The Masked Fair

Today was the day! I purchased my tickets to the Masked Fair 5 months ago. I’ve been wanting to go for years, and I made time to do it. The masked fair is a sprawling theme park that’s put on around Halloween. There are rides, vendors, shops, and masked characters roaming around looking to scare anyone they can. Annie, my friend, was supposed to join me, but her job is her baby, and she couldn’t get away. Going by myself was wearing on my anxiety, but I’m not missing this, so I’m going to try my best not to freak out. 

Looking around my hotel room, I took in the mess that surrounds me. Trying to dig through the pile of clothes at the foot of my bed, I asked myself why I packed so many clothes for a two day stay. Finding my black skinny jeans and a dark gray tank top, I finished the look with a red flannel and my favorite combat boots. My style isn’t the best, but comfort over looks has always been my way to go. Looking in the mirror, green eyes stare back at me. My dark auburn hair flows over my shoulders. I straighten it and throw some make-up on to make myself presentable, somewhat. Gathering my ticket, wallet and keys, I’m out the door with excitement awaiting me.

Thankfully, the drive was short. I got a hotel room only a couple of miles away. Entering the gates, my eyes couldn’t focus on just one thing. There was so much to see. The walkways are made of cobblestone. Buildings erected on both sides, with signs splayed for visitors to see. Souvenir shops, restaurants, and Halloween decorations lined the street. The sun was getting ready to set, and the sky was glowing light blue and pink. Off in the distance I can see the amusement park rides turning, and moving, and flinging surprised visitors up toward the sky. The blinking lights are becoming more visible the lower the sun sets. There are people everywhere, and I have to suppress my social anxiety, telling myself that this is how people grow, doing things that make them uncomfortable.

I can see a crowd gathering in the distance, and as I gravitate toward them, I can see what they are looking at. 5 people coming out of a tunnel, all in horror themed clothing, and masks covering their faces. Two were in bright colored clown costumes, their faces painted white with black all around their eyes and red lips with blood dripping from the corner of their mouths flowing all the way down their necks. One wore a bright red wig that looked haggard and went down to her shoulders, the other an orange one that was frizzy and going in every which way direction. One is in dolls’ clothing covered in blood, a long brown wig covering her head, and baby doll shoes on her feet, a long knife in her hand. The other two were covered head to toe in black robes with pumpkins on their heads that had glowing eyes. They came running out of the tunnel yelling and growling, moving toward the crowd. One has a fake chainsaw and begins whirring it toward people, making them run off screaming and laughing. I make sure to stand in the back to take it all in. As the ghouls moved down the street, the crowd dispersed. Looking down the street, I can see more people in costumes filling the street and scaring people as they walk by. I love it, laughs and screams fill the air, along with the sound of chainsaws and crazy howls.

As I turn to look the other way. I hear a breath behind me, startled, I turn around and jump back. A form in all black clothing stood in front of me, a long flowy cloak draping his body. A gold mask covers his face. I can somewhat make out ornate designs covering the entirety of it. A hood over his head that was about 3 sizes too big. Shiny black gloves cover his hands. He towered over me by a foot, but he leaned down and his face was 6 inches from mine. I could hear his breath take up a notch, which was surprising since my breath was also loud and labored. He stood there for a few seconds, then waved his hand as if to cast some kind of spell, then turned and was gone in the shadows. Well, that was fun! I was kind of hoping he was going to try scaring me and chase me down the street. I hate cardio, but I can do with an adrenaline rush every now and then. Looking at where he disappeared to, I smiled and turned around to walk down the road to see what else I could find.

Walking out of a store with some souvenirs for friends, I took the three steps down to exit back onto the street. Looking up toward a tower with a dragon on it, my shoulder suddenly bumped into someone. Turning to apologize, I came face to face with the same masked character from earlier. My first instinct was shock, then a smile spread across my face as I thought what are the chances, and why did my heart step up beats a tad bit.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve never been the type to go all googly eyed over a masked man, What’s under the mask? Who is it? What do they look like?

Deep in my thoughts, I came back to reality and realized he was still in front of me, just standing completely still. To my surprise, he quickly jumped forward and let out a low growl, then he was gone again. Getting my breathing under control, my eyes followed him back into the shadows, his large boots making heavy stomping sounds off the stone. People were still buzzing all over the place, talking, laughing, and eating snacks from one of the many vendors.

Turning left I noticed lights flashing, I move toward that direction and the commotion is getting louder, as I reached the lights, the doll character I had seen earlier was doing a perfectly choreographed dance, flailing her arms and legs and twirling around, running toward the crowd then backing up to continue her dance. Green and blue lights flashed on and off behind her in unison with the beat of the music. Halloween themed instrumental music with loud base plays over speakers that are pointed toward the gathering crowd. She is adorable in a cute, spooky way, She played the part so well I could sit and watch her for hours.

