The Woman in White

She showered with a combination of nervousness and patience. She wasn’t sure if this was right, but she couldn’t say no. she thought over and over about writing and canceling, saying the anxiety was too much. She even began a letter but then tossed it into the fire. If she cancelled saying she was too nervous, he might think she was playing a game with him, and refuse to acknowledge her again. This may be her only chance to be intimate with him, and she would be a fool to let it pass her by.

She bathed in scented bubbles, covered her body with lotion in the same scent, then a spritz of the matching perfume. She shaved her pussy so he wouldn’t know what color her hair was. She thought about taking a potion to change her eyes, but it would have been pointless, with the way he was looking at her at the event.

She slipped into her dress and pulled her mask over her head. She waved her wand and charmed the mask in place. It felt weightless and comfortable. It wouldn’t come off in any way, the spell made sure of it. It wouldn’t come off unless it was removed by her hand.

She gave a last look in the mirror and secured her wand in it’s feather costume and inhaled deeply. It was time, she thought and apparated from her home.


Ron had cleaned everything and made sure he had a bottle of champagne ready in case she needed a drink or was nervous. He would offer to watch him open it, even if she refused anyway. He also made sure the clothes he would wear were cleaned and pressed. He had selected plain black trousers and a plain blue shirt. The cuffs were unbuttoned and rolled up to just past his elbows leaving his forearms free. He left his feet bare of shoes or socks as he did frequently at home. He left his want on the table in front of his fire. He had promised himself, he would not use it at all.

He was freshly showered and ready half an hour before she was supposed to arrive. He was nervous. That surprised him. He didn’t know who she was or why she had chosen him, but that fact that she pursued him this way gave his ego a boost.

The clock slowly ticked on and on until his heart exploded at the sound of a knock on the door. He quickly rose and forced his body to calm down. Opening the door he let her in. She was in the same white dress and mask. He knew she would be but he had hoped for a moment that she would come mask less. So much for that hope.

“Please, come in.” He said standing aside.

She gave a small smile and entered. Her perfume filled his nose. The same potent roses from the last time. He watched her as she looked around, taking in her surroundings. “Would you like some champagne?” He asked. “I know you said not to have any, but it’s new and the seal hasn’t even been broken. I will open it without magic if you want.”

She took a moment to think and then gave him a nod, watching closely as he opened the bottle, pushing the cork out with a loud pop and pouring two glasses. She took a sip, letting the chilled drink calm her down somewhat. He was so good looking in his casual attire, his bare feet and strong forearms, and his barely touched hair. She imagined he just ran his fingers through it after his shower. She wanted to run her own fingers through it.

He watched her closely, seeing her relax slightly. Ron set down his own glass and walked over to her. He knelt down and removed one dainty heel, then the other. He saw the difference in her height when he stood up.

He looked in her eyes, those same grey eyes he had seen before. “Will you come with me to my bedroom?” He asked quietly, taking her hand.

She gave his fingers a light squeeze and nodded. Ron walked her back to his room. He had made sure it was cleaned and neat, fresh sheets on his bed. He remembered her pale skin and made his bed up with black bedding to highlight her whole body, she deserved it.

He closed the door faced her. She was still nervous but not as much. She wanted this as much, and she was so afraid of doing something stupid. She wasn’t a virgin but she was hardly the sexual dynamo. She had never seduced anyone before and as Ron looked at her she felt her courage waning.

“Are you sure about this,” he asked reaching for her hand, “you seem reluctant.”

She nodded and gave his fingers a squeeze. She hadn’t planned on speaking and wasn’t about to change that decision but she wanted to reassure him. Taking her feather covered wand out from the hiding place in her dress skirts, she waved it across the nearby wall and spelled out her response.

‘Not reluctant, just nervous. I’ve wanted this for so long. I don’t want to do anything wrong.’ The words vanished as soon as Ron had finished reading them.

