First Blush

We had just gotten to our hotel suite, and Vanessa was readying herself in the bathroom. I sat on the edge of the bed nervously and tapped my fingers on the blanket. I didn’t know what to expect.

I was virgin in every sense of the word, having never had physical sexual contact with another person yet. Heck, I hadn’t even held hands with a woman until Vanessa. I did it once at a fast food joint after our shared meal, and by that time, I already had a few gray hairs.

So you can understand my sense that I was a bit behind the times, and was worried I would come across as clumsy or otherwise embarrass myself now that this moment I had desired for years and years was a reality, and I was a husband.

As for her, even though she was a little bit younger than me, she was decidedly more confident and mature when it came to relationships. She had been more relaxed about things than I had been growing up, and had been more popular with the boys in her youth than I had been with the girls in mine. But still, she had saved PIV intercourse for her wedding night, so that would be completely new to her as well.

As Vanessa had become very focused on our shared Christian faith a year or two before we met, by the time we got romantic with each other, we were both very cautious about what we did and tried to save as much as we could for marriage. We hadn’t even kissed each other on the lips until we were pronounced man and wife only a few hours before this story takes place. Still, I did get a few tantalizing views of quite a bit of her cleavage before marriage, like when we went swimming together, or when she’d bend over and remove my shirt and give me massages after work sometimes, and once she even let me see her in a t-shirt with no bra on underneath. So, I admit we did have some steamy moments, including her pushing her ass and rounded hips against me on one or two occasions. “Just an appetizer,” she had said.

But our steamy moments had never progressed to actual nudity or to anything that would have otherwise induced an orgasm. Kissing had been scarce, and limited to the sides of our faces, or, when we were really pushing things, each other’s necks and arms. I was nervous about what the sudden change in sexual dynamic would bring because we had waited. I had learned a lot about purity and waiting for marriage growing up in the church, but I felt abandoned in this moment, thinking to myself that they never really told me about what I was supposed to do when my wedding night finally came. It dawned on me that it wasn’t going to come naturally or spontaneously to me, which I think had been the assumption of my pastors and teachers. At any rate, I knew there would be a lot of big changes in my life and in my relationship with Vanessa, starting tonight.

Vanessa sauntered out and stood in the middle of the room as I rose to meet her. She kissed me on the lips and asked me to undress her. I was so nervous, but my shaky fingers went to work. Her gown fell, and she didn’t flinch or react, only looked at me with an expression of seduction. Her painted eyelids appeared like a sunset in the warm light of the room as she stood there in her lingerie, striking the subtlest of sensual poses. I noted the nice touch of a long pearl necklace that accentuated her cleavage, a matched a pair of pearl bracelets on her wrists, pearl earrings that graced her pink earlobes, and a golden pearl headband, which had so exquisitely corralled her coarse, caramel-chocolate waves during our wedding.

This was clearly not the first time she had shown off her body, and just her sexual confidence alone, not to mention the care taken in the presentation of herself, was nothing short of alluring. The lingerie was pleasant to look at and hugged her soft curves nicely, but the fabric was a nude buff color that just didn’t quite match her skin tone. I am the sort of person who finds humor in everything, especially in stressful situations, and I stifled a chuckle, disguising it as a cough, and didn’t mention it to her, for fear of ruining her moment.

I let my eyes explore her, walking around her slowly and taking it all in. I had seen a lot of softcore porn of the Playboy variety in my youth, and I sometimes had to see nudity of varying degrees as a result of my work, so I wasn’t uninitiated in how a female body might look. If anything, I had held a mix of excitement heading into this moment at the thought of seeing Vanessa’s larger curves undressed. I also has some apprehension about how my body would react to seeing a heavier woman in the nude, since while growing up, I had been interested almost exclusively in petite, athletic girls. Several girls came to mind: slim redheads and Japanese girls I had been interested during my college days, but whom I had not been successful in getting a date with. I tried to replace them with thoughts of Vanessa and how luscious her curves were.

I tried to stay focused on my best friend, and remember all the things that attracted me to her, from her soft voice, to her playful personality, to her sultry dancing. I also knew Vanessa had worked hard to lose weight for our wedding, and that she was trying to look her best for me, and my heart swelled with appreciation for her.

As I looked her over, I thought about how she indeed looked beautiful. Her broad hips and round ass were quite impressive, and I noticed that the flared curves spilling out from under her panties had a more tight, firm, toned look than I had expected. I turned my attention to her large breasts, still cupped in her bra. I looked at her face to gauge where she was at. Her almond-shaped, blue-gray eyes were dilated, giving them a decidedly darker appearance. Her bosom was rising and falling rapidly, and her breathing sounded a bit shallow. Her expression was one of controlled excitement, pride, hopefulness, and a bit of apprehension as she was savoring this long awaited moment: her wedding night exhibition of her body to her new husband.

