A Virgins Dream.
The day had been very hot and humid, as I lay in bed. I kicked the duvet off with my feet, yanking my nightie over my shoulders I threw it on the floor. As I lay naked, I began caressing my body. I fell into a deep restless sleep. I immediately started to dream of meeting a very handsome man at some grand ball, that was again being held at the home of some good friends of my parents. Licking my lips as I saw him enter the room. He was very tall and very handsome.
His clothes were very well made, the quality of the material was very good indeed. He had tight black breeches on with a golden buckle on the outside of each knee, with white socks. His black jacket had golden brocade round the edges that seemed to be enhanced by the white shirt he had on, which had ruffles down the front and at the cuffs. All were edged in golden brocade. Everything seemed to heighten his stature and the golden bronze of his skin. His deep blue eyes seemed to penetrate whoever he was looking at, as though he was searching for all their hidden secrets; secrets that were locked away hidden in the depths of their minds. Was he looking for something he had yet to find? Only he could say.
As I stood there watching him, I could see him scanning the room, my fingers automatically pressed on my pussy, my legs turning to jelly. I could barely keep myself upright and had to lean my back against the wall when I heard someone say, 'That man over there who has just walked in is, Captain Adam Laverne. He is one of the finest men here. He is very much a ladies' man.'
Our eyes instantly met across the room. Not once did he take his eyes from mine as he made his way across the room, heading my way, totally ignoring everyone who tried to speak with him. He stopped with only a hair's breadth between us as he introduced himself, in a whisper that only I could hear, 'Good day to you, my beautiful young lady. My name is Adam Laverne.' Stepping back, he bent from the waist to kiss my hand, leaving a trail of tingling sensations running through to my very soul. Never once did he take his eyes from mine. 'Would you give me the pleasure of the next dance?'
Nodding my head as my body quivered, my heart began to race, and my breath very erratic, he placed his open hand on the small of my back, guiding me, making me shiver from the inside out. Gliding me round the room, I could smell the aroma of his body, the strength of his arms holding
me tight, my nipples pressing into his chest, I could feel his breath on my cheek, my panties were getting wet and if I wasn't careful, my legs would give way on me.
The ladies were all envious, trying to cool their faces with their fans as they watched us dancing round the floor. A smile crossing his lips that penetrated into my very being.
Hearing the odd huff and puff, knowing he preferred my company to any of the other ladies. I wallowed in it. I enjoyed the touch of his hand in mine and the way he held the small of my back, pulling me close to him as he guided me to where he wanted me to go. The closeness of him, skin touching skin. My hands burned with him touching me. I could feel myself glowing as he held me in his arms. My heart racing, beating so hard and fast, I thought it might burst. My cheeks were rosy, my eyes shone brightly like priceless gems; sparkling so brightly, I dazzled everyone who looked at me as we danced around the floor. I felt as though I was the queen of the ball. I was very happy.
When the music came to an end, Adam suggested a stroll in the garden. All eyes seemed to be on us as we left the room, his hand on my back, while the other held fast to my hand. Some people were smiling at us while others, their eyes dark and hateful as if they were saying how dare she.
I felt my breath escape me as I felt a warm breeze on my face, gently caressing my hair and filling my nostrils with perfume. The fragrant smell of roses all around us, it was magical. We wandered through the gardens till we came to a giant old oak tree. I needed to rest and leaned my back against a gnarled trunk of the tree, my hands on either side of me for support. Taking a deep breath of air as I did so.
Adam placed my hands in his and held them above my head, holding me tight in place, making me gasp. Our eyes met; sparks flew all around us. His lips came softly, ever so softly onto mine, caressing me, loving me, tasting me with his tongue; the feeling felt like fine feathers, tingling, flicking and floating over my skin. My heart raced along at great speed, a shudder going down my spine, filling my whole body with strange sensations. I didn't know or understand what they were. Even so, I enjoyed this feeling I was getting. I also knew, he was enjoying it as well. I felt a stirring in his breeches, which made me hold my stomach in.
