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CHAPTER 23: THE WEDDING NIGHT GIFT

Amid all our talking over each other about what we had just experienced together, yet again, someone heard a raw vibration from the coffee table glass surface. It froze our attentions on the several cell phones discarded there before the evening’s activities began.

After sorting through them, Hein determined it was his. He put it to his ear and listened quietly for a moment, then, “Celine! Hi, wonderful to hear you. Wait just a moment, the whole group is here. Let me put you on speaker.” He pressed another button, then put the phone back on the table in front of us. Those at the edges of the room moved closer.

“The whole group together in one spot at this time of night? Was any drinking involved?”

Chris laughed, “Of course. But not too much. We like to keep ourselves … fully aware of our senses.” It caused Sharon and me to giggle. So, there might have been a little more alcohol involved.

She hesitated on the other end, then came back, “So I understand … you are all together, alcohol being consumed … are clothes involved?”

I laughed and leaned in closer, “Oh, Celine, you should know better than that!” We all laughed, including her.

“I love it. You guys are wonderful. And, that is kind of the reason for my call. Ruben and I have a proposition for you to consider. Interested in hearing about it?”

Hein and I got closer to the phone. He answered after I gave him the cursory nod, “Always. We’ve been hoping one of you would come up with something soon.”

She laughed, “I know, we have probably been taking advantage of you guys. We are working on something, I assure you. This, though, is personal, not the group thing …”

* * * * *

It was that phone call that had me standing in a luxurious room near the top of nhow Rotterdam Hotel on the 38th floor. I was standing at the wall of windows overlooking the Nieuwe Maas channel with the major downtown area of Rotterdam on the other side. Below and to my left was the Holland America cruise line terminal. Both the sitting area and bedroom of the suite had full floor to ceiling windows overlooking the water and city beyond. I was dressed in the outfit Celine had provided for me. I was waiting.

While I did wait, I continued to marvel at the structure and location. This is the hotel that, if you have ever seen a picture of it, shifts to the side halfway up. Architecturally and structurally it is a magnificent building. And the outside is glass, as testified by the suite I am occupying.

Of course, I also had to marvel at what I was doing in this suite … waiting. The outfit Celine had for me was black and very intentionally it was black. Black lace bra so low cut it barely covered my nipples with thin straps and only one clasp in back. On me, it wasn’t intended to provide much support. Below I was wearing a black lace thong, also with thin strips around my waist and between my cheeks in back. Black sheer stockings held up with a black lace garter belt completed the outfit, except for the black pearl necklace and earrings. My black high heels were by the door … in case.

Celine didn’t go into all the gory details of the situation, just enough for all of us to understand the reasons behind what was happening. Her nephew, Gerrit, was marrying the young woman he had grown up with at the same the church, Mari. They were both from conservative, religious families that were very involved in the same church. When they went to college, they were put into same-sex colleges close to home so they continued to live with their parents. They continued to see each other through college and, in fact, the families encouraged their relationship. Both families saw in them ‘a good Christian couple’. When their relationship in their senior years became serious to the point that they wanted to announce their desire to marry after graduation, they also recognized in themselves a curiosity about the wider world of adulthood and independence that had been kept away from them. When their engagement was set and they planned for the wedding and thought about their lives together as adults away from the confines of their family, new thoughts and questions increasingly came into their minds. That was when Celine came into their relationship more fully.

Gerrit had always been fond of Celine and Ruben. They were considered the ‘wild ones’ of the family, the black sheep. First Gerrit, then both of them together, came to Celine with their new thoughts and questions about being couples and adults in the larger world. Celine respected the families’ beliefs, she just didn’t agree with them. The beliefs included very restrictive ideas about the woman’s role in the relationship and in the participation of sex. Women were basically for raising and caring for the family. Sex was for creating babies and certainly not simply for pleasure. Obviously, Celine did not live by those thoughts and delicately presented alternative views to that of their church, including a thoughtful application of the Bible. It wasn’t that Celine didn’t have faith, she simply had a wider, far more tolerant view of it in the secular world.

