Tina Carlyle stood up from the park bench she was sitting on, "Stanley... wait!" She called out after the shy, nice, charming Stanley Ipkiss who was walking hastily away from her. But he's already disappeared. Tina starts to follow after when she hears a strange WHOOOSH. A whirlwind begins to kick up the leaves all around her and before she knew it her real date had arrived.
The Mask leapt out from behind a stand of trees in all his glory dressed like a stereotypical French sailor like from the classic movies. What the hell just happened?! Tina thought to herself looking at the green faced man who was posing next to a tree. One minute she was having a nice conversation with Stanley about the sunset how beautiful the sky looked, and this guy appears like out of a tornado! What is going on here?!
"Hello, Cherie." The Mask said to her in a deep syrupy French voice. "We meet again! Is it fate? Is it meant to be? It is written in the stars that we are destined to fraternize…" Tina looks back at him in shock and he smiles dropping back to a regular voice. "I'd like to think so. Ha-ha!" The Mask moves fast almost too fast to be normal as he grabs Tina and literally sweeps her off her feet holding her in his arms. The Mask continues to romance the clearly disturbed blonde with his over-the-top French accent. "Kiss me, my dear, and I will reveal my croissant. I will spread your pate. I will dip my ladle in your vichyssoise."
Okay this guy was laying it on way too thick and this was rapidly becoming a bad idea Tina decided her heart beating fast. She could almost imagine some cheesy French music being played in the background right now! She was used to guys coming onto her and had heard some bad chat up lines, but this was too much! She didn't know what to expect when she set a date with Stanley to meet the Mask again, but it definitely didn't involve some guy being all over her like a cheap suit! Having second thoughts and wanting to make this clear to this guy Tina did what came naturally… and kneed him rather painfully between his legs. Shrugging him off she ran off in the opposite direction.
Breaking the forth wall the Mask can't but say in a pained straited little voice. "She's so coy." A beat and he is back to Mr France. "I love it!" He cries with passion before he took off in the direction in which she took.
The Mask spun right in front of Tina stopping her in her tracks. Okay how does he do that?! Tina thought to herself a little impressed still backing away from him, however. The Mask continued to express his love and desire for Tina. "Our love is like a red, red rose. And I am a little thorny." Backing away from him Tina falls back on the park bench she had been sitting on moments before and the Mask leans over her. "Je t'adore! Je t'adore! Shoot the window. I don't care! ha-ha!" He leaned into her and she ducked away from him.
"Cigarette?" The Mask asks producing a smoking one from almost thin air and Tina shakes her head unable to speak. "No?" The Mask almost shrugged as he took a drag. She did smoke every once in a while, when she was stressed and nervous… both of which she was feeling at this moment, but this was just too weird! Where did that come from?! Tina's mind screamed at her as she sat awkwardly on the bench looking at him. This is madness! A minute ago, he had nothing in his hands now he had a smoking cigarette! She had been keeping an eye on his mischievous hands the whole time so where did that come from? Tina tried to slow down her rapidly beating heart as she watched The Mask blow out a puff of smoke including the shape of a heart.
Okay that was kind of cool Tina thought to herself impressed unable to stop from smiling and beginning to calm down. She recall some of the bad boys from high school, the ones her mother warned her to stay away being able to make the odd shape but never something like that. Her mother always told her to stay away from bad boys, but curiosity always got the better of Tina just like it was doing now. She knows she should be running away from this manic green wearing freak, but something was keeping her sitting on this bench. Showing off again the Mask even managed to make a little arrow shoot though it by blowing one nostril. Okay that was very cool allowing herself to become a little more at ease with this wacky if charming character as she felt a rush of excitement swept through her as she wondered what his next move would be.
"Now, like Napoleon… I will divide and conquer." The Mask proclaims as Tina stared at him unable to react fast enough when he got on his feet and lunged at her knocking them both over. The suddenness of his romantic attack was almost as shocking as the tender way his lips played over her, nibbling and brushing so decadently she was swooning in his arms. They drowned in a long, hungry kiss that was forever in coming. She didn't know this guy's real name, where he lived, what he liked nor what even he looked like under the green mask he wore but here she was kissing him like it was going out of style and boy did it feel good. Better than good. Mmmm, so very better than good.
