Priscilla was a beautiful young woman of eighteen years whose father had just promised her to a man many years her senior. Her father had called her down to the parlor to meet this man and to be inspected by him. She entered the parlor and curtsied to Master Joseph Long before kissing her father on the cheek. Priscilla dutifully stood where her father directed as Master Long circled her slender form, examining her proper stature. He took her chin and carefully examined her face, noting her excellent features and milky white complexion. He examined her hands, noting how they had never done housework, and examined her chest by rubbing his fingers over her bulging hemispheres, noting the smoothness of her skin and the ampleness of her orbs.
He nodded with pleasure towards her father and smiled lustfully at the young woman. Priscilla allowed this stranger to escort her to the dinner table, where she was seated near him. Her mother entered soon after and sat near her father. The dinner conversation was dominated by the arrangements regarding her impending marriage to Master Long. She dreaded the arrangements that her parents had made for her. She did not like this wealthy stranger; Priscilla thought of him as a dirty old man out to buy love that he was no longer fit to earn. She knew that her father needed the money, which would come from the marriage, but she was still very unhappy with her fate.
She did not feel sleepy that night and decided to sit out on her balcony brushing her hair and praying for a way out of her father's arrangements. Anton watched the beautiful young woman as she came out into the moonlight. He knew that she had to be deeply troubled by something to be up so late. Anton stared at her pale arms as they drew the brush through her long brown tresses. Her lips were a deep shade of red, for which he found himself longing. It was evident that she wore very little clothing to bed because he could see her pert nipples through that pale nightshirt. He knew that he desired her, but he would need her invitation before he could have her. Anton approached the balcony from the garden and tossed a rose upward at the beauty he had come to desire. The rose fell into her lap, startling her. Priscilla looked down from the balcony seeking the source of the rose and her eyes fell upon the most handsome young man she had ever seen. She smiled down at him and lifted the rose to her nose where she gently smelled its sweet fragrance. He turned to leave. "Don't go," she pleaded. She bent down over the balcony, revealing the globes of her milky white breasts. "Please, stay and talk to me," she continued.
Anton smiled up at her and nodded his head. "I will stay," he answered back. "Why are you so sad?" he asked. They spent the next hour talking about her problems before she announced that she was tired and wished to go to bed. Anton had no desire to rush her before he took his pleasure with her, so he willingly said good night and kissed her hand gently before leaving.
The following night, Anton was waiting for her on her balcony. He watched her change from her day clothes into her nightshirt. He marveled at the smoothness of her legs and the curve of her back. Her small nipples were perky in the cool evening air and her round breasts bounced as she walked. He felt his desire for her heightening as she blissfully went about her nightly preparations. He hid himself behind one of the glass doors to the balcony and waited for her to come out looking for him. He was not disappointed. Priscilla had hoped her handsome young admirer would return to the garden to talk with her. She was startled by Anton's sudden appearance on the balcony and nearly fell over the railing into the garden had he not caught her in time. Anton pressed a rose into Priscilla's hand. The thorns were unkind to her and caused some blood to flow. Anton could smell the blood and watched jealously as Priscilla licked it from her hand. Her sensuous tongue and blood red lips caressed the droplets of blood and she swallowed them without hesitation. Anton grabbed her bleeding hand and hungrily began to kiss away the remaining droplets. Looking into her eyes he could see that she was deeply attracted to him. He pressed his lips onto hers and kissed her deeply, longingly. She pulled away, shocked by the coolness of his lips. She allowed him to pull her back, drawn by the passion of his kiss. Priscilla could feel dampness growing between her legs and redness growing on her cheeks as she blushed from excitement. The heat of her face and the sudden rush of blood into her cheeks encouraged Anton's rising lust. A sudden knock at the door interrupted the lover's passion and sent Anton out into the night and Priscilla back into the safety of her bedroom.