As the wedding day approached, both Gerrit and Mari separately expressed their fears about the wedding night and their intimate relationship beyond it. Their questions came from an increasing desire to experience life and love fully within the privacy of their marriage. Through Celine, they came to understand the power that a healthy acceptance of the pleasures and intimacy their bodies can experience and share with the one you love. But, their complete and utter ignorance and isolation from any such experience left them with feelings of intimidation, awkwardness, and apprehension. Celine counseled them to relax and experiment together; to freely and openly give themselves to each other; and, to focus their love on the other person. That whatever they did, with whatever awkwardness and fumbling, if they did it with a focus on the other person’s experience and pleasure, they would grow as a couple.

She had another thought, however. It was radical and daring, but she thought the young couple might have convinced themselves to be open to and trusting of her ideas and suggestions. Their discussions and sharing of concerns and recommendations had become that open and honest. She came up with the idea of me.

After my agreement, she created an elaborately embossed card that offered a daring alternative to the first-time wedding night experience. For the benefit of the families, she and Ruben gave the couple a traditional wedding gift piled on the table with all the others. But, during the reception happening well below in this same hotel, she would privately hand them the card while referring to their many private conversations and suggest they open it to consider what it offers.

The front of the card boldly stated, “A WEDDING NIGHT GIFT”. Inside it expressed her hopes for a loving and pleasurable life together, the start of which could begin through an erotic and loving evening of discovery and experience together. Their suite was next door to mine with an adjoining door capable of expanding either suite into a shared enlarged suite. She explained my presence on the other side of that door, assuring them of my caring and gentle manner, but also of my experience with matters of sexual pleasure. She presented me not as someone who would physically participate, but as someone who could effectively guide and encourage their first-time. She said, the offer was open until midnight, at which time I would canlı bahis leave if they chose not to accept. That was stated at my request to provide them with a sense that I would not be on the other side of the door during the night if they chose not to.

And so, I waited. The reception was scheduled to end at 10:00 PM. They were leaving by train the next afternoon for the south of France for their honeymoon. I checked the clock on the desk of the sitting room to find it already 10:21. There would be people and family to thank and say goodbye to. Then, their decision. It was still early. So, I waited. I stood at the window in the lingerie and sipped champagne provided by Celine. Another bottle awaited them in the next suite. While gazing out over the channel to the city lights beyond, I caught my reflection in the window. I appraised what I saw. I was obviously very familiar and comfortable with the image of myself in only lingerie or nearly naked. So, I found my focus moving to my face and eyes. What was going to happen? What was I going to do when, if, they accepted? So many experiences with others, but virtually none of it with virgins. Was I ready to be responsible for their first experience?

In the midst of those unfamiliar self-doubts, came a knock at the adjoining door.

I stepped across the room to the door joining the two suites. There were two doors, each needing to be opened from each suite to allow passage between them. I slipped into my high heels, took a final sip from the glass and placed it on the counter nearby, took a final deep breath and opened the door.

“Oh, my God!”

It was an inevitable reaction. I stood just inside my suite nearly naked, dressed only in black lingerie. The young newlyweds stood just inside their suite still dressed in their wedding outfits. Her wedding gown was beautiful and it appeared the only thing she removed was the veil. His tuxedo was excellently tailored, the jacket unbuttoned, but his tie still securely at his throat. Both were in white, a striking contrast to me.

I stepped over the threshold and took the bride into my arms. I hugged her and kissed her cheek, “Mari, you are a stunningly beautiful bride. Congratulations.”

Her face continued to reflect shock as I stepped past her to also take Garrit into my arms, “And such a handsome groom you make, Garrit.”

When I released Garrit, they both seemed to retreat a few steps further in their suite as if to find some safety further inside. I didn’t pursue them any further, however. I stood at the doorway in my underwear and gave them a moment. They had followed through on Celine’s invitation but the reality was perhaps more of a surprise than what they were expecting. Perhaps they were expecting a matronly woman to provide descriptions of what they might expect from this singularly significant night. I certainly was not that.