They kissed deeply; their tongues battled each other, the heat of their passion rapidly building. She moans as he kisses her neck and strokes her hair with his fingers. God this felt good! She felt so free and wild. No worries or fear of what someone like Dorian might do or say to her. She slid her hand between them felt and grabbed that piece of him and he didn't have a damn thing to be bashful about, size wise. In fact, he had a whole lot to be proud of. Oh, she was going to enjoy this! Her mouth welcomed his tongue while the rest of her welcomed the solid weight of his body over hers. When her legs parted for him, he grinded against her centre and she exhaled softly against his lips.
Perched over her lovely face, the Mask beheld a faint blush clouding her cheeks. Looking back him with swollen lips and ice blue eyes her lipstick smudged, and hair slightly dishevelled she was in a word, astounding, "So beautiful," he whispered before capturing her lips once more, passionately devouring her with a passion that threatened to blow her shoes off her feet just like in the club when he kissed her the first time. His hands came to the buttons on her jacket, and he ripped it open that caused her to gasp. She moaned in need as she felt his playful and skilled fingers run along her sides and her breasts caressing them. Pushing off his own jacket followed by his black and white vest top that revealed a solid, fit upper body that had her mouth-watering to explore Tina wanted more. She leaned forward to kiss him again, but the Mask moved away from her lips.
"Are you sure Mon amour?" He asked in his exaggerated French accent. "I maybe a hot lover!" He said waggling his eyebrows at her. "But I have been heartbroken before!"
Tina's answer came in actions not words. Moving away from him and standing to face him. This was dangerous, maddening passion. Bad, bad, bad, bad, and nothing good could come of it if they get caught. Sex in a public place led to arrests. Reckless and hot and oh so wrong it had to be right. Damn it all, this felt so erotically good, and Tina wanted more. She gave him a sultry grin took off her jacket, throwing it carelessly away. After wriggling out of her tight black trousers, they soon followed the jacket along with her white shirt. She felt so alluring and now exposed to midnight moon and the cool air clad in her sensual weapons of choice. A far too expensive black satin lace bra and thong set that she suddenly didn't give a damn about the price because the Mask was looking at her in awe and she suspected he was having to sit now because his legs didn't work anymore. Yeah, cause all she just planned on just having a chat in the park and maybe a coffee later! Tina relished the darker longing in his eyes. He loved what he saw and that eased the last of her nerves. Yes, she was like every other woman and had insecurities and such. But when it came to this guy, he made her feel beautiful without having to even say it. It was all in the way he looked at her.
Reaching behind herself, Tina carefully worked the small hook on her bra. A flick of her finger later saw her pulling it off her shoulders. She waited for a moment, gauging his every expression, and then shook it off, now held in her right hand. Bared before him with her nipples hardening instantly in the cool night air, she blushed under his intense focus. He smiled so wide with his insanely white teeth showing fully, as if she had given him the best gift ever… note to self-remember to ask him what brand of toothpaste he uses. She slid her hands slowly down her side to her thong sliding it down as well her eyes never leaving his.
Suddenly, she's swept in his arms and thoroughly kissed long and deeply. He pulls her back down onto the bench as their tongues duelled and he slides his hand down to cup her firm ass. She likes her butt. Because of dancing she does a lot of moving and kicking, so she keeps her ass in pretty good shape, just by default. Tina's arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him even closer. Her hardened nipples scraped over his broad chest. The thick length of him massaged her mound with such delicious friction she's liquid and dying to feel him inside her. "Oh god," she exhaled when his lips suckled her throat column, brushing kisses over her pulse point, and then descending her chest.
Choosing for once to be quiet, the Mask explored her chest, gently cupping Tina's supple breasts, dragging her thumb over the sensitive tips bringing a shudder from the blonde before he moved his head down whirling his tongue over one pink nipple. The sensation saw Tina arch her back high. He did it again, twisting his tongue over her nipple until he inhaled the pebbled peak in his mouth. His cock ached violently when she began whimpering.
The delicate taste of her flesh within his mouth was as perfect as it wasn't enough. He swiftly moved to her other breast, cupping it firmly, and then sampling the taste of that nipple until his lips circled, suckled, and left her groaning endlessly. His free hand squeezed her other breast while his thumb played over the nipple. Her legs closed tight around him, and even that show of power turned him on. Wanting so much more of her, his kisses travelled southward. His lips ghosting over her trembling belly, snaking his tongue out to wiggle around her navel, and then farther down until he found the light curly dark hairs of her sex.
"You're going to drive me crazy." Tina commented breathless as she lay there on the bench.
