Christy reached slowly and slid the straps of her black cocktail dress off of her shoulders. Already unzipped in the back, it slipped down across her breasts and then over her hips into a rumpled pile around her feet. She stood there nearly naked, wearing only the lacey black bra and panties she had bought just for this occasion; just for tonight. She felt exhilarated and anxious at the same time. She stepped backwards to the bed slowly and lay down, legs outstretched. She stared at him intently, her gaze fixed upon his eyes. The room was silent, neither of them said a word. They didn't have to. Their bodies were speaking to each other enough. She bent her legs slightly raising her knees towards her chest. In one continuous motion, she took a deep breath slowly opening her legs for his full view. The translucent lace of her panties provided only the slightest obfuscation hiding her womanhood. He slowly stepped toward the bed.
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Several weeks earlier, Christy found herself at a party at a downtown loft. She did not want to be there. He friend Heater had dragged her along. She didn't feel like she belonged. In preparation for the night, she dressed in what she thought was her best attire for a night out. Christy had big soft brown eyes and cheeks lightly dotted with freckles. Her straight brown hair, parted in the middle, fell down alongside her checks framing her face. Cut short, the ends curled slightly under her soft jaw line. She had full lips that sparkled lightly, coated with a pale pink lip gloss.
Her curvy body is accentuated by her small frame, standing barely 5'2" without shoes. Her breasts are full and her cleavage is pronounced by the tight fit of the strapless dress. A dusty yellow floral print, it pulled in tight around her abdomen. The A-line cut of the dress was flattering to her wide hips. She was self-conscious of her shape. She was not fat. Actually quite fit, but genetics had dealt her the hand of a shorter fuller frame. The hem line of her dress ended just above her knees. She wore thick cork wedges with a natural colored leather strap. The neutral colors of her shoes offset by her pink polished toenails.
The trendy apartment party was filled with tall, skinny, blondes and brunettes, all wearing impossibly sleek denim or leggings paired with designer stiletto heels. These women, all exuded a sexual confidence that let them move effortlessly between conversations, immediately commanding the attention of the well coifed men around them. These men were all wearing tight fitting dress pants and crisp button down shirts unbuttoned one button more than would be otherwise acceptable. They bore the strong smell of designer cologne emanating from their exposed chests. All these beautiful people sipped champagne and laughed comfortably among each other.
Christy felt she had no business being here. She didn't look the part. She was far too bashful for this crowd. She even felt self-conscious about sipping the beer she had chosen over any number of fancy cocktails offered to her.
"Relax, it will be great." Heather tried to impart her bubbly confidence upon Christy. Friends since grade school, Christy was always somewhat envious of her. Heather was tall with wavy red hair and piercing blue eyes. While she was not fancy like these other women, she easily drew the attention of the men in the room. She was tall and skinny and would look great even if she was wearing baggy sweats. Her ebullient personality was intoxicating and it made it very easy for her to get the attention of men. Throughout grade school and college, she always had a number of guys chasing her. Christy couldn't recall a time Heather was alone; always with the latest guy on her arm. Even now at this party tonight she had a boyfriend with her.
Christy was here to be introduced to a guy. Heather arranged the meetup for Christy, her boyfreind's co-worker's roomate or some other overly complex association. Heather opined that he was supposedly "a great guy and quite good looking". Christy thought the guy might as well have been a total stranger at best and likely some kind of weirdo rapist at worst. had Heather even met this guy before setting this up? She was probably better connected to Kevin Bacon she thought. But she went along with the plan anyway. She prepared herself for an unmitigated disaster of an evening.
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Christy hadn't dated anyone in a long time. She had never had a steady boyfriend; not in grade school or college. Now out on her own, her job working at a daycare was massively rewarding, but not exactly the place to meet single young men. There were a few scumbag dads that hit on her while picking up their kids, but being hit on by an older married man while holding his child doesn't help build confidence. Her dating life was nonexistent and that's why she was here at this party. She thought to herself that she hadn't been with a man since she left college and moved out on her own. As the weeks and months passed, this weighed on her confidence only further exacerbating the situation.
Against all odds, thexsetup had turned out great. He was handsome and affable. He had a genuine interest in Christy. There she stood in her bathroom mirror getting ready for their fourth date. He had been a real gentleman; taking her to great restaurants and introducing her to his male and female friends. Each of their previous dates had ended with him walking her to the door of her apartment and bidding her goodnight. Tonight would be different; she intended to reward him for his chivalry. She schemed that when he went to say goodnight at her door, she would pull him inside and give herself to him. She blushed lightly at the thought of what would happen. She slowly pulled on her black cocktail dress over her new lacy bra and panties ready to head out to dinner with him.
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Christy lay there in her lacy underwear, legs spread. Seeing him step towards her on the bed brought a rush that nearly made her giggle. She fought to play it cool. He had taken his shirt and pants off and stood there in black boxer brief underwear. She found herself thankful as she gazed upon his body. His strong and muscular chest was covered with light curls of dark hair that matched the dark frock of hair on his head. His arms were thick and strong. The hair on his chest only barely obscured the light rippling of his abdominal muscles.
He crawled onto the bed on all fours, kneeling over her. She felt an amazing sense of safety and warmth having his body perched over hers. He kissed her gently but powerfully. She felt a shiver run the length of her body. His hand cupped under the small of her back, he held her tenderly but could sense his power. She felt a warmth brewing between her legs. The anticipation was growing uncontrollably. She kissed him back pulling his body against hers. She shuddered at the feeling of the weight of his body on top of hers. She felt his partially swollen manhood pressing against her as a wave of moisture began flow inside of her. He gently broke off the kiss raising his head slightly. She gazed upon the man she was ready to let take her.
"A condom? I didn't know we were ready for this tonight so....." His question was framed in the vein of where she kept them, not if there were any.
Christy was taken by a wave of dread. In all her calculations and planning for this moment, she had overlooked this entirely. If there was a condom in her place, it was in some moving box in the closet and at least three years expired. She looked up at him apologetically. "I don't have any, this was impromptu for me too." That was a lie but she thought it made the situation marginally less horrible.
She was crestfallen. Here she had a great guy in bed with her, nearly naked, half hard and she was to be foiled. She was desperate to not have this end their night. In a blur of thought, she hurriedly exclaimed "I'm on the pill, so we should be good. I don't have anything, you have nothing to be scared of." She looked at him sheepishly and apologetically.
He looked into her eyes and chuckled lightly. "That's ok. I wasn't worried about you having anything. If you're comfortable, I am."
Christy's mind was immediately awash at the response and what she had offered. She thought to herself "What have I done? I just invited him to have unprotected sex with me? Oh my gosh?" She also didn't know what to expect. In her limited sexual experience, the man had always used a condom. She wondered if it would feel different not having the latex between them. And how would she deal with the cum situation? Her mind raced as she tried to figure it all out.