I continued to walk around her and enjoy the view. At one point, as I walked behind her, I let my hand slowly caress her ass through the fabric of her panties, eliciting a slight gasp from Vanessa, before I pulled my hand back and continued to look and walk around her. I felt a sense of letdown emanating from her, as if she had silently hoped I would continue to caress and grope her luscious curves. The irony struck me that, while I was enjoying the view, and I could do anything I wanted, I was really starting to feel my own courage evaporating. I figured my clothes would be coming off at some point too, and I couldn’t escape the thought that she had never seen me naked. To my knowledge, nowoman had ever seen me naked, and I began to worry about how I might compare to what Vanessa had seen in her past.

As my anxious thoughts overwhelmed me, I sensed her mood slowly begin to shift with the passing seconds. Her face took on an expression of slight confusion and worry at my lack of action. “Um, you know you can touch anything you want…take off anything you want?” she said slowly with a wave of her hands over her body, a hint of suggestion mixed with bewilderment growing in her voice. After a pause, she added, “When I was in high school and college, my dates were always trying to get under my clothes. If a boyfriend ever got this far with me, it was like he was a kid in a toy store. And the girls? They were even worse! I can’t even tell you how many times they were always poking and grabbing at these—” she gestured dramatically to her breasts “—just to see if they were real.”

There was a tense silence of several seconds before she spoke again, a hint of apprehension straining her voice. “I thought men loved big boobs. Have I lost my touch or something?” she asked incredulously.

“Oh, no” I replied, reaching nervously to unclasp her bra, which I did clumsily, having never dealt with one before. She helped my shaky fingers, and the bra fell away from her large, fleshy bosom like a rocket discarding its boosters. I let out a muttered curse word at the sight; they were indeed impressive. Most stunning to me were her large, round areolas. They were bigger and bolder than most of the ones I had ever seen in softcore porn, so I immediately knew they were unusually large. For reference, I eventually measured the diameter of Vanessa’s areolas, and they are between 4 and 5 inches across, the right one slightly larger than the left. As I just stood there, Vanessa, still looking at me, finally took matters into her own hands—literally—and began rubbing and massaging her large breasts in front of me. Her face expressed a mix of arousal and worry as her eyes began to close.

After I had watched her for about thirty seconds, she slowly dropped her hands and opened her eyes, searching mine in bewilderment and concern. “The last time a guy saw me doing this, he got so turned-on that he came hands-free. Am I just not appealing to you? Have I put on too much weight these last few years?” she asked with a sorrowful tone. She reached for my hands and pressed them squarely onto her breasts as if begging them for reassurance.

“No, Baby Girl!” I said nervously before adding, “I suppose some men just need a bit of a nudge.” I had never touched a boob before, unless you count nursing as a small child. I didn’t really know what to do with them, as I had never watched pornography depicting sexual encounters, and I had been fairly sheltered growing up. This wasn’t coming to me as naturally as I had thought it would.

So I tried to repeat the motions which Vanessa had just demonstrated, while I took over gently massaging her creamy, pendulous orbs of flesh. They felt soft, but firm at the same time. The way the large breasts moved around under the motions of my hands reminded me vaguely of the motions of a water bed, but not quite.

At one point, as I was running my fingers down her chest, I noticed her breathing getting heavier and deeper, and her heart rate increasing. Her face flushed a little bit, and there was a definite sheen of sweat on her forehead. I knew she was getting aroused, and I felt a surge of excitement myself. But I also felt a bit awkward, as if I was doing something that I wasn't supposed to be doing.

As I continued to explore her body, I began to feel a growing sense of intimacy with her. Her touch was gentle, yet passionate, and her scent was intoxicating. I realized that I was falling in love with her, and that this moment was the beginning of something truly special.

Suddenly, she grabbed my hand and pulled me closer, whispering in my ear, "Don't stop now, John. Don't you want to take me all the way?" Her breath was hot on my neck, and her eyes were full of desire.

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded, unable to resist her pull. We moved in closer, and her lips met mine in a passionate kiss. The world around us faded away, and there was only the two of us, lost in each other's arms.

As we continued to make love, we explored every inch of each other's bodies. We caressed, massaged, and rubbed each other until we were breathless. We didn't stop until we were completely spent, our bodies intertwined in a tangled mess of pleasure and exhaustion.

When it was over, we lay side by side, panting and smiling. We had finally done it, and we had done it together. We had overcome our inhibitions and embraced our desires, and we had created a memory that we would cherish forever. It was the beginning of our happily ever after, and we knew that we would never forget this night.

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