“You won’t do anything wrong.” He said slipping his arms around her waist. “Normally I would tell you just to talk to me, to tell me what you enjoy, but since you don’t want to that, you will have to move my hands where you want them, or move them away if something makes you uncomfortable. Can you communicate with me that way?” He asked. He hated the idea. Ron liked a woman who talked to him, but she wasn’t giving anything of her identity away.

She nodded and smiled. He lowered his lips and kissed her. Her lips were soft and he moved his mouth over hers with tenderness. Pulling her body close he felt her hands slide up his arms and she returned his kiss with just as much tenderness.

Ron felt a new desire seep through him. The women he had been with before, including his former fiancé, had been somewhat aggressive in nature, anxious, experienced and wholeheartedly took part in sex. This woman in his arms was different. She was responding to him, but she was relaxed and slow, taking the time just to kiss him and enjoy it.

It was new to him, having a woman who took in everything she was feeling with him. If she was anxious to move on, she didn’t show it. He had a feeling he could kiss her all night and she would be satisfied. He, however, wouldn’t be and he would openly admit that he wanted to move on.

Tightening his hold on her waist, he lifted her from the floor and walked with his treasure to his bed, setting her down and kneeling. He carefully lifted her foot, taking time to caress her bare ankles. Her skin was smooth and felt like silk under his fingers.

She let his hands work their magic, relaxing under his touch. He would be just as passionate as she knew he would be. He ran his hands along her legs up to her knees, sending the most delicious sensations up her body.

He rose on his knees, running his hands higher, under her dress giving her thighs a gentle squeeze. She let out the cutest sigh and it made him smile. She reached out and cradled his jaw in her hand, feeling the freshly shaven skin. He let her touch him, holding still as she brought up the other hand and held his face with both hands.

Her touch was feather light but Ron felt it. He watched her eyes dart around taking in his features. He didn’t know that she was merely memorizing every detail, in case she was never again this close to him. Her thumb brushed his eyebrow, and drifted down his cheek. When she brushed over his lips, they parted just a little and she couldn’t hold back anymore.

Dropping her lips she kissed him, still holding his face in her hands, not wanting to relinquish the prize she finally had in her grasp. Ron didn’t seem to mind and kissed her back with a newfound heat. His jaw moving under her hands turned her on.

Her thighs parted and Ron wasted no time sliding between them, groping her succulent thighs, and plundering her lips. She hugged him with her limbs, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and holding him close. She felt like crying. She had fantasized about this many times and now it was happening. It was almost too much to handle.

Ron could sense her need building and he was more then willing to feed it. He pulled from her lips, gently sucking her bottom lip as he pulled away. She was breathing with more stress, her chest expanded and her lips were swollen.

Ron wanted to mount her at that moment and bury himself inside her, but he also wanted to move slowly. This woman was basking in his attentions and he was going to oblige her. Then anxiety crept up inside him like stealth samurai in the back of his head. What if his performance lacked? What if she was expecting something and he didn’t deliver? She wasn’t talking to him so how would he know? The only way he would know is if she moved his hands like she said she would, but that didn’t reassure him. He liked women who talked.

Well, he thought to himself, he would have to focus on her all the more. He reached up and, gently holding her shoulder, eased her onto her back. Reaching under her dress he felt the lacy band of her knickers and pulled them off tossing them aside. He reached over her reclined body and took the straps of her dress, sliding the fabric down her arms.

Her nipples puckered as her breasts were exposed to the cool air. Ron wanted to take those nubs in his mouth, but he had something else planned for the moment. He would give her girls their attentions soon enough. He pulled the dress past her hips and off her legs.

Ron smiled at the sight he saw. Parting her legs he looked closer at the bare lips, already slick with yearning. He gave a light chuckle as he caressed her thighs. “You removed your curls.” He said, quickly stripping off his shirt. “You really don’t want me to have any clue as to who you are, do you?”

