This story just kinda came to me while I was writing my next one in my head. It could go in several categories, Romance, Fantasy or even Erotic Couplings. If you enjoy the sex scenes, you won't be disappointed. I'll let you choose.
The Chosen One
Chapter 1
My name is Laura Jordan. I'm thirty years old. I have blue eyes, shoulder length blonde hair and weigh 124 pounds as of this morning. I've never been married and physically and mentally, still a virgin. I date but sex is never on the table so I rarely have more than two with the same man. I will give myself to the right man when it's time. I live alone with my two cats, Will and Grace. Little did I know there was a plan for me and I would have nothing to do with it or have a say in it.
I work in a local law office as a Paralegal. After work, I basically go home, work out and fix a light dinner. I usually read until I get sleepy and do it all again the next day except for weekends. I had no idea that my life was on course to be changed in a big way.
It was a Saturday. I was thumbing through a magazine late in the evening. I heard the mailman at my door and the lid on my mailbox close. I thought it odd since the mail was never this late with delivery. I rushed to the door but saw no one. I retrieved my mail and found a black envelope with my name professionally engraved on it. I laid my mail on my dresser and took my nightly bath thinking I would go through it later. I distinctly remember the black envelope being on the bottom of the stack. When I finished my bath, I walked over and noticed the envelope was now on top of the stack.
I thought, Okay, this envelope is dying to be first figuring it was just my usual junk mail. With it in my hand, I laid back on my bed in the nude. I opened the envelope and removed the contents which looked like an invitation.
It said, "You are cordially invited...". That's when I smelled the most wonderful scent emanating from the invitation. I put it to my nose and smiled as I took in the aroma. I closed my eyes and was immediately in a deep, dreamy sleep.
I awoke. I was in a beautiful mansion. There appeared to be a party of some sort. There were probably one hundred or more people there dressed in tuxedos and floor length evening gowns. I looked at myself in the mirror in the entrance, I was also dressed in a beautiful blue gown. My hair was beautiful, obviously having been professionally done. I could feel a garter belt and nylon stockings. I looked down and saw that I was wearing ankle strap sandals and I could see my red toe nails shining through the toes of the stockings. My finger nails were the same color as my toes. My make up was perfect.
I thought, "What is going on? I must be dreaming."
As I approached the crowd, they all turned to look at me and began clapping. A distinguished looking man approached me and took my hand.
He said, "Laura, you look stunning tonight. I'm Oliver, your host for this evening. As the guest of honor, all of these people are here to see you and meet you."
I said, "Okay, Oliver, is it? Why am I the guest of honor and how did I get here?"
Oliver replied, "All in god time, Laura. I have someone for you to meet."
Oliver led me through this grand room. Everyone parted the way for me as we strode through the crowd. They were smiling and congratulating me. For what, I didn't know? I heard whispers as I passed through the aisle with people on both sides, smiling and clapping.
"She's the Chosen One?
He led me to a set of three steps that overlooked the crowd. At the top of the steps is a large sofa like seat. Standing by this sofa was a very handsome young man. He appeared to be younger than me by a few years maybe.
Oliver said, "Laura, this is Anthony. He is your escort for the evening."
Anthony said, "Oliver, I had no idea when you said my lady for the evening was beautiful, I had no idea that you were understating her beauty. She is absolutely stunning."
Anthony took my hand and I immediately felt a bolt of pleasure course through my body. Anthony approached me with his hand in mine and kissed me sensually. I responded to his kiss in a fashion that felt like I had known him all my life. Every aspect of my senses came to life. I was completely taken by this young man after one kiss. Oliver smiled and backed away from us as the room once again started clapping for us.
Again, I heard, "The Chosen One" whispered by these people who just wanted to get a look at me for some reason.
Anthony broke our kiss and led me to the sofa that overlooked the crowd. We sat looking into each other's eyes. I was in a state of lust driven euphoria. We embraced and engaged in another deep kiss. Our tongues danced together through our lips. I became aware that I was aroused, sexually. The only time I felt this feeling was when I masturbated. The only orgasm I had ever had was brought on by my own fingers dancing over my clitoris and slipping inside me. The longer and deeper we kissed, the more sexually aroused I became. I could feel my vagina oozing the secretions of my arousal.
Anthony said, "Laura, please allow me to make love to you. I want you, heart, body, and soul."
The crowd closed in closer to our throne. Oliver approached us as we broke our kiss.
He said, "Laura, you are pure, a virgin, as is Anthony. This will be the first time and the beginning for both of you. You are the Chosen Ones."
In my euphoric state, I smiled. We began touching each other. I placed my hand on Anthony's face and ran my fingers through his thick dark hair. I was now in a state of total desire for this young man. Our lips met once again, this time with more lust. Anthony placed his hand on my breast still covered by my dress. I realized I was braless beneath my dress. He placed his hand on my shoulder and slid my dress off of my shoulder and down my arm exposing my bare breast and erect nipple. He placed his lips on my nipple and began sucking it gently.
I could hear the "ewwws and ahhhhs" from the crowd as they watched my seduction. I didn't care. I was totally immersed in the lust and physical responses that this man has brought out in me.
I noticed two couples that apparently were overcome by the vision of our lust and their own sexual need. Their bodies entwined on the steps on each side of us. They undressed. The women were dressed similar to me. When their lover unzipped their dress and let it fall to their feet, I saw that they wore no panties. Only stockings and shoes. The ladies unzipped their man's pants and extracted the penis of their respective lover from its confines.
