It was too storybook. But what the hell. You only live once. And this was special. Matt had thought of every detail.Just moments later, the butler stopped alongside the bridge to the castle, opened the door, and took Lilly’s hand. She stepped from the carriage, donned her mask and walked into the castle.When she stepped through the doors, she entered a new world. Men in tuxedos. Women in ball dresses. Masks all around. A band played on the far side of the room. It felt more like the 1920s than the 2020s. The music echoed off the stone walls with just the right acoustics. travesti ankara Exquisite chandeliers lit the dim room, assisted by the candlelight from candelabras along the walls. It almost could have as easily been 1620 as 1920 or 2020. There was an elegant timelessness about the atmosphere. After soaking it all up for a moment, Lilly walked to the bar. The bartender glanced at her royal blue dress, with the woven floral pattern and stepped beyond the bar. “You must be Miss Lilly?” he asked, but did not await an answer. “For you.” He pulled out a bottle of Lilly’s favorite champagne. She was flabbergasted. Every detail. Nothing missed.She sipped her champagne and soaked up more of the atmosphere. At the back of the room, two great doors opened up onto a deck leading to a boardwalk bridge. The bridge led to a path into the gardens behind the castle. A walkway stretched as far as the eye could see, and the moon shone brightly in the dark night sky.Suddenly, Lilly felt something. It was almost imperceptible. It was in the air. It was deep inside her. It fluttered over her skin. She glanced toward the door, and a man meeting Matt’s description approached. She knew instantly — felt instantly — that it was him. Through their masks, their eyes lit up at one another. Lilly glanced and saw that he wore a vest and tie that perfectly matched the royal blue floral weaving in her dress. It must have been custom made.Both smiled wide at each other as Matt reached the bar, and took Lilly’s hand in his own. Lilly literally shivered at the touch. The moment was almost too big. And yet it also felt strangely natural.Lilly’s arms slipped around Matt’s waist to hug him, and he pulled her close. She looked up at him, and said, “Matt …” and trailed off.“Lilly,” he replied, “you look beautiful. That dress. You were made for it, and it was made for you. Do you love it?”“I do,” she answered, and the hug lingered.“So whaddya think of our ball?” Matt asked.“Perfect,” Lilly answered. “I couldn’t have imagined it better.”“You are the one who found it,” Matt countered.“But you filled in every last detail,” Lilly replied.“You deserve no less,” Matt answered.Matt took Lilly’s hand and led her to the dance floor.“But what about my drink?” Lilly asked.“Your drink and the bottle will be taken care of and available,” Matt answered.She relaxed and followed his lead. When the music started, Matt led her gracefully across the floor. He spun her. He dipped her. She pressed close. She flitted away. They danced and danced and danced some more.Masked men and women dotted the floor, dancing around them. They were surrounded by hundreds, and by nobody at all. Faceless. Timeless. Mysterious. A sensory feast.When they took a break for a drink and appetizers — there was caviar, pates, cheese, oysters, shrimp, sushi, beignets, and more — Lilly said to Matt, “You never told me you could dance!”“I can’t,” Matt said, and Lilly’s brow furrowed. “Or I couldn’t. I’ve been taking classes five nights a week for the last month!”“You are far too much of a charmer, Mr. Matt,” Lilly said, feistily winking.“And you still find me irresistible,” Matt teased back.“Maybe,” Lilly answered, refusing to admit something she felt sure to be true.Matt led Lilly out the back doors onto the deck that fed the boardwalk leading to the garden path. They stood next to the railing in the night air, which felt so good after all of the dancing. From the railing, they looked over the pond, with the moonlight lighting the sky overhead and reflecting on the water. The band could be heard through the doors in the background. They looked back at each other, Matt’s head tilted down, and Lilly’s up, smiling at one another.“This is a special evening, Lilly Marie,” Matt said, smiling.“So special,” she answered, dropping the feistiness and showing her true feelings.Matt’s head tilted further down. Lilly’s tilted further up. Their lips brushed. Lingered. The kiss nearly ended, and then it lingered a moment longer. Lilly sank into Matt’s body, her arms around his neck. His arms encircled her waist. Their lips parted. Their tongues touched, and the stars suddenly shone brighter. The night air was alive. Their mouths separated, but the hug lingered. Their lips met again. And then parted. They were very much together. Connected.“Ready for more dancing?” Matt said.“I thought you’d never ask,” Lilly replied.And back they went. Time flew by. They danced. They dined. They finished the bottle of champagne and started in on a second. Toward the end of the ball, they stepped out on the deck once more.“Would you like to go for a walk?” Matt asked. “Explore the garden?”“Oh, would I!” Lilly answered. “It looks mystical and mysterious and beautiful in the night sky.”“Would you like me to carry your shoes?” Matt asked.