Thinking back, waiting has always been awkward. Sitting around and waiting for others didn't suit me. Much less naked, as I had been instructed to be. I always needed to be on the move. Doing something.
Yet, here I was.
Life had taken a turn and I have found myself at an end. The doctor only gave me a little time left before my body collapse in on itself. I never married. No children or loose ends to tie up, just minor affairs to square away. Still, I was crestfallen. I'm human. I wanted to be able to give myself completely to another. I had always figured the opportunity would come about in life.
Fate had other plans, it seemed.
It was only natural that when the opportunity presented itself that I would agree to it. At first it sounded like total hogwash. At any other point in my life, I would have brushed it off as the talk of lunacy. Now I have nothing to lose - let's see what the looneys have to offer.
The room was lit with various candles and and a sensuous decor. A little too frilly for me, but I've always had a pessimistic eye in these matters. Intimacy is fine and all, but the deed had always been what's important to me. Getting the job done. Being in the action. Still, I kept reminding myself that I was no longer spearing the charge. It was I who was giving myself. So I mustered my patience.
When finally the door opened my host entered, accompanied by two younger ladies. They were dressed for the part. White togas barely draped over their bodies. Each maiden wearing a tiara and an assortment of eye catching jewelry. The one who opened the door led the way carrying a stick of incense. The faint trail of its scent visible in the air as she led her Mistress, immediately followed by the other maiden, to the bed where I lay. She set the incense in some holders at the ends of the room.
The Mistress had her eyes locked on me since she entered the room. Sizing up her prey one last time. Her smile was what caught my attention the most, I guess. So warm and friendly, as if she had known me since childhood.
She wore an air of experience. Her build was slightly taller than mine, and a good height greater than the two younger ladies who entered the room with her. The fabric of her gown was thin. The light of the candles teased her feminine physique through her clothes.
She gracefully sat down right next to me, her body brushing against mine. Her hand reached up to graze against my face. There was a tenderness to her being. I remember my anxiety over the whole matter melting away in her presence.
"Are you sure you're ready for this? I must reiterate, once we start, there is no turning back."
I remember being hesitant at first. The whole thing seemed ridiculous. I had committed myself though. I remember simply nodding.
Her smile warmed me. She turned to her matrons and dismissed them. Her hand continued to explore the contours of my face as the two women thanked their Mistress and left the room, solidly closing the door behind them.
My Mistress leaned in, gently kissing the nape of my neck. Her hands now gripped my torso. The feel of her soft skin as her light kisses made their way down my body electrified me. I had been so use to leading the charge. Letting another initiate things stirred my desires.
She warmly sighed as my hands responded in kind. Her breasts yielded to my touch as if the fabric of her gown weren't there. Her skin suggested she might have been older than she looked, but she definitely carried an energy speaking to her youthful vibrancy.
Embracing each other, we laid down aside each other on the bed. Her hands made their way for my manhood, having stiffened in my arousal. She let out a playful giggle as her fingers wrapped themselves around my member. Gently yet expertly they began to harden it further.
