I mentioned in an earlier chapter that my stepfather gave me away for the second time. He raised me with love, took care of my needs and gave me a good education. My mother had left us, and as of this date no sign of her.
I was twenty at the time of my second marriage. I was easily impressed by men I met at parties, on holidays, and other social events.
At one of those parties Paul my boyfriend took me along as a guest to a social function attended by musicians, artists, writers. It was a whole new world for me, a world of glamour that left me breathless.
Paul always told me what to wear. He wished me to dress in a strap short flowing dress, elastic top nylons and high heels. As Paul saw me slipping into my bikini panties, he told me in his sweet sort of demanding voice to leave them off. I was afraid if I didn't sit down carefully, all would be exposed between my legs. Most of the time I fulfilled his wishes.
"Go sit on the sofa, love." Paul requested of me.
Across from where I sat was a lounge chair in which Paul seated himself. He looked at me with his melting smile.
"Let me see you darling, open your beautiful legs."
I did as he asked of me. I teased him, opening and closing them.
"Touch your pussy, do it."
I am running of the rail here instead of continuing about my honeymoon in Barbados. The reader should really be informed how I met my husband.
It was at this social function, my first, I met my future husband Thomas. He was introduced to me by my stepfather. I became a bit nervous as Thomas spoke to me for the first time. I wasn't able to respond. I became gitty which Thomas noticed and made me comfortable calming me by taking my hand walking me into the dining room where dinner was being served. He sat beside me, feeling his hand rub over my lap. We smiled at each other but he wasn't aware that I was turning on but Paul was. He saw me blushing. Thomas raised my dress without anyone noticing, laid his hand on my naked flesh. He leaned over to me.
"Your silky skin gives me an erection, dear. I don't wish to offend you, but you are so vibrant and gorgeous."
I responded slightly opening my legs, which Paul knew I would do. He kept looking at me trying to say, "cum for him."
