Do what ever feels good.Do what ever feels good." I smiled broadly. "That sounds perfect. But I'm such a mess. For our first time, I want it to be just right." Same said, "Honey, just remember where you are. Let's run down the hall to the dressing rooms and you can pick out just what you'd like." Now that I had decided to "do it", my mind shifted gears. "No," I demanded, " If I am going to please a man, the first step is dressing to his tastes, not mine. YOU go down the hall and find whatever you think is the sexiest outfit there and bring it to me. While you're gone, I'll redo my makeup and get ready." Sam explained that the door at the back of his office was also his living quarters. He asked if would prefer to dress there. He had a vanity, he said, and a small bath off that. I thought that really felt more intimate. Imagine, I'll ready myself for my man in the boudoir. He would wait impatiently as I primp and make sure everything is perfect. Then I would make my grand entrance. I quickly agreed. The living quarters were neat and very masculine. All the furniture was heavy, dark wood. The was a leather couch and matching recliner in the corner. I spied the door to the bedroom, took a breath and entered. I just stood there for a moment. The decor was identical to the antechamber. Heavy, dark woods, but it seemed very comfortable and strangely homey. I looked around for a bit and then sat on the edge of the bed. And I mean the very edge. Here I was at the scene of the crime. I would surrender my virginity here on this bed! I am going to be deflowered! I realized that all these phrases from Danielle Steele seemed very trite. But, whatever gets you through the night. I heard a knock on the door. Sam had returned. "Are you decent?" he had asked. No, you idiot, I'm preparing to get screwed by a man! "Yes, please come in." Once in, he deposited the most beautiful nightgown I had ever seen on the bed. It was minty green with delicate little lace around the hem. I picked it up and felt it's silky texture. It was like heaven. The front wasn't cut terribly deep. Rather, it had flows of the green cascading down the front. |