I think I might have to prompt him again, and a shiver of anticipation passes through me. Not just because I know what great pleasure awaits, but also because this will be the first time anyone has ever seen me naked like this. Not just a man, but anyone at all. I have never taken off all of my clothes to stand open in front of someone, allowing their eyes to trail over all of me in full light. There is something truly erotic even about this level of trust. I may have issues with my self-confidence when it comes to my body, but I know that if I want anyone to see it, it’s this man in front of me.
I don’t have to prompt him. Fernando goes down on one knee before me again. Then he reaches up as if he is a praying man, and puts his hands to either side of my hips, stroking over the lacy fabric I’m wearing there for a long moment before doing anything else. He looks up at me, and in his face, as he looks up from the floor I see the young man he was twenty years ago. It's funny, but I hardly ever think about how much older than me he is. I see a need and earnestness in him, just as there is in me. His self-confidence and way of taking charge only means that he is the right man to counterpart my own nature, and nothing else. For all intents and purposes, we might as well be the same age, or I older than him, or any real combination of ages you could think of because it’s all the same to us.
Or at least, all the same to me. But I will not allow any doubts to take over my mind right now. Right now belongs to this moment, to this pleasure, to the shudder that passes over me when he hooks his fingers into my panties for the second time in two nights and slowly pulls them down over my hips.
Down, down, right to the floor. He takes each of my feet in turn and lifts them out of my panties, and then discards them on the chair. And that’s it, I’m naked in front of him without a shred of anything to hide behind.
And somehow, the way he looks at me and this body of mine makes me know that I have made the right choice. Makes me feel beautiful, makes me feel like a real woman and not a girl. I feel like I’m seeing the way he sees me. And that alone is enough of a gift in itself that I need nothing else from him tonight - nothing to make it special. I just want him to take me, to show me that, at least for tonight, I’m his.
“There,” I say, still trying to keep up the lightly teasing tone. To not allow any shake of nervousness into my voice, because for all that I want this, I can still be nervous. “It looks as though I’m ready.”
Fernando looks at me with predatory eyes, raking over me. I can see the need in them, how he wants to take me right here and now. I’m not going to argue with him. I lift my hand and lay it on his chest, still clothed in a white shirt.
“But, don’t you think you ought to protect your clothes as well? Won’t they get ruined by the oil too?”
Fernando swallows, and I can see how much of an effort it takes him to not grab hold of me right now and devour me. He silently reaches for the buttons at the top of his chest, and I go for the one at the bottom to help him speed it up, and by the time he can tear it off his shoulders, we’re in a frenzy. I place my palms flat on his muscular chest and lift myself up on my toes, reaching for him; he leans down and takes hold of my face in his hands as he kisses me deep and hungry, just like I want him too.
I know I have him now. He pulls me in tight against himself, and I can feel the hard rod of his desire against my stomach. How can he resist, and insist on following through with the rest of his planned spa day now?
Fernando breaks the kiss to look at me fiercely, desire shining hot and heavy from his eyes. “I can’t hold off any longer,” he says, his voice rough and raw. “I wanted to give you more, but…”
“Then don’t hold off,” I whisper, feeling bold enough to slip my hand down between us, to brush against that hardness that I can feel.
It's enough to make him lose the last of his control, to drive him wild as he grabs hold of me. He lifts me by my bare ass, making me instinctively hook my legs around him so that I won’t fall. He doesn’t pause in kissing me, both of us gasping for breath we hungrily press our mouths together, our tongues battling. He carries me out of the room and into the hall, then manages somehow to walk all the way down it to a room at the far end, pushing through a door where more rose petals are scattered around the floor.