It took more than just a moment for them to gather their collective wits about them for a conversation. I suppose, in retrospect, it might have been better for me to be more fully dressed at first, but I was following Celine’s instructions. They got over their initial shock of seeing me dressed like I was and we did move into the discussion that was required. I was to learn that neither of them had ever seen such an outfit. But, after getting a grip on their surprise, they quickly agreed that they knocked on the door because they wanted to explore what a healthy sex life had to offer them now that they were married.

I looked past Garrit and saw on the desk clock that it was nearly 11:00 PM. It hadn’t taken them long to make up their minds to pursue Celine’s offer.

I took both of their hands in mine, “I was following your Aunt Celine’s instructions. I am sorry if it was something of a shock. I think, though, given what will be happening that this attire is quite appropriate, don’t you?”

Garrit managed a laugh and that released Mari to join him. She looked at me intently, appraising my body and attire. “You are beautiful and sexy, Laura. And you seem so comfortable dressed like that. Celine said you enjoyed sex. It seems to ooze from your body.”

She then blushed profusely and her white wedding dress highlighted it that much more. I smiled, “I do … I do enjoy sex and I am very comfortable like this. To be honest, at home I don’t usually wear this much.” Her mouth dropped open, again. But, she recovered much faster this time and giggled.

I asked if they were ready and if they were going to be able to trust in what I had them do. Mari turned to Garrit, holding his hands in hers. She looked up at him and nodded her head. He leaned into her and kissed her tentatively on the lips. I wondered how much bodily contact they had up to this time. I was beginning to think there hadn’t been very much. But, he squeezed her hands, looked past Mari to me and nodded his head. “We will trust you, Laura. Aunt Celine said we should and we wouldn’t be sorry. I trust her.”

I smiled. I put my hands on Mari’s shoulders and turned her away from Garrit. I led her into my suite, but turned at the door, just before closing it, to tell him to open the champagne and pour three glasses. I then closed the door.

I retrieved my glass and poured another glass for Mari. She confessed that she hasn’t had much alcohol, some beer only. I held the glass out to her and she finally took it, raising it to her mouth and giggling as the bubbles rose to the surface, tickling her nose as they broke. I smiled at her, allowing her to slowly sip the drink while we moved to the windows and gazed out over the city.

She undoubtedly saw my nearly naked reflection in the glass, “Don’t you feel … funny standing in front of the window?”

I smiled at her reflection, “We are a long way up in the air and a long way from those buildings. But, even if we weren’t … no. I find exhibitionism thrilling.” She smiled back at me.

It was time to begin. I took her glass from her and placed it on the little table near the window. She watched me, her face showing something of being anxious and nervous. I smiled at her, putting my hands on shoulders and turning her around. I released the clasp at the back of her dress, then lowered the zipper. I turned her back to face me as I slid the dress off her shoulders and down her arms. At first, she clamped her arms tightly to her body, effectively stopping the dress from falling any further. I smiled and she relented, relaxing her arms and allowing the dress to fall in a puddle at her feet. I glanced at her with some surprise. She was a young woman, but her underwear was … very conservative. On all the nights to be dressed like she didn’t want to be sexy for her new husband. I was getting the feeling about what it was I was going to be working with.

She was standing in front of the window in her conservative bra and panties and I could see by her frequent glances to the window how uncomfortable she was. I took her hand and led her to my bedroom after refilling our glasses. When she walked into the bedroom, she saw laying on the bed the same lingerie I was wearing but in white. She looked at me and I nodded.

“He will love it on you.” I held up my glass to her and she accepted the offer, touching my glass and taking a rather large mouthful.

She walked to the items spread out on the bed, then turned to me, “Really? You want me to wear the same things you are? And … that will be all?” I nodded. She looked back and forth several times before apparently making up her mind when she reached behind her back and unhooked her substantial bra, then pushed down perabet giriş her panties and stockings in quick succession. Her pubic hair appeared to be naturally sparse and close to her pussy. Her breasts were firm, requiring little more support than the wispy bra before her, the nipples about the size of quarters.

