Watch this and Chill

It was the first time she was alone, traveling to a new city; it was her first time to be with a man, an older and more confident man. He would be able to show her things. guide her and demonstrate how it should be. She thought about how it would feel to have his hands on her; touching and moving around her body.

The first time could be scary, she had heard her friends talking about it – the ones who had already done it. She didn’t know how much was true and how much was girlish exaggeration. She decided it was probably a combination of both. The things she was most curious to know was would it be painful? and a secondary concern was how long it would take. A look online told her that most of the time , you could feel some discomfort, but it depended on the experience of the man as to whether it hurt. His experience also played a part in how long it would last. As long as it felt nice, she decided, she wasn’t worried if it lasted five minutes or fifty.

He had chosen the location and given her some simple instructions. It was to be at the plaza hotel . She looked it up, amazed that she would be going to such a place.

‘Come at seven, and bring enough clothes for the weekend.’

She looked around at her simple bedroom, trying to imagine what it would be like to stay in a grand hotel . She looked over her clothes in the wardrobe, wondering if any could be suitable for such a venue. Could she wear a dress that she had worn for her leavers ball at school? She had bought it the year before with some money that she had saved up. It had silk flowers embroidered on it, but she felt it was something a girl would wear, rather than a woman.

There was a black dress that she had bought on sale. the dress was sleeveless, mid-length, and had a habit of riding up her thigs when she sat down. That was what she would wear for the first evening. lifting it carefully from its hanger she rolled it up and packed into her gym bag. She loved the feel of the fabric, and the way it clung to her. She wanted him to enjoy her wearing it , too, and imagined his face as she knew he would want to see her in it.

She zipped up her bag, and then went into the shower. She used an all over natural body scrub, then dried and moisturised her skin. after applying make up, mascara, she added some eyelash extensions. She rummaged through her makeup bag, and decided that most of it was more suitable for a night at the local student bar than an expensive hotel . She decided to keep it minimal. Light foundation. eye shadow, and some lip-gloss. With her hair, she swept it back, and used a silver clasp to secure it. She looked for her shoes. She enjoyed wearing heels, even though it hurt her feet, She decided it was ok. since there wouldn’t be a long walk from the parking lot to the hotel.

By the time the car pulled up, she was starting to have minor worries. Would it be ok? And did she like the man to do what she was about to do? There was no doubting the sincerity of his intentions. And they had been dating for two months, long enough for her to feel that she could trust him.

Meanwhile, she is standing ready, just inside the porch, occasionally glancing at her phone to see if there are any updates, but so far the last she has heard from him is a message telling her that the plans have not changed. She gives her dress a pull and checks her shoes, and then reminds herself she looks fine.

The bed is huge, a massive four-poster with a magnificent wooden headboard. She lays a hand over the bedclothes and is amazed by the smoothness of the fabric.

This is for you.

He offers her a wrapped gift.

Oh, thank you!

She feels his hands massage her shoulders for a few moments.

Please continue.

He then grabs her breasts, they are already round and full.

She parts her legs, feeling the fabric stretching up on her thighs.

Mmmmm.

His hands have moved lower, and he needs to push her thighs open more so that he can enjoy what’s inside.

‘Is it ok?’

‘mmmphhh.’ she gasps. Now it’s happening.

He carries on his discovery of her young body, and she trembles. His touch is strong and firm.

‘Please don’t stop.’

He pushes her dress all the way up to her waist.

She wants him to touch her again in that special place, it’s all that she desires right now.

She opens her legs, feet pointed forward, and reaches down to untie the clasps on her shoes.

‘No, don’t take them off yet.’

She obeys him.

She looks up at him and wonders what will come next.