Manila Moon: A Sweet Embrace

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The whirlwind wedding had been a blur of forced smiles and polite conversation, a stark contrast to Cassandra’s teenage fantasies of extravagant celebrations. But the truth was, she'd never cared much for grand gestures. It was the thought of William, her best friend, now her husband, that truly mattered. Just a week after his arrival in Manila, amidst the lingering effects of the pandemic, he’d dropped to one knee in the municipal hall, presenting her with a velvet-flocked box containing a delicate diamond pendant. The travel restrictions had eased, allowing them to finally share a honeymoon at the farm resort in Batangas, a secluded haven far removed from the bustling city.

As they drove along the Skyway, William kept a watchful eye on the speedometer, maintaining a steady 80 kph, while Cassandra leaned against the passenger seat, enjoying the gentle breeze that whipped through the open windows, ruffling his blond hair. The bahay kubo, their assigned cottage, stood proudly on stilts, designed to capture the cooling air, with a short stair leading to a private shower area below. The traditional bamboo construction gave them the feeling of living in harmony with nature, a welcome escape from the frenetic energy of the city. They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, holding hands, savoring the peace before the inevitable heat of the evening. Cassandra’s eyes, wide and expressive, drifted up to William’s sharp features – the strong jawline, softened by surprisingly gentle lips – and a thrill shot through her, a potent mix of anticipation and excitement. She couldn't wait to explore every inch of the fit body she'd only glimpsed through his clothing during their two years of long-distance communication. They'd agreed on a mutual understanding: save the passionate intimacy for after the vows, a deliberate choice to build a solid foundation of friendship before delving into the depths of their desires.

After a leisurely lunch delivered to their bungalow, Cassandra suggested William take a shower before they settled in for the evening. Fifteen minutes later, he emerged from the shower, clad only in a crisp white undershirt and boxer briefs, his muscles defined and sculpted beneath the fabric. Cassandra licked her plump lips, captivated by his physique, a stark contrast to the nervous anticipation that churned within her. As she descended the stairs to the shower area, she carried her lingerie bag, filled with a selection of silk chemises, lace bras, and delicate garter belts, a testament to her desire to experience every facet of their new shared intimacy. She'd bought the pieces specifically for this trip, eager to see how William would react to each piece, each subtle shift in his gaze. Remembering his repeated compliments on her black clothing, she selected a tiny, black push-up bra and a matching panty, hoping to evoke a similar reaction. A thorough inspection in the mirror confirmed her choice; the outfit perfectly accentuated her slim figure, yet a nagging self-doubt lingered in her mind. Her breasts weren't overly large, and she felt her nipples, peeking through the lace, were perhaps a little too prominent. However, she pushed aside her insecurities, dried her thick ebony tresses into a neat ponytail, applied a generous amount of her favorite perfume, and finished the transformation with a smudge of crimson lipstick. A black satin robe completed her look; she felt ready, confident, and utterly vulnerable.

During their years of online courtship, William and Cassandra had deliberately avoided discussing sexual matters, preferring to nurture their connection through shared dreams, heartfelt confessions, and mutual encouragement. Cassandra, raised in a conservative Filipino household, found the topic inherently awkward and preferred to let their feelings develop organically. However, she also recognized the thrill of the unknown, the anticipation of discovering how her trusted friend would now navigate their relationship toward physical intimacy. Would he be gentle and tender, or would he be more demanding and assertive? Regardless, she anticipated enjoying the experience. A small, involuntary twitch of her lips betrayed her excitement as she ascended the stairs, closed the door behind her, and turned to face him.

“What are you smiling about?” William asked, his voice tinged with amusement.

“This place is beautiful,” she replied, her eyes scanning the lush tropical surroundings.

“You are beautiful too,” William responded, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he moved closer. He lowered his face and bestowed a quick, gentle kiss on her lips. As Cassandra wrapped her arms around his trim waist, he continued to kiss her, the passion gradually building between them. The heat from his body radiated through her thin robe, igniting a primal fire within her. She could feel her pulse quicken, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "Oh, how I love this guy," she thought, unable to resist the pull of his touch.

William pulled back slightly, hooking a finger into the belt of her robe and pulling it open, revealing her modest attire. Cassandra watched, both intrigued and slightly nervous, as he observed her with a discerning gaze. The muscles of his jaw tensed momentarily, but then he took her delicate face in his hands and brought it up to his lips once more. He let his finger trace a slow, deliberate path down the sides of her neck, to her shoulders, and beyond. As he continued, his palms moved down her arms, then her breasts, and finally to her hips. Cassandra felt a wave of heat rush through her veins, her body responding instinctively to his touch. The corners of her mouth twitched upward in anticipation as she climbed the stairs, closed the door, and turned to face him once more.

“What are you smiling about?” Will asked.

“This place is beautiful,” she replied.

“What are you smiling about?” Will asked.

“This place is beautiful,” she replied.

As William rose and walked to her, he lowered his face and bestowed a short, gentle kiss on her lips. As Cass wrapped her arms around his trim waist, he began to kiss her again, this time more passionately.

Cassandra felt the heat from his body through her thin robe and went a bit weak. “Oh, how I love this guy,” she thought.

William rose and walked to her. He lowered his face and bestowed a short, gentle kiss on her lips. As Cass wrapped her arms around his trim waist, he began to kiss her again, this time more passionately.

Cassandra felt the heat from his body through her thin robe and went a bit weak. “Oh, how I love this guy,” she thought.

William lowered his face and bestowed a short, gentle kiss on her lips. As Cass wrapped her arms around his trim waist, he began to kiss her again, this time more passionately.

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