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Surrendering to Love
It was late summer in 1950. On the third floor of the Adolphus Hotel in downtown Dallas, Thomas and Ruth found their way to a bedroom filled with soft natural light from the curtains that faced north. Within minutes the floor was littered with clothing. Soon, Thomas was poised at the edge of Ruth's sacred place. He softly asked, “Are you sure?”
Tears came into Ruth’s eyes. A 26-year-old Dallas businessman was more powerful that a 17-year-old girl from modest means. His question reflected great restraint and respect at such a moment.
She said, “Yes” with a voice that held the giddy excitement of a girl on the edge of the unknown. Then she said more solemnly, “Yes, I’m sure.” In her orthodox religious upbringing, this coupling of two humans was sacred and could never be undone.
There was a pause and a moment of silenced between them. She felt the heat of Thomas resting against her.
Thomas felt Ruth’s wetness against him and said, “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”
Ruth felt her face blush and said nothing. She felt Thomas’s breath against her face and then it happened. Slowly. Tenderly. Deliberately. His cock entered her and they were joined.
Ruth’s hands were covering her breasts, her legs slightly apart. From her throat Thomas heard a quivering sigh. Even in the dim light Thomas could see her cheeks flushed pink and thin lips forming a long "O" sound that only he could have heard.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“Oh yes,” said Ruth, her voice clear but soft.
“I love you,” Thomas whispered as his cock retreated and then reentered her, completing only its second intrusion into her virgin body.
“I love you,” she whispered as he pressed in a third time and rested there.
They were both still again. Ruth felt the warmth of love mixed with fear. She was not of Thomas’s social class. And she was naked. Her legs were now spread wide beneath him, and her arms embraced him feeling the mass and strength of him. For the first time in her seventeen years, she was wholly surrendered a man. Pushing her pelvic center upward slowly to meet him, she thought, Thomas will be mine for life. There’ll never be another.
She wondered if he would continue or if he was thinking of withdrawing and savoring the moment.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
“Are you sure,” he asked.
“Yes,” she said as her fingers caressed his lower back and pulled him into her raised center.
With Ruth’s second yes, Thomas began again in slow and methodical rhythm.
As Ruth swayed gently under his repeated entries and exits, she imagined herself as his wife making love to her husband as married couples do. She wondered what it would be like to live a life of luxury and plenty while raising children emersed in unlimited opportunities. She knew that this night placed her in a different social class than the one she’d been raised, and she felt excitement about her future life with Thomas.
Tears came into Ruth’s eyes. A 26-year-old Dallas businessman was more powerful that a 17-year-old girl from modest means. His question reflected great restraint and respect at such a moment.
She said, “Yes” with a voice that held the giddy excitement of a girl on the edge of the unknown. Then she said more solemnly, “Yes, I’m sure.” In her orthodox religious upbringing, this coupling of two humans was sacred and could never be undone.
There was a pause and a moment of silenced between them. She felt the heat of Thomas resting against her.
Thomas felt Ruth’s wetness against him and said, “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”
Ruth felt her face blush and said nothing. She felt Thomas’s breath against her face and then it happened. Slowly. Tenderly. Deliberately. His cock entered her and they were joined.
Ruth’s hands were covering her breasts, her legs slightly apart. From her throat Thomas heard a quivering sigh. Even in the dim light Thomas could see her cheeks flushed pink and thin lips forming a long "O" sound that only he could have heard.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“Oh yes,” said Ruth, her voice clear but soft.
“I love you,” Thomas whispered as his cock retreated and then reentered her, completing only its second intrusion into her virgin body.
“I love you,” she whispered as he pressed in a third time and rested there.
They were both still again. Ruth felt the warmth of love mixed with fear. She was not of Thomas’s social class. And she was naked. Her legs were now spread wide beneath him, and her arms embraced him feeling the mass and strength of him. For the first time in her seventeen years, she was wholly surrendered a man. Pushing her pelvic center upward slowly to meet him, she thought, Thomas will be mine for life. There’ll never be another.
She wondered if he would continue or if he was thinking of withdrawing and savoring the moment.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
“Are you sure,” he asked.
“Yes,” she said as her fingers caressed his lower back and pulled him into her raised center.
With Ruth’s second yes, Thomas began again in slow and methodical rhythm.
As Ruth swayed gently under his repeated entries and exits, she imagined herself as his wife making love to her husband as married couples do. She wondered what it would be like to live a life of luxury and plenty while raising children emersed in unlimited opportunities. She knew that this night placed her in a different social class than the one she’d been raised, and she felt excitement about her future life with Thomas.
Published 28th Feb 2024
Author's Note
I used my imagination for this short episode between my great-grandmother, Ruth, and her first lover, Thomas. The Adolphus Hotel was mentioned in connection with Ruth's history so it's pictured here.
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28th Feb 2024 10:36pm
beautiful erotic story they got together then? I wonder did you get your sense of adventure from her?
29th Feb 2024 3:50am
A first time that was a cross-class liaison. Like the suspense and poignancy built into the drama and your imagined picturing how she came to terms that day with sexual experience. To illustrate the suspense, favourite set of paragraphs:
There was a pause and a moment of silenced between them. She felt the heat of Thomas resting against her.
Thomas felt Ruth’s wetness against him and said, “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”
Ruth felt her face blush and said nothing. She felt Thomas’s breath against her face and then it happened. Slowly. Tenderly. Deliberately. His cock entered her and they were joined.
Ruth’s hands were covering her breasts, her legs slightly apart. From her throat Thomas heard a quivering sigh. Even in the dim light Thomas could see her cheeks flushed pink and thin lips forming a long "O" sound that only he could have heard.
There was a pause and a moment of silenced between them. She felt the heat of Thomas resting against her.
Thomas felt Ruth’s wetness against him and said, “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”
Ruth felt her face blush and said nothing. She felt Thomas’s breath against her face and then it happened. Slowly. Tenderly. Deliberately. His cock entered her and they were joined.
Ruth’s hands were covering her breasts, her legs slightly apart. From her throat Thomas heard a quivering sigh. Even in the dim light Thomas could see her cheeks flushed pink and thin lips forming a long "O" sound that only he could have heard.
