Odalisque Paradise
“Are you going to come in?” a voice asked, it was a feminine voice with a delicate trill to it thick with sleep. Charles thought it might be the most beautiful voice he had ever heard. Clearing his throat, he stepped into the room, his decision made.
“Hello, I didn’t mean to wake you.” Charles murmured, his pants already stiffening in anticipation of seducing a newly risen female fresh from slumber.
“S’ok,” the voice returned, followed by a yawn. “Come over here where I can see you better.”
Charles moved forward with great haste. He rounded the edge of the settee, and looked down to see the woman he intended to take his virginity. She was pretty, exactly what he had expected her to be. Charles blushed, she didn’t look like a whore, she looked like an untouched maid.
“Is this your first time?” she asked, sitting up, so that her golden curls fell around her in a shimmering cascade. “It is, isn’t it?”
Charles let his blush answer for him, but he moved to sit beside her. The girl smiled at him, her face a mask of maidenly delight. She set her hand on his knee and pursed her lips. Charles obligingly kissed her. It was the sort of foreplay that might be appropriate for small children, but having no knowledge of how to proceed, Charles took his cues from the pretty maid.
It was so awkward for Charles in that moment, as the innocent looking girl before him suckled his lips. Charles squirmed; his shaft was rubbing uncomfortably against the fabric of his pants. The girl’s hand moved to cover the lump in his lap, but it made him more uncomfortable not less so.
“Hello, I didn’t mean to wake you.” Charles murmured, his pants already stiffening in anticipation of seducing a newly risen female fresh from slumber.
“S’ok,” the voice returned, followed by a yawn. “Come over here where I can see you better.”
Charles moved forward with great haste. He rounded the edge of the settee, and looked down to see the woman he intended to take his virginity. She was pretty, exactly what he had expected her to be. Charles blushed, she didn’t look like a whore, she looked like an untouched maid.
“Is this your first time?” she asked, sitting up, so that her golden curls fell around her in a shimmering cascade. “It is, isn’t it?”
Charles let his blush answer for him, but he moved to sit beside her. The girl smiled at him, her face a mask of maidenly delight. She set her hand on his knee and pursed her lips. Charles obligingly kissed her. It was the sort of foreplay that might be appropriate for small children, but having no knowledge of how to proceed, Charles took his cues from the pretty maid.
It was so awkward for Charles in that moment, as the innocent looking girl before him suckled his lips. Charles squirmed; his shaft was rubbing uncomfortably against the fabric of his pants. The girl’s hand moved to cover the lump in his lap, but it made him more uncomfortable not less so.
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