I cuddled against Sarah, feeling her breasts against my chest. It was our first time, my first time. I was twenty-five and I couldn't believe my luck at finding someone so beautiful and caring, but I still felt inadequate. Why had it taken me so long to find someone, and why did I still feel so worthless? Why was such an awesome girl giving me a chance? My cock hung limp in my jeans, I hoped she couldn't feel it. She didn't seem to notice, but I was sure she could. I shifted my position, and got up from the bed slowly. "What's up?" she said.
"Just going to the bathroom," I lied.
"It's just down the stairs and to the left."
As I started to move, I started to feel a slight pressure in my bladder, realizing that the white lie I had told to escape was actually starting to come true. I walked to the stairs, and as I started to descend them, they creaked ominously. The lights were off downstairs, and as I got further downstairs, the darkness started to surround me, and I felt suddenly claustrophobic. I looked back up the stairs to see if I had missed a light switch. I saw none. I looked down into the blackness, and saw nothing again. I gripped the railing, even more fearful now, for reasons I couldn't articulate. I reached the last step, after a walk that seemed like forever. I was sure I'd have to fumble around in the dark to find a light switch or the bathroom door, but I saw the door slightly ajar with golden light streaming out through the gap. I walked in, flipped up the seat, unzipped my pants, and let the pressure inside me slowly release. As I did it, my eyes lowered and focused on my dick, in many ways the cause of all the trouble.
It hung there, limp and small, and I felt the most immense sadness I had ever felt. I just couldn't face her, the enormity of disrobing in front of another human being with all the shame inside myself, which just wouldn't go away. It seemed like my junk was receding even further inside my body, becoming comically small. I sighed, pulled up my boxers and jeans, and zipped up. I opened the bathroom door and was about to leave, go upstairs and apologize to the beautiful woman waiting for me for ruining our perfect night. Then the smell hit me.
Sulfur wafted into my nostrils, and I thought I must have farted, but I knew that I hadn't. Then I saw some smoke coming through the door. I panicked, thinking that there must be a fire instead. My mind slowly registered that this was not regular smoke. It was a dark rust color, and along with the sharp sulfur note I had first noticed, there was also a softer, sweet smell in the smoke, like fresh pears, that as I inhaled more and more, slowly relaxed my mind and body. All my cares melted away. I stepped into the hallway, and saw that the smoke was coming from further down the hallway, from a room that was now illuminated, that hadn't been lit before. I walked slowly toward the door, and peered around the edge to see what was going on.
Inside the room, there was no furniture but a leather lounge chair with a few pillows. Oh and there was also one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen, clad in a dark lacy thong and bra. Her silky dark hair crashed over her perfect shoulders in waves. My words failed in any way to describe her tight voluptuous body that seemed to defy gravity. Her skin was a gorgeous bronze that seemed to have a red glow under it. I stared deeply into her deep dark brown eyes, and she spoke.
"Hello Tomas."
"How do you know my name? Who are you? How did you get here?"
"You will find out all in time. You can call me Lucy."
