Until We Meet Again

Halloween morning.

Waking up on this day for the past three years has been the day she looked forward to the most. She got to see this mysterious man on this day only. This year would be different, Jasmine was determined to learn the identity of her mystery man.

Being a part of high society there were constant events, but the one that everyone loved was known for trouble. The charity masquerade ball. Repeating every year but with a different theme. This years theme, the Saints and Sinners.

Unknown how each year they found one another; almost as if fated. The first year they met, a night of instant attraction and passion. Jasmine wanted tonight to be the same. Somehow every time they got together he kept his mask on, which kept his identity a secret.

Deciding to get ready for the night to come, Jasmine needed to find the perfect dress. She picked being a Sinner, and she went to the mall to get a dress that would be sure to grab her mystery man's eye.

Walking into the store is where she saw the perfect black dress. Grabbing her size off the rack she made her way into the fitting room. Easily slipping over her olive skin. Zipping up the back she stepped out of her room glancing in the mirror. The midnight black sequined dress hugged her supple curvy body.

The dress had a deep plunge in the front revealing more of her skin which would be the perfect thing to catch his attention. She went back to the room to change back into her normal clothes. She walked up to the cash register and paid for her dress.

Back home Jasmine pulled together her outfit for the evening and took a mask out of her collection from over the years. A perfect simple black one that matched everything about her dress. Curling her blonde hair planning to leave it down to complement her plunging neckline. Slipping into her dress and finishing her makeup she was ready for a night she would never forget.

The starry night seemed to spread across the sky as the sun went down revealing the blood orange moon. The stars shone brightly as Jasmine climbed into her cab prepared for the night of a lifetime. A short ride to the hotel where the party was being held. Opening her door to slip out, she took in a deep breath of the crisp night air.

Walking into the hotel she prepared herself to find the actual name of her mystery man. Stepping inside the hotel they covered everything in dark midnight lace and shimmering gold candles while they draped a beautiful white sheen fabric from the ceiling. Watching the flames dance on the candles was hypnotizing.

She walked down the hall to the elevators to take them up to the rooftop ballroom. Since today is Halloween, there were also decorations of spider webs and pumpkins. Other people lingered in the lounge bar, yet she has not seen her mystery man.

Jasmine approached the elevators, and she reached out for the button to go up. Just as her finger pushed the button she felt a presence. A man placed a hand on her waist, and he pressed his chest against her back. Her eyes grew wide and as she took a quick breath in surprise, that's when the scent hit her nose. The smell of a spicy sandalwood. It was him and a quick smile spread across her face.

"Hello, my beauty." His voice was deep and smooth like velvet and her body reacted every time. Keeping one hand on her waist he moved her hair to the side exposing her neck. He took one finger and traced from her jaw down the dress neckline. She instinctively tilted her head to expose more of her skin.

Seeing her reaction to his touch it wasn't long before he kissed her neck. She loved his hot lips against her olive skin and didn't want him to stop. He let his teeth graze her neck sending her into a frenzy.

She lifted her hand and placed on his cheek and could feel his chiseled jawline. He kissed her neck more, and she squirmed under his hand. He slowly moved his hand from her waist to her stomach and then slowly moved upward. Enjoying her reaction to his kisses and was caressing her body he loved so much. Reaching the bottom of her plunging neckline he then took a finger and ran it on her skin that went from her breastbone over the side of her breast and up to her collarbone.

His other arm wrapped around her front to keep her from losing balance. The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. He stopped and kissed her cheek. He nibbled on her ear and whispered, "I'll find you in the ballroom."

Before she could protest, he was gone. She adjusted herself and stepped in the elevator and turned around. The doors almost closed before someone stopped them. Unfortunately just a hotel worker to Jasmine's disappointment. It seemed like a long ride to the top. She thinks to herself that there must be a way to find who this secret man is. Jasmine felt a connection with him she has never experienced with anyone else before.

Finally, the elevator stopped and said, "Top floor, Twenty-Three, Rooftop Ballroom." The doors opened, and the worker stepped out and disappeared. Jasmine made sure her mask was straight on her face and smoothed her dress again before stepping out. The hall was dimly lit with soft music playing as you walked to the double door entrance.