I stood back to watch while sipping from my glass. The simple transformation was startling. The buildup of nerves was very apparent, however, so I reinforced her with appraising comments about her body and how she looked in the outfit, reassuring her how much he was going to like what he saw, and how right it was for her, and him, to be able to express the love physically for and with each other in the privacy of their home and lives.

When she was finished, I walked her over to the full-length mirror for her to see the full effect. The air seemed to be almost sucked out of her when she saw her image, the gasp from her was so strong. I didn’t give her too much time to wonder and question, though. I sat her down at the vanity and applied a little light makeup: liner, shadow, and lipstick. I then applied a dab of my perfume in strategic places on her body: the inner wrists, the base of her throat, the ear lobes, cleavage, behind her knees, and inner elbows. I stood her up, again. This time she just smiled and looked at me in the reflection of the mirror. She turned around and took me into her arms, “Thank you for this.” She pulled her face back and looked at me and I could see the blush spreading over her. “I’m so nervous. I want this to be good for him. What if I don’t …”

I put my finger to her lips, “He’ll be just as nervous … maybe more so. Ready?” She nodded and took a deep breath.

She slipped into her low heels and stood before the adjoining door, took another deep breath, and pulled it open.

Garrit had been standing by windows, undoubtedly nervously waiting without the benefit knowing what was happening with his new wife. When the adjoining door opened, he turned to look. Mari stepped into the room first, followed a few steps behind by me. She stopped halfway into the room. I stepped up behind her and whispered, “I told you.”

Garrit was frozen in place by the appearance of his bride. His eyes couldn’t help but travel over her body from head to toe and back up, frequently hesitating along her sensually displayed body. The attention caused her to blush even more profusely, but a shy smile appeared on her face as their eyes came into contact. She took the steps between them with a little nudging encouragement from my hand at her lower back. She stopped immediately in front of him. There couldn’t have been but inches between their bodies and their eyes remained locked.

“Is this okay, my husband?”

The smile on his face spread a little and his hands rose to slide up her arms to her shoulders. “Okay? Mari, you are so beautiful and … sexy.” His face changed to concern, “Are you okay? This is so different for us … with Aunt Celine I thought … you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

She reached up on her toes and gave him a little kiss on the lips. “Thank you, Garrit, but I want to explore this, I want to make you happy.” She kissed him a little harder, “I want this for us, Garrit. I have a confession … for a long time I have wanted to hold you, to touch you, to kiss you, to feel your body against mine, and to feel you …”

He took her into his arms, crushing her against his chest, kissing her powerfully, passionately, and allowed his arms to roam over the bare skin of her back. He broke the kiss and looked deeply into her eyes. “I have wanted that, too. But, I thought it wasn’t appropriate, I didn’t …”

She kissed him, again. After, she turned so they were both facing me. “Laura,” she glanced up at her new husband, “we want to do this bad … I mean to do this good, but we want it badly.” They both laughed.

I smiled. They were relaxing with the idea. I ventured forward with an important concept for them to remember. “Why do we have sex?”

They looked confused by the question and it felt like a question they had already received through the church. Garrit venture the answer they had been taught, “For babies, that’s the purpose of having sex, married people to make babies.”

“If that was the only reason, why is it so pleasurable?” I pressed on, “Think about that. Yes, babies can be a result of the sex, but it can’t be denied that it is pleasurable … very pleasurable, exciting, thrilling. And, it is more so when you are sharing it with someone you care deeply about.” Their hands were squeezing each other’s and the little smiles returned to their faces. “Not that long ago, I expressed to an older friend who was concerned about sex something very similar. Sex is best, healthiest, and most real when it is given in a relaxed, comfortable, and loving way. The best sex, the most enjoyable sex, is when your efforts, your interest, and focus, is not on your own pleasure but on your partner’s pleasure.” They looked at each other. I smiled at them teasingly, “So, if you are only focused on your partner’s enjoyment, what happens to your enjoyment?”

They glance at each other and simultaneously, “It’s wonderful.” Mari continues it, “If we are each intent on our partner, the pleasure we give is returned with more dedication and effect.”

