First Love, First Kiss

When the elevator stopped, Sean led me onto another floor. We seemed to be walking down a hallway, then stopped again. I heard him fiddling with keys assuming that he was opening a door. He led me a little further into what I assumed to be a room. I heard the door shut. After the door shut behind us, he removed the blindfold.

We were in a hotel room. It was very dark at first, but Sean soon turned on the lights. All of the lights in the room were red. I stood at the beginning of a trail of roses that led to the bed. I glanced down to my feet with a huge smile on my face that I couldn’t have avoided if I tried. I noticed a pool of roses lay in the jacuzzi. A red negligee lay on the bed.

"Oh, Sean, this is beautiful."

Still hand in hand, he led me along the trail of roses until we reached the bed. He took me into his arms and gave me a long, passionate kiss. He started to undo my dress, pulling the zipper down my back. He kissed me lovingly on the neck, then my ear, then my cheek, until he returned to my lips, which he continued to kiss so softly and lovingly.

"I had this planned for weeks. This will be the first night that we spend together."

"Maybe I better call my parents, Sean. They--"

He interrupted my chatter of worries with a reassuring and calming kiss then stopped and placed a finger to my lips.

"Don’t worry. I took care of everything--everything."

As he picked me up into his arms and lay me on the bed, Sean had a serene, yet senuous, sexy, and alluring look on his face. That inviting look was the key to eradicating the momentary concerns that flocked through my mind. My immediate comfort of his undeniable security was fascinating. I wanted to relax. I wanted to continue with that magnificent vibe that caught me from the point of seeing those roses at my feet by the door.