Standing in the back of the crowd where I was comfortable, I’m on my tippy toes watching my doll crush move around the stage. I feel a brush on my upper back, near where the end of my hair lays. I ignored it, thinking someone was just walking behind me, but when it happened again, a little harder, I turned to see who it was, it was the man from earlier! My stalker ghoul. I turn to fully face him, my back against the crowd and the stage.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were stalking me,” I said as quietly as I could but loud enough to be heard over the booming music

He leaned down and got close to my ear.

“Would you like me to be stalking you?” He whispered in a low voice that sounded a little muffled from the mask.

He caught me off guard. I didn’t expect him to talk back. Trying to think of something to retort back, I couldn’t think of one thing to say. Which is weird for me.

He lifted his hand with his palm facing up, inviting me to take it. Hesitating for a minute, I place my hand in his, he turned and led me away from the crowd. When we got down the road, he dropped my hand but took two fingers and wiggled them to tell me to follow. The farther we walk, the fewer people there are around. My inner dialogue is questioning whether I should still be following him, we are walking further down the stone walkway and I see a tunnel coming up, one I haven’t seen before, at least I don’t think I’ve seen it, yet it’s pretty dark out. He stops at the entrance of the tunnel and turns to face me. Then turns around again and walks into the dark.

Wait, am I supposed to follow? Did he just want to show me his favorite tunnel in the dark? In the middle of all my questions, I heard a low, growly whisper coming from the dark. “Would you like to join me?”

The echo was minimal, which I found surprising, the tunnel looked to be a very long one. But it was so dark I couldn’t tell.

I take a step forward then stop myself.

What am I doing? When I left the motel room, I was having anxiety over being around crowds of people by myself, and now I’m taking a step forward to meet a stranger in a dark cold tunnel? A masked stranger at that. I guess you only live once, right? That’s not usually how I live my life, I’m always cautious and question everything I do to make sure it’s the right thing, but this feels right, fun, and new. I like this feeling.

I can’t see 4 inches in front of me, and it’s so quiet. I walk forward slowly, running my hand against the stone of the tunnel. The stone is cold but feels good against my fingers. Despite the chill, I feel hot, and my hair is starting to stick to the back of my neck. I keep walking forward, not knowing if my next step is going to lead me to him or not. The tunnel has a musty smell, but it’s inviting. All my senses are heightened, but I still can’t hear a thing. The air is still, and heavy. I can hear my heart beating in my ears. Glancing behind me, there’s a sliver of light from a building across from the tunnel, but it offers no help in lighting where I’m walking. I take my next step and bump into something in front of me, it’s him. I put my hand on his upper arm to steady myself, and he steps closer so our bodies are touching. On the inside, I’m freaking out, I’ve never done something like this. He turns so my back is against the stone, and it feels so good on the back of my neck.

He lowers his head so his lips are at my ear, his mask prevents me from feeling the full effect of his breath on my skin.

“You are so beautiful,” that same low growly voice. My neck is tingling, and it travels all the way down my body.

“So you really were stalking me” my voice is shaky and hesitant, but trying to lighten the mood a little, I’m told it’s a coping mechanism, making jokes in serious situations. It’s always worked well for me. I’m on the fence if that’s the case right now, though.

“It was all just a coincidence, but I took it as a sign after the third time I saw you. You’re here alone?”

“Yes, I’m not a loner, my friends just have lives”

“And you don’t have one” I can hear him smile when he asks?

“I just have less stuff going on in my life,” I smirk and laugh a little.

“Would it be ok if I kissed you?” his voice somehow has gotten lower and huskier.

I nod my head but then remember he can’t see me, as the dark envelopes both of us.

The “Yes” that comes out of my mouth is short, and whispery.

I feel his hand move from his side, and I can only assume he is lifting his mask off his face. He slowly moves closer, and I feel his lips brush mine. Soft full lips, my heart is thudding out of my chest. Just the brush of his lips has the blood rushing to my head, among other places. My heart is beating so fast it’s all I can hear. He puts his lips fully on mine, I can feel his tongue slip through my lips, but as quickly as it’s there, it’s gone. I open my mouth against his wanting to feel his warm tongue again, and he finally gives it to me. It’s flicking against my teeth and tongue. I can feel the edge of his mask against the bridge of my nose, he must only have his mouth exposed. My body melts to him and he is holding me up against him, pushing me even closer to the wall behind me. A moan escapes from his mouth, which makes me even more needy for him. I’m glad he is feeling what I’m feeling.

