Mary Swanson was a beauty of note, though up to this very day she had always hidden her body from the eyes of others, She had always worn sweater and loose fitting jeans but on Friday her boyfriend had proposed marriage and she had accepted. She had known him since junior school and they had always known that one day they would marry. They had never had any form of sexual contact other than him kissing her goodnight and that had only been a recent development. She loved him more than anything in the world; he was her soul mate. They had planned to live in the house his uncle had left him; the final papers had only been signed over the previous week. Steve had told her, now they had a place to live there was no need to wait any longer. Mary had been overjoyed and her firends had persuaded her that she needed to dress in a more sophisticated way, she needed to show off her figure. She had gone out and bought some new clothes accompanied by a couple of friends from work. They had gone into the Mall and she had been taken into shops she had never dared visit, Victoria's Secret, and classy shops that sold dresses and suits that showed off her curves. She had worn one of the outfits to church that morning and had felt daring as the close fitting dress had hugged her voluptuous form. It was the first time in her life she had realised how curvy her body was and she had been startled by the admiring glances she had received on her way to and during the church service. One thing that had struck her a being particularly unusual was that a Raven had seemed to follow her, flying from one tree to another and it had seemed to stare at her, she put the thought away as pure imagination and began to take pleasure in the admiring glances of the men, it was something new to her and she found she was enjoying being the centre of attention for the first time in her life.
One man in particular, a man she had never seen before, had been unable to take his eyes off her. He was very handsome in a strange sort of way, almost an image of her daydreams of her perfect man. His skin was tanned and his chest was like a barrel, she blushed as she had imagined the rippling muscles beneath his shirt. She pulled herself together this was no way for her to be acting, her fiancΓ©, as she would have to call him now, had had to go into work, some sort of emergency, something that had only happened a couple of times since she had known him. Try as she might, after the service, she could not seem to be able to shake off the image of the man she had caught staring at her and as she walked home through the gladded arch of trees winding its way through the secluded park leading to her home. She was suddenly aware of footsteps behind her; it was unusual as this pathway was little used. The footsteps persisted and she stole a peek over her shoulder. It was the very stranger she had seen in church and for some reason her heart began to beat faster.
She could hear him speaking softly, in a tongue she could not recognise, but as he drew nearer her heart rate seemed to increase. Involuntarily her walking pace slowed down, it was as though she was being controlled by the soft tone of the voice and its unknown language. Mary stopped and turned, the stranger was much closer now, and the words seemed like an incantation, the thought went through her mind of fairy tales from her childhood and magic spells. The stranger was perfect, the man of her dreams. When she daydreamed, this was who she had thought of, a mixture of film star, brother, father, and lover. She gasped what had made her think of 'lover' that was a word not usually in her vocabulary. She felt strangely different to anything she had experienced before, her breasts were tingling and a strange warmth began to run up from her thighs deep within her body, it was as though she was in a trance.
The stranger came up to her and took her hand, his touch was warm and friendly as he drew her off the path and into the soft grass covered area, she had not know was there. The tranquillity of the spot lured her to relax as the stranger continued muttering the lilting almost songlike incantations. The birds were singing and the soft grass with the summer flowered border seemed to make her want to sit down. The man held her hand whilst she slowly lowered herself down and she sat on the soft dry grass, strange she thought to herself as it had been raining during the service. The rain had not touched this spot and she felt so very much at ease. The stranger knelt beside her, the incantations had stopped and she felt no fear as he bent his head and gently kissed her on the lips. His hands that had been on her shoulders at the beginning of the kiss moved down and unbuttoned her jacket. His kiss was unlike any other she had ever felt, his tongue was in her mouth and her breasts tingled and the nipples had hardened inside her new racy bra. She could feel her new panties were getting wet for no reason, other than the warm feeling running up into her very core.
She stared unable to believe what was happening to her, the stranger had removed her jacket and had unbuttoned her blouse revealing her breasts covered in the flimsy material of her new bra. Her nipples were now so hard they were like pebbles and with one easy movement of his hands, the stranger had released the catch and her breasts were open to the air. Mary gave an involuntary shudder; she had never in her life revealed herself to anyone since her breasts had developed. The man pushed her down and began to kiss first one nipple then the other. Mary seemed unable to put up any resistance, as the warmth between her thighs became a fiery heat. The man's hands unzipped her skirt, her mind raced in a sense of panic, but try as she might she seemed unable to do anything to stop him. She watched as he slid the new garment down over her thighs and she was lying on the grass wearing nothing but a pair of almost transparent panties which by now were soaking wet between her legs.
Oh God, she thought, what am I doing? I feel so inflamed and what's that strange smell? Then she realised the smell was the aroma of her own desire, it was coming from her wet panties. The man stood, she stared open mouthed, as he unzipped his trousers, his underwear was bulging with the swelling within. He pulled them down and his swollen penis sprang up, it was huge, thick veined and pulsating. She stared at it as the veins rippled with the blood being pumped through the swollen flesh. A desire to kiss the head of the swollen column came into her mind, and as if in a trance, her head moved forward, her lips first kissed and then opened to take the purple crown between the open lips of her rosebud mouth. The uncontrollable urge to suck the head deeper into her mouth followed, after a short couple of sentences in that same singsong voice that had intrigued her earlier. Soon her head was bobbing up and down the hot column of flesh; she was giving head for the first time in her life and she had to admit the feeling of pleasure was divine. The man began to thrust with his hips as he began to say words she could not understand but her throat opened and the thick shaft moved deeper and she felt the phallus begin to swell as it disgorged jets of fluid down the back of her throat. She swallowed what she could but it was too much and it bubbled up into her mouth, the salty taste flooding her tongue as it spilt out of the corners of her still sucking mouth to dribble down onto her sensitive breasts. The long swollen shaft was withdrawn and she lay unable to move as if restrained by invisible ropes.
Incredulously she watched as the handsome stranger knelt between her legs, his hands reached up and slowly began to drawn down her new panties, his eyes never leaving the join of her thighs as the panties slid down revealing lips of her wet vulva. It was as though he was drinking in the sight with a gluttonous thirst. To her amazement she helped him by raising her buttocks up off the grassy knoll, she felt the garment slip over her thighs and down her calves and off her feet. She gave a cry of absolute shock and horror as his head bent forward and he smelled her aroma as if he were inhaling the sweet aroma of a bouquet of roses. Horror upon horror, he put his head closer and a shock of electricity charged through her as she felt his tongue touch the outer lips of her sex. She gave an involuntary gasp as it gently probed between them. It seemed to excite her beyond anything she had ever felt before, no one had ever been that close, she knew he could see the hair surrounding her sex, the wisps of blonde hair, and the thicker hair just above her pubis mons, where she had meant to trim so many times but had never quite got round to doing it. Now she wished she had, she felt dirty somehow, ashamed of her own body. He raised her legs and spread them wide revealing her innermost secret place to his staring gaze.