The bachelorette party is the last straw, as they say. It’s irritating but I’m happy with what I have. After all, I’m going to marry the love of my life in a few days – can it get any better? We’ve been together since I, a naive freshman, was seduced by his trained mind, very masculine looks, and of course, his experience. There was one problem though – my friends had their own opinions. You should understand why they like to jokingly call me Miss Monogamy. Especially since my fiancé is really happy with this relationship model. But this is not enough for my friends and they still try to change my attitude once in a while.
Which is why I wasn’t at all surprised when my party was in full swing when a brazenly sexy guy in military uniform knocked on the door, announcing, “Good evening! Lieutenant Dick has arrived…”.
I took a deep breath and decided that, for the enjoyment of my friends, I would endure this much. After all, it’s just a striptease!
I felt uncomfortable when he picked me up and carried me to the center of the room to the already prepared chair, but the cheers of support from my friends melted all the ice. Eventually, noticing that my acting was convincing my friends, I suppressed my inner discomfort and decided to put on a real show. Of course, I didn’t think it was funny, but my loved ones were pleased that I joined this exotic dance.
As the moment of his black leather underwear slipping to the floor was clearly approaching, I braced myself not to show my dismay, but…
My older bridesmaid turned down the music and solemnly announced that the party was over. I jumped out of my chair with joy, but was immediately disappointed because the words: “We paid for the whole night. Don’t worry, he’s a professional.”
***
I took another deep breath to calm myself down and started to let my friends out, hoping to somehow negotiate with Lieutenant Dick so that the evening would end without casualties. While the guests rushed home, he wasn’t wasting time – I felt the smell of incense, soft romantic music… Professional – you can’t call it anything else.
But there are limits to everything, and I wasn’t going to break my norms. Unfortunately, when I approached him and searched for the most suitable words, I had to admit to myself that I wanted to submit to him even without a uniform – his face had so much seriousness and devilish charm at the same time.
“Lieutenant…” I whispered under my nose, but he just put a finger to my lips, “Shh… I’m just doing my job.”
Part of me resisted, but the other part was eager to know what would happen next.
Apparently, looking at me to the depths of my soul, he ran his fingers over my cheek, stroked my hair: “Don’t be afraid, there won’t be anything you won’t like.” – and of course, as a simple soldier, I believed the commander’s words. When I finally smiled, he picked me up in his arms and carried me into the bedroom like I was getting ready for my first time.
I know what it’s like to be carried, but it still surprised me – I didn’t recognize my bedroom. I had already smelled incense before, but I would not have imagined such an abundance of candles. In the warm, glowing light, everything looked mystical, and the silky blood-red bedding that replaced my usual floral cotton bed set made me believe that magical things were indeed going to happen here. If until now everything was just a fun game, now I could no longer hide my excitement – the environment warmed my feelings.
***
He gently placed me on the bed, looking at me again and reassuringly with his trusting gaze, and slowly, overcoming my timid resistance, began to undress me. He didn’t have to suffer long: the short skirt instantly slipped over my bare legs, and after a couple of unexpected touches in the waist area, I raised my hands in capitulation and he took off my shirt. I could only be glad that underwear was not on the list of clothes he wanted to rid me of.
With my red lace, I perfectly matched the bedroom arrangement he made – he noticed it and I received a compliment on the excellent choice. I only smiled shyly in response, remembering how long it took my friends to convince me to dress up like this. Before I could answer, I felt a hot, muscular body next to me. Leaning gracefully, he looked me straight in the eyes, not so belligerent anymore, but still damn charming and defiant. Meanwhile, his soft fingertips ran innocently along the edges of my underwear. I couldn’t believe that I was so hot from the hands of a strange man, but it was probably the knowledge that I tasted the forbidden fruit that only turned me on even more.
When my rising panting revealed that the first barriers had been broken, he asserted his superiority. Firm hands rested on my electrified skin and plump lips continued to casually slide past my ears as he hummed unmistakable compliments to me.
It’s hard to resist when someone caresses your body and your self-love at the same time, so my mind was still alive and I realized the banality of such lovemaking.
Unfortunately, the body reacted on its own and I even managed to sweat from shame when suddenly, as if by accident, his hand was on my panties, which were already quite wet.
It didn’t bother him at all, quite the opposite, he knew he was going in the right direction and right now it was ‘down’ as my panties slipped down and soon my bra too. At first, I tried to cover myself with my hands and the corner of the blanket, but it was useless to resist. My hands quickly replaced his lips. Kisses were everywhere and my stubbornness to resist finally faded away completely. I was just swimming in a sea of new sensations.
***
I was so engrossed in his caresses that I missed the moment when he had already settled between my legs. Here he used the same tactic again: innocent touches, lots of soft kisses, a few playful bites… And then his lips landed down there…
I was surprised but quickly sank back into the silky sheets, my disapproval only silenced by a few vigorous flicks ofhis tongue.
Maybe I had held back too long, but during the chaos of a wedding I rarely experienced such unconditional closeness. I have no doubt that it was my famous moans that escaped my closed lips that fired up his warlike spirit. Once again I had to admit that he is a real warrior, because he very skillfully left the fatal weapon at the end: as soon as his big fingers, easily penetrating me, turned several times, catching the G-spot, I lost my restraint and, grabbing the blanket, enjoyed a heavenly orgasm.
***
When I finally caught my breath and opened my eyes, I saw that cheeky man grinning mischievously. I also smiled involuntarily. Apparently, noticing my powerlessness, he was preparing for the operation “Orgasm No. 2”. He snuggled even tighter and I turned my back on him. I could already guess why his nickname was “Dick”.
The second time, in a familiar way, everything happened a little faster, and my body reacted much more sensitively to the tireless caresses. The nipples, like the clitoris, seemed to be reaching towards him for attention, and their silent hopes were fully satisfied. It didn’t take long for me to squeeze my thighs hard again, summoning the highest, while Lt. Dick stroked my trembling body and breathed sensually right onto my neck.
***
When he finally stopped, I laid there completely exhausted, but his enthusiasm was undiminished. He gently made me lie down on my stomach and I was glad I was in a comfortable position to rest. But he didn’t let me sleep – kisses traveled from head to toe like never before and where I wouldn’t even expect them. Joy mingled with fatigue and invited me into the realm of fantastic dreams. I didn’t resist…
I woke up with incredible joy, and only when I saw the silk bedclothes under me, I realized that it was not a dream – on the cabinet next to the bed there was an orange slip with a phone number and a note: “Your husband is a very lucky guy!” I even laughed when I thought that I would finally be able to use the saying: “what you don’t know, it doesn’t hurt you”…