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.
Anton returned the following night to watch her evening ritual. His eyes never strayed from her as she slowly removed her dress and carefully hung it in the closet. He watched her wiggle out of her petticoat and carefully hang it next to the dress in her closet. Priscilla carefully unhooked her stockings from their garters and gently rolled them down her legs. Anton found himself wishing that her were the one removing her garb, gently caressing those legs as the silk stockings were gently rolled down each perfectly shaped thigh and calf. He watched her lay herself out on her bed and carefully remove her corset. Anton wondered if her mother helped her put it on in the mornings, but her figure was so lithe that he doubted she really needed the garment for more than holding up her stockings. Priscilla carefully pulled off her remaining garment and went to the mirror to admire her young figure. She slowly drew her hands up from her hips to her waist and then all the way up to her breasts. She carefully cupped each breast and brought the nipple up to her mouth where she kissed each one. She carefully slid her thumb and forefinger out to the nipple of each breast and pinched them gently. She pulled her nipples out away from her body and playfully released them watching her firm young breasts bounce.
Suddenly she turned toward the window where Anton was watching her and quickly grabbed her nightshirt and covered her nakedness with it. She ran to the window and quickly opened it. Finding Anton waiting there for her, she quickly pulled him inside her room and covered him with passionate kisses. "Please, tell me that you missed me" she begged of him. Anton responded by picking up the young woman in his arms and laying her down on her bed. Anton bent down over Priscilla and gently kissed her neck. Her scent tempted him, but he resisted. "You have no idea just how much" he whispered. Kneeling over her he revealed his throbbing manhood and placed it near her ruby lips. "Kiss it," he commanded and she did. She was so intrigued by the scent that she began to lick it and then took it within her mouth. Priscilla began to massage his hard cock with her lips and tongue, occasionally tasting his sweet fluid as it oozed from the tip of his rod. Anton's own moans of pleasure spurred her on as she continued to suck on his throbbing organ. She was startled by the force of his spray as it coated her throat and by the warmth of his juices as she swallowed them. He removed his still hard cock from her throat and kissed her again. "I have to leave you now, my lovely. It may be a few days before I see you again."
Priscilla welcomed Master Long into the house as he arrived for breakfast. Her father had invited him that morning to finalize the arrangements regarding their marriage. Master Long escorted her to the table where Priscilla ate her breakfast hungrily, asking for seconds of everything. As she sat digesting her morning meal and listening to the conversation between her father and Master Long, her thoughts drifted to her passionate encounter the evening before and she sat there smiling as her father completed the final arrangements for her marriage. Master Long would arrange for a carriage to bring the young woman to his mansion where the wedding would take place in front of the local magistrate that evening. He was certain that his son would take great pleasure in the arrangements that he had made on his behalf. Priscilla's jaw dropped at the mention of his son; she had not considered the possibility that she was intended for anyone other than the old coot who had been visiting her house over the past few days. "Your son?" she stammered. Master Long nodded, "we will see you this evening, any white gown will do." Priscilla had not expected her wedding to take place so soon. She wondered if her handsome lover would find her after her marriage or if he had chosen to abandon her.