She bit her lip, and for a moment Ron thought she might be thinking of answering, but she let out a sigh as he ran his thumb over her pussy. She was soft and her lips moistened even more. He hooked her knees over his bare shoulders, turning to place a kiss on the inside of her thigh.

He saw her chest rise and fall as his fingers caressed her pussy. He felt her leg tighten and release on his shoulder, responding to his licks and kisses to her thigh and up to her knee. “If you’ve known me from Hogwart’s,” he kissed his way down her limb, keeping her leg in place, “then you should know that by reputation,” he kissed the mouth just over her pussy, “I have a healthy appetite.”

She gasped as he buried his face in her pussy, her legs widened on their own and she gripped his bed sheet in her fists. Ron had never tasted anything so sweet. He gave her deep, long thrusts of his tongue, lapping at her juice. He slipped two fingers into her, palm up and bicycled his digits.

She tossed her head from side to side, feeling the pressure in her belly building. Ron found her swollen clit with his tongue and worked his woman into a frenzy. Her honest reaction as ecstasy rolled over her was music to his ears. She didn’t hold anything back. She gave him all of herself, reaching down and cradling his head to her core, hugging his shoulders with her knees. A new aroma filled his nostrils, and a new taste filled his mouth and she arched her back as tremors racked her body.

She cried out loudly. It was the first time she was audible and he loved it. She had a fairy’s voice, so feminine and filled with the tension of her orgasm. It filled Ron’s soul to hear her achieve that. He massaged away the twitches in her legs as he rose and kissed his way up her body.

She was the most delectable treat he had every partook in, and if he had his way he would partake in it again. He climbed over her, helping her slide her body further up the bed. He reached her breasts, hard and peaked from her climax, and took them in his hands, feeling the softness. He buried his face in-between them and inhaled deeply, pressing the flesh against his cheeks.

He felt her hands bury in his hair, hugging him closer. Her legs came up along side his body, her feet turned inward, circling around his thighs. She hugged him tighter as he took a nipple in his mouth, rolling the people around with his tongue. She let out little sighs and arched her back, offering him more.

Ron took the other one in his mouth, reaching up to run his hand through her hair but all he felt was feathers. Then she stiffened in his arms and pushed on his shoulders. He rose up and looked in her eyes.

‘I wasn’t trying to take it off.” He said, calmly. “I like touching hair, and for a moment forgot about the mask. I wasn’t trying to take it off, I promise.”

She watched him intently, then relaxed. She believed him, but he knew he couldn’t make that mistake again. When her arms came back around him, and she gave him a slight nod, he lowered his lips and kissed her. Sliding around to her neck, he tasted her skin and listened to her sighs fill his ears.

She began pulling on his shoulders, and groping his back, letting her hands slid down his spine and his ass. Ron had never been more turned on. The way she was touching him was erotic as hell. His previous partners hadn’t been this aggressive in regards to returning his caresses. They had been more then generous with allowing him to explore them anywhere, and his ex had touched him because she knew he liked it, but this woman wanted to touch him. It was evident in how she fondled his body and it made Ron rock hard.

She was naked beneath him and he was shirtless, but still in his jeans. Her grip on his ass was becoming firmer and he sucked in a breath when her hand came around between them and her palm slid over his cock. He buried his face in her neck, lifting his hips so she could pry open his jeans.

She thrust her hands inside once she had the button and zipper opened. Ron’s groan in her ear fed her own lust. Knowing that he enjoyed her touch made her feel sexy. He was long and think in her hands, throbbing and hot. She felt a warm lubrication on her fingers as she rolled her thumb over the head.

Ron’s chest pressed against hers as he panted. She was merely exploring him, but every touch drove him mental. She had one hand wrapped around the base, squeezing gently, memorizing the thickness. The other hand was opening and closing around the tip, feeling ever stretch of skin.

Ron’s groans grew as he reached down with his own hand and palmed her pussy. She let out a groan that matched his own and together they touched each other until they were a pair of writhing bodies, arching into each other.