“Such a gentleman,” Lilly answered. And so thoughtful, she thought. It would have been hard to walk in these shoes on that path. She leaned over, slipped off each shoe, and handed them to Matt, who held her shoes in one hand and her hand in the other.They walked for a quarter mile or so along the water before ankara travestiler it opened into a garden. The path separated in four directions, and Matt led Lilly to the right, where the path ended in a black, wrought iron fence. In the distance beyond the fence, there was a patio in the center of the neighboring garden of the mansion next door. The patio stood in a prominent spot, on a crest, overlooking the mountains. There was furniture, a pergola interlacing overhead, and even a glowing stone fireplace. All on a patio in the center of the garden.Matt unlatched the gate and began to lead Lilly into the mansion’s adjoining garden.“Are we allowed to go here?” Lilly asked, hesitant and tentative.“I told you I had arranged for accommodations,” Matt answered.Lilly gasped. “This?” she asked. “This is our accommodations?”“Maybe it was a bit of an understatement,” Matt said, smiling at her.“So you didn’t just arrange for me to use the library,” Lilly said.“I wanted it to be a surprise,” Matt answered.“Oh, it is” Lilly replied. “It is. I am speechless. And that doesn’t happen. Ever.”Matt led Lilly toward the pergola and the fire. A spread of desserts was arrayed on a table in front of an L-shaped couch that was oriented to view outward over the mountains. Every dessert was chocolate. Mousse. Fudge. And at the center was a chocolate fountain, with strawberries arranged all around.Crossed at the center of the table were two blue lilies.Lilly looked at Matt. “For me?”“Didn’t you say chocolate was your guilty pleasure?” he asked.Lilly was happily surprised. “You are too much,” she said. But he wasn’t. He felt strangely just right. There was another bottle of champagne. The fire was lit. The moon glowed above. There was a feeling in the air — a current of tingly electricity. Exciting and calming at the same time.“We may not be going back to the ball,” Lilly said.“I thought we might not,” Matt answered.In front of the stone fireplace, Lilly leaned into Matt and they kissed again. Matt dropped Lilly’s shoes onto the patio and wrapped his arms around her. This time their mouths opened easily, and their tongues danced as fluidly as their bodies had danced at the ball.As their bodies sunk together, the moon glowed high above, and the fireplace warmed the air surrounding them. The rest of the world drifted away. There was only Matt and Lilly.Matt reached for a strawberry, dipped it into the chocolate fountain, and fed it to Lilly. They kissed again.Lilly took a strawberry and fed one to Matt. They kissed again, tongues gliding and brushing together, sweet and chocolate-coated.When Matt fed Lilly a second strawberry, her lips found his finger and playfully licked and sucked on it. Her eyes twinkled with playfulness, mischief and pure delight. The champagne — and the moment — the entire constellation of circumstances — were getting to her head. And yet it felt good. It felt right. She could just let go and lose herself in a perfect moment.They kissed again, harder, more intently. With something like urgency, but not quite. With each moment the kiss lingered, the intensity of the moment expanded, surrounding them. And the way Matt kissed Lilly, she could feel it all the way down to her toes. It took her breath away.Matt spun Lilly around, and she leaned back against him. Leaning down, Matt’s lips found her shoulder. He slipped her hair to the other side of her neck. He kissed her neck. Her ear. She could feel his breath. Warm. Lilly gasped out a small, “Mmmmm.”Matt’s hands roamed from Lilly’s hips up the sides of her body and she felt herself putting her hands over his. Guiding them. Pulling them to cover her breasts through the dress. Yearning to be touched.“Is there anybody …” Lilly began to ask.“The ball just ended,” Matt answered. “The garden is closed off. We are and will be completely alone.”“Do you,” Lilly paused. “Want to …” she paused again. Fuck it, she thought. “See the lingerie?”With the mild weather and the fireplace lighting the patio, it was perfectly comfortable.“For every moment since I bought it,” Matt answered.“Was that presumptuous of you?” Lilly asked.“No presumption,” Matt answered. “I wanted you to feel sexy in it, whether or not you chose to share it with me.”“I do,” Lilly answered.“Do what?” Matt asked.“Feel sexy in it,” she concluded. “Very. You make me feel sexy.”She handed Matt his glass, pressed his chest and told him to sit.This was going to be good. She felt good. As Matt sat and watched, Lilly’s blue eyes locked on his. She reached behind her back and unzipped the dress. It slowly. Dropped. From her shoulders. Just as it began to drop past her breasts, she turned around, back to him. Teasing him. And herself. The dress slid down her sides to her hips. Down her hips. It slunk further down, and her ass was bared, the silky fabric of the thong between her buttocks. Down her thighs. Past her calves. Until the dress fell at her ankles. And Lilly stepped out of the dress. One pink-toenailed foot. At a time. She lay it over one of the chairs. Lilly looked over her shoulder at Matt. She slowly turned around. She grabbed another chocolate-covered strawberry. She stepped toward him.“So whaddya think?” Lilly asked, teasing. She could see very well in Matt’s eyes what he thought. And it made her feel good. Sexy. Confident.“I’m speechless,” Matt answered. “And that doesn’t happen. Ever.”
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