Where it happened: Cabin on wedding night
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
Valerie and I had been dating since our freshman year of high school, but we’d known each other for a lot longer than that. Her father began pastoring the Baptist church that I’d grown up in when we were both about 7, and her family lived a short drive away. She and I had practically grown up together, had laughed and cried and shared so much other things with each other that most people in our area considered us an item way early on. I came to appreciate everything that she was: a devout Christian, a VERY beautiful girl, and someone with high morals. She was also very outgoing, including being a dedicated gymnast. That’s very important to keep in mind later on.
Graduation from high school was a bittersweet affair for us. I’d been given a scholarship to a college a thousand miles away from home, while Valerie was going to be going the opposite way from where we’d grown up. Apart from a few times a year during the next few years, we knew that we wouldn’t be seeing very much of each other, if at all. We talked about marriage. We WANTED to get married! But we’d prayed about it also, and more and more it was on our hearts that we needed to grow a bit more, each of us, before committing to that. And it went without saying between us that if God had it in His will for us to get married, we would keep ourselves pure for each other, each of us presenting a virgin body to the other on our wedding night.
It was a hot, balmy, sunny afternoon a few weeks after we graduated high school. Her parents were gone to a minister’s conference. As so many days then between graduation and college, I was seeing her as much as I could. It was just the two of us, sitting on a porch swing, with no one else anywhere nearby. She was wearing a denim skirt that came just above the knees, with a nice shirt, and a brown pair of sandals.
Look, there was no way that I was going to do anything inappropriate. We hadn’t even KISSED, believe it or not. We wanted to save that much for our wedding day too, if we ever had that. But I couldn’t deny some feelings I had for Valerie. Looking back now, I believe God gave me this desire for her, and even intensified it, so that I would have her to look forward to and be faithful to her through all the years that lay ahead of us.
“Valerie,” I said, “there’s something I’ve always wanted to tell you, but I’ve been afraid to. I thought it’d either sound really stupid, or really perverted. But there’s something I’ve wanted to experience for the longest time and it’s not what most guys would want and I’ve been dreaming of this for the longest time and don’t want to go without having this to hold close to my heart when I’m so far away from you.”
“Well, what is it?” she asked.
Valerie’s best event in gymnastics was the balance beam. And every time that I could see her compete, I was there for her. But there was something else that made me love to watch her. Whenever Valerie performed on the beam, she wore a pair of white gymnastics slippers. I don’t know if it qualifies as a fetish, but Valerie wearing those slippers looked ohhhhhh so sexy in a really wonderful feminine way. Laying awake at night, I would think of her wearing them, trying hard to fight against feelings of lust but unable to deny to myself that she did look very appealing in them. I so wanted God to let me see her wearing them someday, wearing them just for me.
I couldn’t stand it any longer. I told Valerie about how cute she looked wearing gymnastics slippers, how I’d always wanted to see her put them on for me and me alone. Very sweetly she smiles, didn’t say a word and went into the house. A few minues later she came out… wearing the slippers! She had a few pair actually, some with criss-cross straps across the top of the foot and some without. These were without it, the kind I thought the cutest.
She sat back down in the swing and stretched out her legs, letting them swing above the porch. “Jeff, I want you to look at me like this, and I want you to enjoy it. We’ll even take a picture of me like this if you like. I want you to cherish me looking like this for you, and hold it dear to your heart no matter how far apart we go. And someday, if God really wants us to get married, I will wear these for you again… on our wedding night.”
My heart was so throbbing. I looked at her beautiful face, down to her skirt and then to her bare legs wearing the white slippers. I enjoyed looking at her like this and I enjoyed her, holding each other for what may have been one of our last nights together. If I had died shortly after with nothing else happening, I would have died happy.
But of course, I have more to write about.
