Our legs draped over one another, making our way through a bottle of wine, we talked about some of our more elaborate fantasies. She told me of how she wanted her virginity taken. She has some very specific instructions, and I was all in.
I thought it was so special and flattering that this woman, so sure of herself and her sexuality, had chosen me as the person she wanted to take her virginity, as if it were the first time. Far from teenagers, it meant more than just some horny teenagers incapable of resisting their urges in less than idea situations.
We were both far from virgins, so to recreate what would be her first time, and turn it into something so much more was an ecstatic opportunity.
I quickly set the motions into place and gave her a date. She didn’t want any information beforehand, as long as I could make it happen. I knew I could. I never had someone request anything like this before, and it quickly became apparent to me, fulfilling elaborate fantasies was a forte of mine, and incredibly fun to plan out.
My first task was to find a cabin with a fireplace in the mountains. This was the start of summer, which meant availability and price were on my side. I found a place in the Sierra Nevada Mountains that met all of her fantasy requirements and then some.
The outside had the appearance of logs, and inside recently redone to look a bit more modern. The room had a big gas fireplace and round spa-tub that could fit four tightly. There was a walk-in shower, and bed big enough for both of us to stretch.
With a room booked, I moved onto my next big task. Finding a bear skin rug. I ended up finding a faux bear skin in black. I wasn’t sure how doable a real one would be, which turned out to be nigh impossible on short notice. Even the faux options were a bit expensive for anything that looked realistic. I ended up with a happy medium. It arrived a few days before the trip, so I had time to air it out and get it ready fluffed.
I had packed LED candles – mostly to be responsible and not set off fire alarms mid-coitus. I brought along a bag full of red rose petals I pilfered from my garden the morning we left. Reservations were made at a white-linen restaurant.
I picked my virgin up from her home after work, and we set off into the mountains. An uneventful drive, with bits of teasing and anticipation starting to build.
We checked into the room and there was a towel swan waiting for us atop the bed, along with some chocolates. I smiled to myself. She went to the bathroom to get ready and I swiftly began unpacking my supplies. I moved the swan to the hot tub, and threw the bear skin rug atop the bed, head facing the foot so she’d see it upon exiting the bathroom.
I pulled rose petals out of the bag and sprinkled them all over the bed, across the white bathtub, and along the ground, creating a pathway from doorway, to bed, to bathroom.
I placed the candles on each night stand and around the bathtub. And then my first hiccup – I forgot batteries. Oops. Through the door, I said we needed to stop at the store on our way to the restaurant. Problem easily solved.
A bottle of wine and glasses was produced, opened, and poured. I knocked on the door and it opened, revealing my virgin in the most elegant of attire. A black dress and with gold accents adorned her shoulders, revealing just the tiniest amount of skin, enough to tease and make one want for more. I ran my hand across the side of her ribs down to her thighs, handing her a glass of wine with the other.
The next hiccup – I forgot pants, I only had on my shorts from driving, but forgot my dinner pants back home with the batteries. I was left with a long sleeved shirt, casual shorts, and flip-flops. I wasn’t going to be able to solve this one, but at least my virgin was more than understanding and overlooked this. I turned the fire on low so it would be ready for our return.
We left for the restaurant and were seated in a spot overlooking the valley below, with the sunset lighting up my date’s hair and face. The view of her was extraordinary, let alone the valley below. We ordered a couple drinks, a bottle of wine, and I proceeded to get her buzzed. In between dinner and dessert, we walked outside and I took a few photos of her, where she promptly flashed me.
As we finished our meal, I dropped hints of what was to come and how she was to become a woman, and would never feel the same. The reception varied between winks and eye rolls. I talked to her like she had never had sex before, as if this was her actual first time, having no idea what the night had in store.
I pulled the key out of my pocket and slowly inserted it into the lock, staring into her eyes at the same time. As soon as the door opened, I set our belongings onto the table and pushed her back onto the bed and began kissing her. Starting from her shoulders, working my lips down her arm, back up, and to the other arm.
One hand slowly rubbed her neck, knowing how wild it would drive her, while my free hand worked on undoing her clothing. One clasp undone at a time, until we both became too impatient and took a break to rip our clothes off swiftly. We rolled around on the bear skin rug, hands gripping and grabbing at one another.
She demanded I enter her and make her feel it, hard. I ignored her request and kept teasing. All talk of virginity had gone out the window at this point and I kept to the things I was familiar with that would quickly send her over the edge, over and over rolling through orgasms. I pushed my way all the way into her with ease from her excitement and dripping wetness.
I pulled her body up towards me, so our heads were both in the air and she could take in her surroundings while I pulsated inside of her, matching her moans and whimpers. We fell to the bed and lay intertwined tightly, breathing heavily.
After a moment had passed we decided to fill the hot tub and enjoy the wine I had brought. Rose pedals were stuck all over her body, leaving tiny marks of red. I peeled them off one by one while letting my eyes gaze over her body in lust.
We grabbed our glasses, the bottle, and settled into the hot tub. We talked of our days, sipping on wine by candlelight, while our juices floated around us and our feet teased one another, well into the early hours of the morning.
My instructions were to take her virginity on a bear skin rug in a cabin with a fireplace. The rest was all extra. I was quite pleased with myself that she didn’t think I’d even come close to making all of that happen at once, let alone all the extra things I was able to bring together. I asked for her next fantasy to turn into reality.