My Bride

The spiral staircase kept winding upward to the third floor of her childhood bedroom. I was mesmerized by the sight of the backside of my new bride’s colorful sheer dress in front of me. The beautiful tulip fabric patterned with spring colors covered her buttocks as they rocked back and forth just before my eyes. Her perfume filled the narrow staircase with her womanly scent. Finally reaching the top of the staircase she opened the sticker covered teenage bedroom door. As we entered through the door’s threshold, we entered into a time warp.

M’Love had been living abroad for the last three years. Her room decor reflected a much younger teenage high school girl. Popular magazine cutouts were pasted on one wall had faded from several years of the sun from the nearby window. Her room was a small cozy A-frame slanted ceiling room on the very top floor of her parents home. The orange potbellied gas heater glowed along the far wall. Barely turned on it held at bay the slight chill in the room. Fresh, bright red tulips upheld by their long green stems were in various vases placed carefully around the room; no doubt put there by her loving mother. The small twin beds from her youth were drawn together with a warm wool blanket as a bedspread. M’Love’s beauty and intoxicating perfume held my attention. When she turned to look at me, she blushed reflecting off her creamy white face. The bulge in my pants brushed against her sweet round ass moving her dress to the side, as I tried to move around M’Love to put the suitcase on the nearby chair,

Slowly and deliberately I brushed back by again. I felt her body’s heat. She looked up at me, smiled and gave me a quick kiss. I went back down the stairs to retrieve the last of the baggage and to grab my camera equipment from the dining room. The dining room was dark so her parents must have gone to bed after the 10 o’clock news. I tiptoed back up the stairs. As I entered back into “our” room, my bride had changed into her sexy shear long white night gown. She wrapped her arms around my neck, “I have been waiting for this evening, M’Lover. Get your camera out I want to be your model for the night.” As I nervously unpacked my camera. She went over and posed leaning against her photo decorated wall. Facing the wall, she half turned, looked back at me exposing her right breast.

As I snapped her photo, she smiled saying, “You like that?” She held her firm young breast, “I got more to photograph.” Click, click, click went the camera. The bulge in my pants ached against the fabric. She pulled up her desk chair, then sat in it. She untied the front of her night gown completely. Her breasts jutted out showing her erect dark nipples. The flash softly reflected off those precious beauties as my eyes viewed my first glimpses of my new wife’s sexuality. Focused on her beauty, I watched as her head tilted backward and her beautiful brown eyes closed. The tip of her tongue circled her ruby lips. As I zoomed the lens out it was the first time, I was to witness her delicate small hands moving up and down her mound. Click, click, click as she slipped one finger, and then two between her sweet young pussy’s lips. She slid a little more forward in the chair, spreading her legs further apart. Fully aroused now she spread her curly haired pussy lips further apart. Soft finger tips were focusing their attention on the little nub guarding the entrance of her delightful pussy. Her head was moving further back, and her long hair swayed with the motion of her body caught up in the physical act of self-pleasure. Click, click, click.