"Sanity is highly overrated ma belle!" He replied as if gazing at the Garden of Eden, the rosy flower-like petals of her heaven glistened before him... because of him... He leaned down and inhaled her exotic scent, and then breathed warm air directly over her sensitive clit. His hands had to grab onto her thighs to hold her in place when she began squirming.
"Ahhh... god," she groaned loudly at that first long lick of his tongue. Again, and then again, from bottom to top he pressed firm while lashing his tongue in a steady rhythm of up and down. She couldn't sit still under his oral ministrations. Unconsciously, she reached for his right hand. Their fingers entwined by her hip. His other hand now laid over her stomach, and she was sure he could feel every clench and every pull of the muscles there while he made love to her pussy with his mouth.
Tina panted and moaned at his actions. It felt like he was trying to crawl into her uterus tongue first! Speaking of which, he can't be human. No human has a tongue that long or that skilled. She had experienced some lousy lovers in the oral department so often she would be the one doing it, if only to keep them from giving it to her. However, this green faced guy knew what he was doing! Her eyes almost bugged out at the sensation, squirming on the bench with want, as she felt his warm, wet tongue dip inside your tight pussy, moving his warm tongue inside her depths as she bucked up against his face gently.
The blonde dancer bucked and groaned as the Mask licked and sucked on her wet pussy, his tongue sliding into her now and again as his nose bumped against her erect clit. "You're fucking amazing," Tina panted wildly. "Fucking amazing." The Mask explored the feel of her pussy with his mouth, holding her buttocks with his hands as he explored her wet, gaping pussy with his suckling mouth, tasting her juices with his tongue. Tina moaned and groaned aloud as she came, her juices coating his face as she shook violently, her stomach doing flip-flops as she came back down to earth.
"Just like tasting a vintage wine mon ange!" The Mask muttered licking some of her juices off his lips in extravagant manner. Tina couldn't help but roll her eyes at the comment. She really had to bring Bonaparte off his high horse once and far all! Moving quickly, she pushed him down on the bench reaching for his belt and trousers. The Mask chuckled at her antics. "Someone's anxious." He commented shrugging off his trousers and boxers.
"Shut up," Tina replied eyeing the massive erection she had discovered. She moved her legs over him straddling him on the bench. Throwing caution to the wind, she bent down to kiss his gorgeous mouth for the longest time, drowning in the delicious taste of his lips. This was either the best or worst idea she had ever had, but she simply had to see it through. And it felt wonderful. She reached between them grabbing his hard cock, positioned herself and slid down impaling herself on him.
He moaned as his hands wrapped around her gripping her waist and ass. "Naughty Cherie."
"You have no idea," Tina winked as she moved against him. Never in her life had she ever been so wild and daring. Here she was buck naked and engaging in absolutely crazy, dangerous, oh so bad session of hot sex in the middle of the park. Call it what you want to. Hormones. Being young. Being young with raging hormones. Stupidity brought on by mad lust. Whatever she was enjoying every second of it and wasn't about to stop now as she marvelled at how hard and thick, he feels inside her, throbbing with every pulse, so alive she can't believe anything ever felt so good, because it hadn't until this very moment.
He made her feel so full, buried deeply within her heated, clenching core. She could hold him fully, pulling, her body greedy tight around his. It became a race to send the other over the edge. Tongues danced, fingers probed and caressed, teeth scraped, lips pulled, and moans became louder as the sexual energy grew into a storm. His hands grabbed at her moving hips, holding on as she rode him hard. She bit at his bottom lip, and then suckled it. Her inner muscles clenched around him every time he was fully inside her. Her nails dragged over the muscles in his back. He loved the way her stomach fluttered when he drove in deep inside her. His hands squeezed her ass hard, pulling her to him. They fucked like bunnies in the middle of the park with everything becoming a blur. She liked having her ears bit lightly, he was ticklish on his right side, her back arching, his mouth on her nipple… it was all too much for them. They came hard together crying out. Tina cries out to the gods as the Mask groans cumming inside her.
Gently withdrawing from him and lying next to him she felt deliciously shaken, wild, and feminine. "Wow!" She muttered trying to catch her breath.
"And to think they say that Disney World is the happiest place on earth!" The Mask joked in an over-the-top manner. He does wear his weirdness in a charming sort of way, Tina considered smirking at him. Her eyes went wide as she saw his cock begin to harden, moments ago she thought she had tamed but now it looked like there was still plenty of life back in it.
"Already?" she asked with amazement. "Is that a record?"
He shook his head, shrugging. "Not really in fact because of it I always got an A in sex ed class!"