It was too much for her, she needed more. She titled her head and brought her lips to his ear. “Take them off.” She whispered. It was a barely audible whisper but he heard it and obeyed with lightning speed. Stripping off the offending jeans and pushing them off his legs.

He looked down at her. Her legs were parted for him, and she was holding her arms out to him. Her lips were still open and plump from his kisses and her breasts were rising and falling as she panted, her hard nipples teasing him.

He lowered his body back into her welcoming embrace. Her arms and legs wrapped around him and the kiss they shared was full of hunger. She was sure her lip had been bitten but she was beyond caring at the moment.

His cock found her pussy on it’s own. Pausing just a moment to bask in the feel, he probed her entrance, watching as her body stilled, waiting just like she was for the moment they had each anticipated.

Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, he submerged himself inside her, listening to her whimpers as he filled her up. Never before had Ron seen this reaction. Women enjoyed him and he enjoyed women, but this woman looked like she was in Elysium. She held his body with all her limbs and panted while he held himself still, fully sheathed.

She was the sweetest embrace he had ever felt and he fought for control with himself. The urge to drive into her and lose himself to abandon was tempting, but so was the idea of slowly spending time and savoring what she was giving him.

He pulled out slowly and sank in just as slowly, listening to her moaning under him. It was the sexiest thing Ron had ever seen. This was a woman focused on nothing but the feelings he was bringing out.

He began a slow easy rhythm, watching her face as passion took her over. She rolled her head back and forth, arched her back and started thrusting up into him, quickening his pace. He gave her what she wanted, moving with her mingling his own moans as she clung to him.

She locked her ankles at the small of his back, pulling him deeper. She was drowning in unbelievable sensations, and she couldn’t get enough. She felt the buildup in her body and reached out for it. She knew what she needed, knew what it would take to bring about her rapture. She searched out his eyes and locked with him as he rocked his body over hers. She saw the lust in his eyes and she knew he would want to know what she craved.

Reaching up and grabbed the wrist he had planted beside her head and yanked down on it. Balancing his weight on this other arm, he let her guide his hand down their bodies, thrusting it between their hips. He grinned and took over, his fingers searching out her clit, swollen and tense with need.

She cried out as he found and rolled her clit. She thrust upward with her hips harder, fucking him from underneath, hugging his shoulders tighter. Ron was close to losing it and it took will power to keep control.

She couldn’t take it anymore and found herself screeching as she was hurled over the edge of oblivion. Lightning bolts of pleasure ricocheted through her whole body. Her arms hurt from squeezing him so tightly, and her legs twitched but she didn’t release him.

Ron felt her clamp down on him and spasm around his cock as her orgasm racked her body. It was too much for his control and he let go, feeling his sac tighten and release. He groaned out loudly and arched, throwing his head back and clenching his teeth. He spewed forth into her and thrust deeply, impaling her with everything he had.

Soon the only sound in the room was heaving panting of two exhausted lovers. Ron collapsed over her, burying his face in her neck. He couldn’t move a muscle if his left nut was in danger. She was laying under him, her legs and arms dropped in weightless surrender. She rested her cheek against his head, not minding his heavy body at all.

Ron’s thoughts however were running wild. He had to find out who she was now. He had to know. This woman was something special and he knew they would be good together. This passion didn’t come around every day and even the woman he thought he would marry didn’t make him feel like this. He wanted a more complete connection with her. He wanted to know her name, see her face, look at her while they made love again.

He was sure he could find out. She had to have felt what he felt. She must realize now that they had something worth continuing. He had to convince her of that, and he would do what he had to, in order to make her see that. He would start in the morning. He would talk seriously to her then.

Content in his thoughts, he let sleep take over, cradled by the woman under him.

Ron woke the next morning, smiled and reached over for the body he had slept up against, but found nothing. The bed was cold and when he rose he saw that it was empty. He looked to the floor and saw her clothes and shoes were gone. The only trace of her that lingered was a single white feather resting on his black pillow.