The first year of college was the roughest on our relationship. We both were challenged and met with some hardships. At one point toward the end of our freshman year Valerie and me had mutually broken up, both of us saying that the distance had become too much to go on. We stayed that way until the Christmas of our junior years, when we caught up with each other again. We wound up sitting next to each other in church that Sunday, then spending the next few days calling each other and spending more and more time with each other as friends during what time we had left before the semester started again. And more and more, each of us realized that we really wanted – and needed – each other, like never before. On New Year’s Eve, we chose to begin the relationship again, stronger than ever before!
A little more than a year later we graduated, and we got to attend each other’s commencements. We both returned home and I took a temporary job to fill in the time before another one promised me would open up. It gave me time (and money) to plan for the next step in our relationship. That October, with just the two of us in a part of the park that we used to go to a lot, I asked her to marry me. Valerie said yes!
We set the date for the following June, at her father’s church. And by this time, I’d all but forgotten about the promise she made me five years before. We had a beautiful ceremony, and our very first kiss ever with anyone that everyone got to see. At the reception, it came time to remove the garter. I stooped down and Valerie gently lifted the hem of her gown…
She hadn’t forgotten, at all. She was wearing white gymnastics slippers, without stockings, under her gown. The kind with the straps because they looked better with the gown, she said. “You are in for such a treat tonight!” she whispered to me.
After the sendoff, we came to a secluded cabin in the mountains that I’d rented for the next few days. She went into the bathroom to change, and I lit candles around the room, and scattered some rose petals. Then I knelt beside the bed and prayed, and thanked God for this day and everything leading up to it. So much in prayer was I that I didn’t even hear the bathroom door open or Valerie taking a seat next to me.
When I opened my eyes again, the first thing I saw was the feet of my new bride, shuffling with patient excitement, wearing a new pair of the same kind of white gymnastics slippers that had turned me on so long ago. I followed her beautiful bare legs up, to the line of a short, white satin gown, on to the spaghetti straps holding it up and then, the smiling angelic face of Valerie, red hair framing her face with a white silk ribbon in the back.
We beheld each other for several minutes, just looking at each other bathed in the soft candlelight. Then I took her in my arms, picked her up and gently lay her on the bed. How long did we hold and caress each other? We’ve no idea. We took our time. This moment had been so long coming, so long in the waiting, that we wanted to enjoy every iota of it, without rushing. I brushed her breasts, she held my now-throbbing cock in her hands and let her fingers lightly soothe it. She moaned as I stroked her vulva. Beneath the gown she wore nothing. She pulled the gown up and over, giving me unimpeded access to her vagina. Her knees bent, her still-slippered feet now on the bed. I’d told her that I would not enter her until she was ready for me… and then only when waiting became unendurable for her any longer. I would not just enter her, she would have to take me into her.
“Take me. Take me, please!” she demanded. She guided me in. Instantly I felt the most incredible ecstasy I’d ever felt in my life! This was it, all my dreams and fantasies fulfilled. I was making love to my wife, making love for the first time ever and it was to a beautifully made girl sent by God and who was letting me make love to her as she looked like, even if she wasn’t still, a gymnast.
It was so lovingly warm, the embrace around my cock. It was a warm, wet, tight softness, and she hugged and milked my cock and bathed it in a place that we had never been before… a place called love. I struggled to maintain control, and tried pumping gently in and out. A few minutes later she came, and I followed a few seconds after, my orgasm ejecting hard and intense into my beautiful wife. We lay there for a while, holding each other in the post-coital peace. I looked down the length of the bed and saw she was still wearing her gymnastics slippers… now a symbol of our love and waiting for each other, of fantasies delivered and faith rewarded.
We’ve been married for a little over a year now. We’re hoping to start having children after another year. For now though, we are enjoying every moment with each other, every bit of this life that God’s given us. And it is so wonderful that every so often, when I come home from work, or when we come back from church, my dear Valerie will be waiting at the door wearing a skirt and gymnastics slippers (she now has several pair, for different “moods” 🙂 as she invites me to enjoy her in our marriage bed.
Guys, if you haven’t done it already, wait for that right one. When you find her, tell her your fantasies, tell her you want to wait for her on your wedding night. Believe me, she will be more than willing to make ALL your little dreams come true!
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