"Lucky me," she eyed his hard cock biting her lip. She's warm all over, as if she's in the middle of a great workout. Getting another wicked idea that might lead to her arrest if there are any late-night dog walkers nearby, Tina rose from sitting and left the bench.
The Mask's attentive eyes followed her every step. Her beautifully polished nails trailed down the oak finished bench, tapering off as she moved behind it. The gentle sway of her curvy little backside drove him to near madness, and when she spread her legs, bent over, and thrust her ass into the air in invitation his insanity has returned ten-fold. "Smoking!" He uttered and he's around the bench in four strides later, nestled behind her.
With a sudden rush of tingles, Tina's hands gripped the bench. When the Mask's solid frame firmly pressed into her from behind, she could feel her body respond. He's already hard. The sensations turned her liquid, her pulse racing instantly. She's so ready and he's so hard and this is so wrong and they're going do it anyway. "... do it," she breathlessly moaned her blonde hair falling around her face sensually, ready to face the danger and ecstasy with him. Seconds later he's embedded inside her, pushing deeper into the most heavenly moist heat of her body, arched over the park bench.
Tina bent her back in response, offering herself fully to the moment. This was so crazy, what they're doing. Bad and wrong and not even a little right. It was hot as well. So hot she's panting with her mouth wide open, her tongue moistening her swollen lips. The Mask's planting succulent kisses on the nape of her neck, now towering over her from behind as she gazed at the city lights in front of them. She craned her arms back, pulling him into her as they began a slow rhythm of in and out, building to an erotic crescendo. Grabbing her hips, he started thrusting into her hard. The steady beat of her ass slapping up against my hips, the jiggle of her breasts, the moaning/grunting noise they made, it was all music to his ears.
She is tall and leggy enough for them to screw like this with no issues. Backing seductively into his aggressive surges, Tina gave as good as she got, meeting his furious tempo. Her face began to churn out a series of sexy expressions as his hard cock hit all her sweet spots, pounding a steady rhythm her body loved so well. Thanks to being a dancer, she knew how to move her hips as he fucked her, enjoying the delicious moans he breathed against her neck as evidence that it's just as good to him as it is to her. Her hands braced on the top of the bench, her nails digging into the finish, scratching the surface as the entire bench shook from the force of their desire.
"You love taking me like this, don't you?" Tina taunted him, leaning up a bit feeling so wild and reckless. His lack of being able to reply was proof enough. The vacuum-seal feel of her slick inner walls drove him mad, and his entire body trembled and shook. "Ever since the club I bet," she teased him with a wicked tongue. Titling her head, she accepted his hungry kiss. She had her hand behind his head, fingers full of his hair, forcing his tongue deeper in her mouth, sucking wildly, fucking like animals.
"Even since I saw you at the bank mon bébé!" The Mask muttered in her ear and Tina's eyes widen as she understood what he meant. The Mask was Stanley or rather Stanley was the Mask! She didn't have any time to process this fact as he held Tina so tight as he fucking her faster, sending them both barrelling so close to that edge of blissful oblivion. Her eyes shut tight. Feeling a scream building, she let go and gave herself into the moment. Oh God this was exciting. The most exciting sex she's ever had. A moment she'll never forget because at any moment they could get caught. She shrieked as her hips spasmed as the erotic turmoil that slowly built in her belly exploded, rumbling a thundering orgasm throughout her body as she lifted higher than she ever had before, crying out loud and unashamed, coming in violent, satisfying convulsive waves that shook the bench so hard it threatened to break in half.
The Mask was cumming right behind her as she felt the desperate burst of his hot cum inside her as he gripped her hips hard. They were both trembling and shuddering, their laboured breaths coming in unison. Gradually, their motions slowed, and then they were still, making soft "OH," noises.
They both allowed their bodies to fall over on the floor next to the bench making an adorable pair. Tina lay on the soft grass naked, her clothes scattered around the area, her body covered in a sheen of sweat and her hair looked wild and unruly. She had just enjoyed a crazy moment she'll never forget for the rest of her life. A moment of extreme passion thanks to some crazy, insane, unpredictable risk taker who seemed to defied all logic and good common sense… and she didn't care.
Moving towards him and allowing him to wrap his arms around her she took a good look at his green face. Despite giving off a carefree and reckless attitude he nonetheless looked like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Resting her head on his shoulder she smiled in bliss before closing her eyes… until a question that had been nagging her for awhile now popped into her head and out of her mouth.
"So where did you learn to dance then?"
The End.