Encounter at the Symphony, Ch. 03
Christina told her sister all that sexually happened between her and David.
Encounter at the Symphony, Chapter 02:
I apologize for the rehash of events from the previous chapter but not satisfied with chapter 2, this is a major rewrite of the end of chapter 2. No writer is happy with their work. Once deemed finished, every writer wished that they could rewrite it over again.
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Encounter at the Symphony, Reread, Rewritten, and continued from Chapter 02:
As shocked as I was sexually excited, surprising me, I couldn't believe that Christina opened my guest bedroom door without knocking and quietly closed the door behind her. Glad that I wasn't masturbating, fortunately, I was reading. Yet, I was thinking about masturbating after I finished reading. Imagining all sorts of sexual scenarios with Christina, I had much to masturbate over now being a guest in her huge house.
Seemingly embarrassed and ashamed, she stood before me in her beautiful, green, transparent nightgown as if she was naked. She may as well have been naked with all that I could see of her beautiful body. If it wasn't enough that she came to my room in the middle of the night, I couldn't believe what she was wearing. Obviously, with her hopefully wanting to sexually seduce me, she was as sexually attracted to me as I was sexually attracted to her.
Discovering later, with her being double dared by her sister Carolyn to go to my room and have sex with me, she bit her lip while daring herself to ask me her question. Yet, after I found out later, not wanting her sister to claim me as her man, she dared herself to ask me her question. With her dressed in that sexually revealing nightgown without wearing a robe, suspecting what she was about to ask me, I watched her take a big breath.
Obviously, no mistaking her intentions, she wanted to have sex with me. Something that I'd never refuse, especially someone who looked like her, undoubtedly, she hoped that I wouldn't refuse her for sex. With me not having had sex in fifteen, long years, even if I haven't had sex in 15 minutes, I'd never refuse her. Moreover, something she hadn't considered before coming to my room, no doubt, in the way that James was gay, perhaps, she hoped that I wasn't gay.
Then, seemingly summoning her courage, she asked me what I had learned later that her sister had dared her, double dared her to ask me. A question that she had never asked any man before, she was as nervous as she was sexually aroused. With her sister threatening to drive to her house, put on her nightgown, and take her place if she didn't ask me what she needed to know, she asked me her question.
"May I sleep with you," she asked while staring up at me with trepidation and mindlessly feeling her breast through her nightgown?
Her question echoed in my head. Even though I suspected that was what she wanted to ask me, I was speechless. This beautiful woman asked to sleep with me. As if I was dreaming, I couldn't believe my ears. Never has a woman as beautiful and sexy as her asked to sleep with me.
I was stunned. As shocked as I was sexually excited, I couldn't believe this gorgeous woman asked to sleep with me. She wanted to sleep with me. Speechless, I couldn't talk. I couldn't formulate my answer.
'Christina asked if she could sleep with me,' I thought in disbelief. 'Maybe, she's just tired and lonely and just wanted to sleep next to me. Maybe she doesn't want sex but just comfort and companionship. Yet, I hoped that her question was the code question that she wanted sex,' I hoped.
I stared at her in astonished surprise with my mouth hanging open. I couldn't stop staring at her. She was so beautiful. I couldn't stop staring at all that I could see of her through her sheer nightgown. She was so sexy.
As if Christina Hendricks from MADMEN, and Good Girls, had stepped in my guest bedroom, she was just as beautiful. Even more remarkable, they both shared the same first name, had the same red hair, and had huge breasts. When I didn't answer her, with me still in shocked surprise that she asked to sleep with me, still unable to speak, she took the lead and explained her reason for wanting to sleep with me.
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"I'm a lonely widow, and after what happened at the symphony, I don't want to be alone tonight. With the storm still raging outside enough to rattle the windows, I'm afraid. I need to be held. I need to be comforted," she said. "I need you to hold me in your arms."
She paused to look at me to see my reaction to what she had already asked and to all that she said. Tongue tied and still unable to respond, all that I could do was to stare. When I still didn't answer her, she continued.
"I need to be consoled and told that everything will be alright. Alone in this big house since my husband died, I don't like living alone, and sleeping alone. With me living a fantasy life of wealth and privilege, after that thief invaded my life by taking more than my purse but also my innocence, he made me aware of what's out there without having someone to protect me and save me from harm."
Again, she paused to see my reaction to what she said. Now that she asked me her question and explained why she needed to sleep with me, I couldn't contain my sexual anticipation. Involuntarily, feeling so happy, I showed her a flash of sexual excitement on my face.
I stared at her with lustful desire and sexual interest. I couldn't stop from looking at her. Yet, unable to speak, I still hadn't answered her. I needed to respond. She awaited my answer. If I didn't tell her how I felt, I feared she'd feel rejected and flee my room. She'd think that I didn't want her and want to have sex with her. She'd think me gay.
Yet, catching me by surprised, totally shocked, I never expected her to come to my room. I never expected her to be wearing such a short, sheer, sexy, and low-cut nightgown without a robe. I never expected her to ask if she could sleep with me. Flabbergasted by her sexual request, while looking at her dumbfounded, I couldn't say the word, yes. While waiting for me to respond, she continued.
"With my husband unable to get and maintain an erection, I haven't had sex long before my husband died," she said with sadness. "I'm sexually frustrated," she said with embarrassment. "I'm horny," she said with shame. "Then, when you came into my life," she said with a pause. "I felt as if this was meant to be," she said with hopefulness.
Mindlessly unaware what she was doing, I watched her lift and play with the hem of her nightgown. Lifting her nightgown high enough, she mindlessly and unintentionally showed me the bottom of her red, trimmed, naked pussy. With me lying prone on my bed, I don't think she knew that from my angle that I could clearly see beneath her nightgown, especially with her lifting and playing with the hem of it.
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'She's not wearing panties. I can't believe that I'm seeing Christina's cunt,' I thought. 'She came to my room without wearing a robe, while wearing this nearly transparent nightgown, and she's not wearing panties. Of course, she wanted sex. Then, with what she said next, she left no reason for doubt.'
"I hope you'll accept my offer for sex and not think of me a whore," she said. "I hope you'll take me asking you for sex as my way of thanking you for saving my purse and my grandmother's, diamond earrings. More importantly, I wanted to thank you for rocking me from my world of fantasy to reality. You probably saved my life from being so naΓ―ve about the wicked ways of the world that's out there waiting for me to be their victim," she said.