All of a sudden, we hear voices at the entrance of the tunnel getting close. He pulls away, and I can hear shuffling, is he pulling his mask down? Then he is gone. His footsteps are purposeful and heavy, and they are getting quieter. I want to follow after, but I know I shouldn’t. I take a minute to compose myself, getting my breathing under control, I walk toward the sliver of light, the way I came in. I see a group of people pass by the entrance, they don’t even notice me. I keep walking, trying to get out of the dark. It doesn’t feel very welcoming anymore, like it did when I was walking into it. I don’t want to process what just happened yet, there’s so much. I’m walking by shops and restaurants that are getting ready to close, it’s quieter now with less people wandering around. I pass by a shop whose lights are off, even the outside one is off which is weird since the other ones were all on. As I get start to pass the door creaks open and I see him standing in the doorway, he fills it perfectly and the sight of him makes my knees weak. As weird as it is, and I have no idea who he really is, zero survival skills here, for once in my life. He once again holds his hand out, and I quickly take it, looking around to make sure no one sees. He pulls me in quickly and shuts the door, and in seconds we are intertwined, and I can see him better than before, his mask is pulled up and I can only make out his lips and chin. His lips are on my mouth, then on my neck, his gloved hands are in my hair, pulling my head back so he can get better access to my neck. My hands are on his shoulders to pull him as close as I physically can. His hands move to my lower back, then my ass, even through the costume, I can feel how hard he is. For me, I did that to him. The empowerment I’m feeling is overwhelming. I take a second to see where I am, it’s a shop, with trinkets all around. To my left is a wall of snow globes. I can’t make out what’s inside them. Behind me is a desk that holds what look like postcards. I can’t make out details as the dark is once again enveloping us. He moves his hand from my lower back to move whatever is on the desk out of the way. He’s unbuttoning my pants, which I’m surprised he can with his gloves on, but he got them unbuttoned quickly. I’m pulling them down my legs, I should be worried about someone seeing us, but for once I have zero worries. I’m living in the moment. And it’s the most amazing feeling. I take each shoe off with the other foot as he continues to kiss me. He has a finger in my black lace underwear, and with one yank rips them away. We are both panting at this point. He lifts me up and places me gently on the desk. My hands are on the back of his head feeling his costume. It feel soft under my fingers. His mask is still covering up most of his face but I like it like that. He finally pulls his gloves off and I can see him fumbling with his cloak and I hear a zipper unzip and his pants fall over boots. He moves in between my legs, his arms at my waist and he’s again kissing my neck, trailing up to my lips. His kisses were deep and wanting and I returned them so fiercely I surprised myself. I could feel his cock at my entrance, then he takes a small step back, reaches under my shirt to feel my breast. Reaching under my bra and playing with my nipples. My head falls back as moans escape me, his other hand reaches between my legs and rubs my clit, slowly, methodically, getting me so wet. He pushes a finger inside of me and I can already feel an orgasm building. Another finger slips in and he is moving his fingers in and out of me while rolling my nipple with his other hand, before I can stop it I cum, my legs tighten around his hips so hard they hurt.

“Yes, baby come hard for me,” he is growling and I have never been so turned on by a voice before.

He let my orgasms roll thru my body, and when I stilled to catch my breath, he stepped closer to me. I could feel him at my entrance, and my clit was still so sensitive my body jolted as soon as he touched me with his cock.

I pushed my hips forward to feel him inside me. He moved closer and slowly pushes himself inside me, making me gasp and throw my head back. When he is fully inside me, he pauses, grabbing my hair and pushing my lips to his and whispering again, “You are so beautiful”. I wrap both my arms around his neck as he places both his hands on my hips and slowly pulls out and then thrusts hard inside me, then out, I’m trying to be quiet in case people were still outside and we weren’t far from a window but what he was doing to me made it hard, I tried to shove my face in his chest to muffle the sounds coming out my mouth, I didn’t even recognize them. He grabbed one of my hands and put it between us, telling me to rub my clit and come again for him. I listened and did what I was told, rubbing quickly and feeling my orgasm building quickly, this time more intense than the last one. He was still moving inside me fast, I can feel him stiffen and his cock was pulsing inside me which then made me orgasm at the same time sending me over the top, I no longer cared if anyone heard me I couldn’t keep my moans quiet any longer, he wrapped his arms around me and kept moving slowly inside me until my orgasm was over and I was left feeling like a pile of jelly. We sat quietly and still until both of our breathing was back to normal. Slowly pulling out of me, he pulled his mask back down to cover his face and pulled me off the table, my legs wobbly. We both got dressed in silence, when I was done buttoning my pants, he grabbed my hand and pulled me close, holding me but not saying a word. We sat in silence, and, surprisingly, it wasn’t awkward at all. His company was so warm and inviting. Standing on my tippy toes, I got close to his ear whispering, “Thank you, you’re the best stalker ever”

He snickered, I kissed his mask and felt the cool plastic under my lips. I turned and walked toward the door, grabbing the handle, not wanting to walk out knowing I won’t see him again. I turned, and he was leaning up against the desk with his arms crossed in front of him, watching me. Again, no words were spoken, I walked out the door and toward the exit.

Making a promise to myself to do more things by myself.