Putting on the mask at first became a sense of anonymity, a way of hiding and yet not.
Standing in front of the mirror looking at her self encased in protective plastic, clothe and rubber from head to toe with only the skin around her brown eyes showing she felt unattached and disconnected. Yet, there was a longing in her for more, something strong enough to alleviate the growing feeling of want that caused her already tired body to hunger for something that she has only able to dream about.
Later at home, after a long shower adding her frustrations and heartache to the streams of water and soap that carried it away, she found herself back at the window looking out across the way. His window was with the shades draw up as high as it could go, and the parted drapes revealing darkness. The lights were out as if no one was home reflecting her image, a naked woman wearing a blue mask covering the space between her eyes and neck. It and extended with other paraphernal that she worn daily had become her shield against the world...against others. Now she wanted it all gone, but the mask still lingered, and she wondered why? She was even thinking about it when a figure appeared at the window.
Against the window pane with the last of the fading daylight giving it lightly to separate his form from the darkness surround him seemingly, he stepped forward.
Her full lips formed into a welcoming smile that shined in her brown eyes from behind the mask. For a moment or two, they stand there looking at each other. He naked from the waist up, and she is wearing a mask, but naked to world and him. Then longing took over, and she closed her eyes in a feeble attempt to block the tears and start to caress and stroke her body... for him. Losing herself in the sensation and the rawness of her emotions, she isn't aware of how beautiful and desirous she is to him.
The window ceil was high, and it blocks the action of his hands as they moved down over his chest to meet at his cock. It was hard and swollen again, still glistening from pre-cum and lube that he used to fool his mind. He was becoming a whore to his desires. They were taking up his free time, which he had a lot of now. He was massaging his balls with one hand and stroking his cock with the other while keeping his blue eyes on her masked beauty. The sensation has him up on his toes and rocking ever so slightly toward her, offering himself to her. His breath was coming fast and hard now as tiny rivers of sweat glided down his body as he strokes and squeezed his cock and balls. As he comes back to himself to find that he was begging her to take off the mask, knowing that she can't hear him. At that moment, her removing the mask was more important than them cumming. He bangs on the window, trying to get her attention, but she is loss to her erotic dream.
He doesn't remember how or when, but he found himself standing at her door dress in black sweats and shoeless at least he had on socks. Knocking at her door, he waits with his heart beating in his mouth and the sound echoing in his ears.
"Take off the mask."
"You can and I."
There was silence, and a piece of paper slides under the door at his feet. Picking up the paper, he read it and then reaching into his sweat pants pocket for the piece of paper that had been there since yesterday. He slid it under the door with the other part of writing and waited with baited breaths.
She reads the piece of paper that companies hers, then mumbling a prayer of thanks as she opens the door, not caring that all she is wearing is a mask.
He licks his lips as his blue eyes take in the brown-eyed masked beauty before him. Walking in and closing the door, does what he had wanted to do and removes the mask from her face letting it fall to the floor as he pulls her warm, soft body into his arms. They stand there wrapped tightly around each other as tears of flow freely as words, but when lips touch he starts a tasting trail down her body hitting all the high points, the dark hard nipples of both breasts, taking time to bathe each one with a long wet lick of his tongue ending in his mouth swirl of the tender nubs. Then stopping for a moment, they hold each other feeling the warmth of the body of the other was a pleasure beyond words...it had been so long, so long. He would have stayed that way, but his desire was calling to complete the journey that he had started. Retracing his path of oral admiration and worship, he continues on his way. Reaching her belly that was round and soft, he rubs his face against it, inhaling deeply of her scent at was warm musky with a hint of fruit. It almost made him laugh, but instead, he smiles, letting her see in his face the enjoyment this moment was giving him. Looking into her face, he knows that she understands and feels the same way, and before he realizes it, she flips him over on to his back and slides down his body to his stomach and mimics his behavior there. It makes him laugh aloud as she will not find the warm softness that he had enjoyed but 6ft pack abs hardiness by the long working hours and night of exercise to work off the stress of the day and his desires. He feels her rubbing the soft skin of her face against him, and it is he who smiles again in pleasure as the softness of her plumb breast against his cock and thighs makes him moan. Then groan as her lips pick up the path on his body that he had started on hers. It was short-lived because his cock gives her a stiff greeting she raises to moved down his thighs. It was like it was saying don't forget me. She smiles at him and then at his cock, noticing that she has dimples before taking his cock in hand. Positioning herself between his legs with her hand still on his cock, she looks at him as she lowers her mouth to his head of his cock and lingers there. Again she smiles, and her dimples smile with her before sliding her pink tongue out from between her lips and give his cock head a slow wet swirl.
He shutters from head to his toes as his body welcomes the sensual stimulation and the anticipation of what is to come. She doesn't hold back, and after another swirl or two, she sucks the head of his cock into her warm wet mouth, and then the magic begins. Being shaved below allows her to suck, lick, nipple, and kiss with care other parts of his sensitive bit as she strokes his thighs with her barely-there nails. He felt as if he was going to cum and wasn't ready to do, so he sat up with the intent of pulling her up off his cock just as she takes in him deep to her throat. His mind went numb for a moment until she started working her mouth on him, and he forgets how to breathe until she sucks the back up his cock and releases it with a pop from her mouth. He decides to let her have her way and lays back, closes his eyes, and feels. Sometime later, when he was coming loud and hard because she had stopped him coming so many times before. She would teasingly take him to the edge and not let him come no matter how much he begged and fought against himself to put a stop to her sensual pleasuring teasing torcher. But every time that he started to, she took him to the edge again with the whisper of yes it would be this time. Still, it wasn't until he thought that he couldn't take it anymore. She stopped her oral pleasuring and climbed up his body smiling down at him, her body covered in a thin layer of sweat. With his pre-cum, all that she hadn't swallowed dripping from her lips, she rammed her body down onto his cock, and they both let out a loud moan close to a scream or maybe a groan? They sat there with their arms wrapped around each other, looking into others' eyes as their bodies start moving together in a dance that was older than time.
When they came later, they were sure that her neighbor next door and below heard them, but they didn't care—coming together two more times before he took his leave of the beautiful woman lying in the bed sleep and sated. As he put on his mask after redressing, he takes the short walk back to his apartment with a smile behind his mask that shone in his eyes.
That evening at work, things whereas they had been for weeks with little to no relief in sight of the suffering and dying. It wasn't until the middle of their shift that they saw each other brown eyes and blue eyes. They look at each other from behind layers of protection and smile at each other with their eyes. For a second, the rest of the world disappears.
Beep, beep, beep...patence in room 213 needs help! They were off and running.