I pulled Mari from Garrit and whispered into her ear what I wanted her to do. She looked up at me with some shock, questioned if she shouldn’t just go to the bed, and I shook my head. She glanced back at a puzzled Garrit, then back to me, and shrugged her shoulders before turning back to her new husband with determination. Innocence can be so sexy to watch.

I watched as she moved to her about-to-be lover standing at the window. Dressed in the same scanty outfit of the small bra, thong, garter belt and stockings, her steps showed the nerves and lingering question still hanging on in her mind. But this was what they both agreed they wanted to do. They wanted to learn how to do something both their families had spent their entire life keeping from them. Now they were married. Now they were independent adults striking off on their own. Now they were going to learn, discover, and explore, with each other and on each other.

With what confidence she could muster, she took his glass from him and set it on the end table. She stepped to his back and slid his jacket off his shoulders and down his arms, folding it over a chair. She moved around to stand in front of him, her hand sliding over his shoulder to his chest. She removed the fake bow tie, tossing it to the jacket. She stepped into him, her mouth rising to his lips and they kissed, his arms going around her, again touching bare skin that was new to him. Her hands continued their work, however, unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it off him, then pulling his undershirt up his body and over his head. She kissed him, again, then moving her lips to his cheek, chin, throat, and down onto his bare chest.

His breathing was becoming obviously ragged as she worked over his chest. He looked from the top of her head as it sank down his body to me. I smiled and nodded. He gasped when her fingers began working at his belt, then the clasp to his trousers and the zipper. She dropped down to her knees, assisting him in removing his shoes and socks. I saw his hand rest on her head as he raised one foot, then the other for her.

She looked up at his face. I had to assume there was a smile on it since his face seemed to reflect it back to her. But, when she abruptly tugged perabet güvenilir mi his trousers and underpants down his legs in one motion, he gasped. There were two gasps, though. On seeing her first erect penis, this one immediately in front of her face, she too gasped out. She stood, wrapping her arms around his neck and took his mouth with her own as if she were going to consume him. He struggled out of the tangle at his feet as she pressed her body into his, feeling his erect penis pressing into her barely covered body. Feeling it all for the first time.

They were whispering to each other. I didn’t catch it and didn’t need to. They shared another kiss before she began sinking down his body, again. She kissed down his chest and stomach. She sank to her knees and she seemed to be just looking. Her head turned to me. “Now?”

I nodded with a smile, “Yes, now, just like I talked to you.”

She didn’t look up at him. From our talk, I suspected this next thing was something she never conceived of every doing. She put her lips to the head of his erect cock … and kiss it.

Garrit shuddered, his breath held when he began anticipating what might, just might, be about to happen. His breath didn’t release, though, until it actually did happen. Then, with disbelief, but pure admiration and love, his body shook. I smiled at the response. This was only the beginning.

Soon, she had the head of his cock in her mouth. The moan coming from her, partially smothered by her mouth filled, rivaled the moan coming from him. I stepped forward and touched her shoulder. She looked up at me, remembered the signal, and stood to once again devour his mouth.

I had silently moved to the bedroom and prepared the bed by pulling the cover and top sheet to the foot of the bed and moving the champagne and glasses to the dresser surface.

After kissing him, again, she took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. They stopped at the foot of the bed and stared at it. Their bed. Their bed together.

I came up behind them, my head between theirs. I whispered into Garrit ear, but I knew Mari would also hear, just from the proximity of our heads. “Now it is your turn, Garrit.” Mari looked at him, then me and smiled. She turned to him. I stepped behind him and as quietly as I could, “Only removed her bra and panties. Leave everything else on.” He smiled. He moved to her this time. He kissed her and fumbled with the hooks at the back of her bra. It was a bit clumsy, but he finally was successful and I just felt he would be gaining experience on a regular basis from now on.

After kissing her breasts and nipples, hearing her groan and gasp at the first such touches ever by another person, he kissed his way down her body, slowly moving the thong down her thighs. They kissed, then she moved back onto to bed, watching him constantly as she moved to the center of the bed and lay on her back, her legs self-consciously closed.

