Opensesame54321
Lost in Limbo
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Rosy was nervous. In fact, for a brief instance, she almost turned and ran out. Almost. Her hand was shaking and Danny seemed to understand. He stopped her and smiled, trying to calm her nerves.
“It’s not a race to the finish line,” he told her as he slowly finished what the woman had begun. Turning her around so that her back was to him, he slipped the red dress strap down. Softly he kissed the now bare shoulder, smiling when Rosy gave a little shiver.
“If you’ve changed your mind, it won’t hurt my feelings. This is your first time. It’s all about you.” Meanwhile the other hand slid down the strap on the other shoulder and his lips followed, kissing that bit of bare skin.
The sound of the zipper seemed unusually loud in the small room and Rosy felt the dress relax its hold on her body. At the moment, a flock of butterflies fluttered in her stomach. A thought crossed her mind and she felt the need to explain to him. Turning, she faced him.
“It’s not that I’m cheap, or one of those kind of girls. But there have been several times when I would not have had a say in what happened. I wanted the first time to be special with a special guy. Someone that I really cared about. Someone...well, you.”
When she stopped speaking , she dropped her arms and the dress slid from her body as the full skirt parachuted to the floor, leaving her standing before him in a pair of silk tap pants that did more to entice than hide her womanly features. No bra hid her pert breast. Instead her dark brown nipples, now puckered from the situation made them prominent and aching for attention.
Such new feeling tumbled through Rosy - fear, excitement, and a new one for her. Desire. Desire for the fine figure of a man that stood half naked before her.
That’s when suddenly she realized. She had indeed fallen for the man. In fact, she could not even contemplate sleeping with a man unless she loved him. He may not love her. Perhaps tomorrow he would hate her for giving up her virginity to him so easily. But tonight, he was her first. Her lover. Her Love.
Yes, she could not help it. She loved him.
“It’s not a race to the finish line,” he told her as he slowly finished what the woman had begun. Turning her around so that her back was to him, he slipped the red dress strap down. Softly he kissed the now bare shoulder, smiling when Rosy gave a little shiver.
“If you’ve changed your mind, it won’t hurt my feelings. This is your first time. It’s all about you.” Meanwhile the other hand slid down the strap on the other shoulder and his lips followed, kissing that bit of bare skin.
The sound of the zipper seemed unusually loud in the small room and Rosy felt the dress relax its hold on her body. At the moment, a flock of butterflies fluttered in her stomach. A thought crossed her mind and she felt the need to explain to him. Turning, she faced him.
“It’s not that I’m cheap, or one of those kind of girls. But there have been several times when I would not have had a say in what happened. I wanted the first time to be special with a special guy. Someone that I really cared about. Someone...well, you.”
When she stopped speaking , she dropped her arms and the dress slid from her body as the full skirt parachuted to the floor, leaving her standing before him in a pair of silk tap pants that did more to entice than hide her womanly features. No bra hid her pert breast. Instead her dark brown nipples, now puckered from the situation made them prominent and aching for attention.
Such new feeling tumbled through Rosy - fear, excitement, and a new one for her. Desire. Desire for the fine figure of a man that stood half naked before her.
That’s when suddenly she realized. She had indeed fallen for the man. In fact, she could not even contemplate sleeping with a man unless she loved him. He may not love her. Perhaps tomorrow he would hate her for giving up her virginity to him so easily. But tonight, he was her first. Her lover. Her Love.
Yes, she could not help it. She loved him.
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