There was nothing to be ashamed of. He was a sight for sour eyes. And Sofia was unconsciously taking it all in. Not a beautiful detail missing.
Never taking her eyes off, she began exploring what the world had to offer. At one point, her eyes came in contact with a sight that left her blushing. A body part that had become one with her just a few hours ago. Standing tall, wide, and proud.
Realizing where her vision had taken root, she quickly averted her eyes. Face turning no different from any scarlet red apple available in the castle. Sofia's hold on the comforter tightened. Not wanting to be caught in the act red handed, she called out in panic "Could you... please... cover up?"
Looking at the back of Sofia's golden head, Vincent could only shake his head while a smile broke out on his face. He loved how Sofia got shy as she realized her ogling. It was a very nice feeling. His love appreciated his body. Overdosing on a new substance is never good, even if it was just his n.a.k.e.d body.
He made his way to the walk in closet and changed into a pair of pants and a white shirt. Not wanting to be away from his love, he left the shirt buttons open. During the whole process of changing, his eyes never left her. Her every moment captured. Not a single strand of loose hair could go unnoticed.
Sofia had her head turned away from the view, but his steps were still ringing in her ears. At first the sound fading into silence. As it had just began, it had come to an abrupt stop. The silence as if a fleeting dream of hers. His footsteps getting louder and louder.
He was coming back towards her. But this time it was as if no other sound was present, her heartbeat drumming faster the closer he became. Thumb...
(Step) Thumb...
(Step) Thumb Thumb...
(Step) Thumb Thumb Thumb Thumb...
(Step) Thumb Thumb Thumb Thumb Thumb...
(____) ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... .....
Suddenly it was dead silent. Even her heart skipped a beats due to the sudden pin drop silence in the room.
While trying to listen for any possible sounds to indicate Vincent's current position relative to her, Sofia suddenly attracted by something on her head moved forward. The only thing stopping her from face planting onto the mattress were her hands. The same hands that were holding onto her chastity seconds ago.
The minute the object hit Sofia, her vision blurred. it was as if a translucent white Vail had covered her eyes. She could see but only the vage bright light passing through the piece of cloth hanging over her head.
Stabilizing her body on one hand, Sofia reached out with the other to remove the cloth covering her face. the material was soft, and had slid over smoothly with only the slightest of pulls. Looking at the clothing in her grasp, Sofia discovered what it was.
It was none other than a white formal button up shirt of Vincent's. As her hold tightened on the soft piece of clothing, Vincent's voice rang in her ear "You can put this on....." Turning away from her hand to look at Vincent behind her, he continued "I don't think you would feel comfortable with me being here.... in your.... current.... state... of undress...."
Having said his piece, Vincent maneuvered his head to the side, giving Sofia enough privacy to change with a peaceful mind.
Pulling the shirt over her head quickly, Sofia had covered her n.a.k.e.dness from Vincent's direct view. A s.e.xy view was replied by an even more seductive one. The Shirt had covered her till just below where her curves ended and her long legs began. But what she had not noticed was the amount of coverage the shirt had actually provided her.
Sure she was covered up, but Vincent was still able to see the outline of her body through the material as light passed through. And that in itself was a delight. Men were weird like that. They liked full n.a.k.e.dness, but they liked semi n.a.k.e.dness even more. It invoked their imaginations.
As she got covered, Sofia voiced out a quick "Thank you" in Vincent's direction, before making her way to the edge of the bed, and slowly descended onto the cold hardwood floor.
The minute her feet touched the ground and her whole body weight was off the bed, her feet buckled.
One minute she was on the bed, the next on her knees.
There was nothing to be ashamed of. He was a sight for sour eyes. And Sofia was unconsciously taking it all in. Not a beautiful detail missing.
Never taking her eyes off, she began exploring what the world had to offer. At one point, her eyes came in contact with a sight that left her blushing. A body part that had become one with her just a few hours ago. Standing tall, wide, and proud.
Realizing where her vision had taken root, she quickly averted her eyes. Face turning no different from any scarlet red apple available in the castle. Sofia's hold on the comforter tightened. Not wanting to be caught in the act red handed, she called out in panic "Could you... please... cover up?"
Looking at the back of Sofia's golden head, Vincent could only shake his head while a smile broke out on his face. He loved how Sofia got shy as she realized her ogling. It was a very nice feeling. His love appreciated his body. Overdosing on a new substance is never good, even if it was just his n.a.k.e.d body.
He made his way to the walk in closet and changed into a pair of pants and a white shirt. Not wanting to be away from his love, he left the shirt buttons open. During the whole process of changing, his eyes never left her. Her every moment captured. Not a single strand of loose hair could go unnoticed.
Sofia had her head turned away from the view, but his steps were still ringing in her ears. At first the sound fading into silence. As it had just began, it had come to an abrupt stop. The silence as if a fleeting dream of hers. His footsteps getting louder and louder.
He was coming back towards her. But this time it was as if no other sound was present, her heartbeat drumming faster the closer he became. Thumb...
(Step) Thumb...
(Step) Thumb Thumb...
(Step) Thumb Thumb Thumb Thumb...
(Step) Thumb Thumb Thumb Thumb Thumb...
(____) ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... .....
Suddenly it was dead silent. Even her heart skipped a beats due to the sudden pin drop silence in the room.
While trying to listen for any possible sounds to indicate Vincent's current position relative to her, Sofia suddenly attracted by something on her head moved forward. The only thing stopping her from face planting onto the mattress were her hands. The same hands that were holding onto her chastity seconds ago.
The minute the object hit Sofia, her vision blurred. it was as if a translucent white Vail had covered her eyes. She could see but only the vage bright light passing through the piece of cloth hanging over her head.
Stabilizing her body on one hand, Sofia reached out with the other to remove the cloth covering her face. the material was soft, and had slid over smoothly with only the slightest of pulls. Looking at the clothing in her grasp, Sofia discovered what it was.
It was none other than a white formal button up shirt of Vincent's. As her hold tightened on the soft piece of clothing, Vincent's voice rang in her ear "You can put this on....." Turning away from her hand to look at Vincent behind her, he continued "I don't think you would feel comfortable with me being here.... in your.... current.... state... of undress...."
Having said his piece, Vincent maneuvered his head to the side, giving Sofia enough privacy to change with a peaceful mind.
Pulling the shirt over her head quickly, Sofia had covered her n.a.k.e.dness from Vincent's direct view. A s.e.xy view was replied by an even more seductive one. The Shirt had covered her till just below where her curves ended and her long legs began. But what she had not noticed was the amount of coverage the shirt had actually provided her.
Sure she was covered up, but Vincent was still able to see the outline of her body through the material as light passed through. And that in itself was a delight. Men were weird like that. They liked full n.a.k.e.dness, but they liked semi n.a.k.e.dness even more. It invoked their imaginations.
As she got covered, Sofia voiced out a quick "Thank you" in Vincent's direction, before making her way to the edge of the bed, and slowly descended onto the cold hardwood floor.
The minute her feet touched the ground and her whole body weight was off the bed, her feet buckled.
One minute she was on the bed, the next on her knees.