He turned to me questioningly with a look of beseeching. I nodded, “Just like she did for you.”

When he turned back to her and knelt on the edge of the bed, her eyes moved from his face to his hard cock sticking out in front of him. He bent to kiss her thigh, then her other one. He continued back and forth, slowly moving up her thighs to her hip. I was pleased and happy for them. He was showing his own initiative in how to do this, thinking of the action and her response. Soon, he had moved her legs apart, simple touches to the insides, which produced action from her in response. Then, his lips finding her pussy lips, his tongue investigating her body there, the moans and groans and gasps coming from her in a continuous flow.

I saw in her eyes the need to consummate this now. Her eyes seemed to plead with me for the next and final step to take place. I merely nodded to her and using my head to indicate to Garrit that she should tell him. Her eyes closed, then opened. Her hands went to the sides of his head and she applied slight pressure up to her. He looked up at her.

“Now, Garrit. Now … I want you … please, now.”

He moved up between her legs. There was more fumbling, but penetration was achieved, penetration without pain because of her horseback riding lessons as a teenager before going to college. The deep penetration that seemed to take the breath out of both of them. I wanted to tell them to breathe, but sooner or later they would … out of necessity, if for no other reason.

The gasping, groans, moans, and exclamations seemed to be mutual and equally shared. I say seemed because I had moved out to the sitting room.

After a period of quiet, I heard some soft murmuring and decided to venture a peek around the doorway. They were lying in each other’s arms, sharing soft words and kisses. When I was spotted, they smiled … shyly and with some embarrassment, but they avoided covering up and avoiding me. I moved inside and poured new glasses of champagne, delivering the glasses to them as they sat up against the headboard, still not bothering with hiding their nudity from me or each other. I knew they were going to be okay with a life of sexual curiosity.

I sat in a chair near the foot of the bed. Garrit whispered something to Mari and she giggled, then shyly turned to me. “How did we do?” She blushed profusely after saying it.

I smiled, “You tell me. I wasn’t here, but it sounded like it was wonderful. Was it?”

Garrit kissed her free hand. “It was more wonderful than I could have dreamed it could be.”

“Why?”

“I love her so much, it was coursing through my body. I thought I might explode before she ever touched me out in the other room. It was like you said, Laura, when you focus on the other person …” Mari was nodding, her hand moving on his thigh. I watched and saw his limp penis begin moving in response. Ahhh … the benefits of youth.

I poured more champagne for them, marveling at the ease of their action now even in front of me. I stood alongside them watching their hands moving over naked skin, watching them arousing each other with touches, words, and kisses.

“I feel like I should leave you now. But, I am curious, was this helpful?”

Mari put her glass down on the side table and swung her legs over the side, came to me and pressed herself into me. She kissed my cheek and hugged me tightly. I felt my body being turned and Garrit did the same. I could feel his cock stiffening against the thin material of my thong.

He pulled back, his hands on my upper arms. Mari came up alongside him, hugging her arm around his middle. He answered, “YES! A definite, yes. We would have somehow managed, but you made it so much better for this first time.”

I took her hand and placed it on his cock, it stiffened some immediately. She giggled. I suggested a new position for their second time, cowgirl, and described it. The looks were intriguing and I knew they would. I kissed them and turned to leave them, closing the door separating the suites. Then, I saw it. I grabbed the present and returned to the bedroom just in time to see Mari sinking down over his hard cock. I surprised them, but Mari stayed on him, gently moving her body and sighing. I apologized for the intrusion but handed her the wrapped gift.

She looked at me, “We thought you were our gift.”

I laughed, “I was your gift from Celine.” She opened the package, a smile of understanding covering her face and she turned it around for Garrit to see. A hardcover copy of The Joy of Sex. “Take it along on your honeymoon.” I turned to leave, then turned back to tease them, “But, promise me you’ll leave the bedroom at least enough to see something outside …” They laughed. I paused long enough to see Mari rise up on him and drop back down, bringing deep groans from them both.

* * CHAPTER 24: A FLEMISH PASTORAL FARM – THE BEGINNING will follow * * Thanks for reading.

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