Once she got close enough, the doors both opened automatically which only added to the suspense of the night. She walked inside and the room was full of people in masks, drinking, and dancing. She scanned the room to find her masked mystery man because she was eager to continue what they had started.

Jasmine walked down the steps slowly not wanting to fall and her hand slid down the railing. She reached the bottom of the staircase and as soon as she glanced up and he was leaning against the bar two drinks in hand. He was wearing a black suit which was neatly pressed. He had a white undershirt was tight against his muscular chest. A black bow tie and a simple black mask. His brown hair was neatly slicked back to add to his sharp outfit.

Her mind flashed back to before she stepped into the elevator and him kissing her as her eyes lingered on his chiseled jawline. He felt her eyes on him and a dark smile spread across his lips, and she blushed. As she made her way to him, they never took their eyes off each other. When they got close he held out a drink for her. She reached out to take it from him and when their fingers touched electricity raced through her body.

She wanted him to touch her more. No, she needed his touch. She craved it with every fiber of her being. He noticed that wild look in her eye which also excited him. He took her hand and whisked her through the crowd. This excited her in hopes that they would finally be alone together.

He stopped at a table near the dance floor and held out his hand.

"Care for a dance?"

A huge smile spread across her face. She took a big sip of her drink and placed it on the table. "Yes," she replied, and he placed her hand in his. Leading them to the dance floor her mystery man liked to take charge. He found a spot and pulled her in tight. A slow song played over the speakers, and they held each other tightly. You could feel the heat coming off their bodies. They slowly swayed to the music and Jasmine dared to ask.

"Will, I ever find out who you are?" Looking into her blue eyes he smiled wickedly at her. "Don't you want to keep the secret? Isn't it more fun this way?" Before she could say anymore he cupped her face and placed his warm lips on hers. When he did an overwhelming sensation of pleasure pooled in her stomach as she reached her hands up and twisted her fingers in his hair.

He pulled away from the lip lock and smiled at her. She seemed disappointed that it ended. He took her hand and kissed the back. "Don't be so disappointed my little sinner. Let's go somewhere a little more private." She blushed and with that; he leads her through the crowd again and to these secret elevators in the back. This time when the doors opened he pulled her inside with him.

Being impatient and not wanting to wait any longer he hit the emergency stop button on the elevator. Knowing there were no security cameras he kissed her lips passionately. Eager for more she decided she knew what she wanted.

She pushed him against the wall and kiss him aggressively. She moved quickly to slide off his suit jacket that dropped to the floor. He chuckled at her being possessive towards him; it was a nice change for once.

She took off his bow tie and tossed it on the ground with his jacket. Kissing each other passionately they nearly consumed each other. One piece of clothing slipping off after the next. Jasmine was just standing there in her underwear and her mask. He was just in his boxers and his mask. This was it, the moment she has been waiting for. She moved closer to him, and he took her in his arms.

She cupped his face one last time and kissed him with such passion. Their lips parted, and tongues danced together. She pulled away and removed her mask along with the rest of her clothing. "What a beauty. Are you sure you want this?" He asked her.

She nodded her head, and he pulled her in close and kissed her more while his hand caressed her breast gently at first to only get more aggressive. She moaned in pleasure as he slowly moved down to in-between her legs. He traced fingers along the outside before sticking a finger inside. She was wet, and he knew what he wanted.

Her body gave that away she wanted him too, so he picked her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist. He had her back against a wall for support, and she noticed his large bulge in his boxers. Not wanting to wait, she slid his boxers down partly, so he could enter her. With their lips locked hardly stopping for air this moment was something they craved each year. The one night a year they looked forward to.

Before long as one of her arms wrapped around his neck for support the other went down to grab his long hard member. She slowly helped him enter her and once he did it was euphoric. Their bodies became one as they found a rhythm that gave them both immense pleasure. It was a night of pleasure and mystery. Determined to take off his mask they reached a climax, and they leaned on each other for support. Their bodies shaking and covered in sweat, they pressed foreheads together. She reached up to grab the back of his mask hoping to reveal the only man who excites her, but once she touched the ties, the clock struck twelve and Jasmine woke from her dream, not knowing who her mystery man is.