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The day she'd waited for her entire life had finally arrived. She
was younger when her sisters had their day, though she remembered
it clearly. They all seemed as excited, anxious and happy as she
was right now. She woke up early but knew better than to awaken
her sleeping mother so she kept quiet and, still in her camisole
and panties, snuck downstairs to make her breakfast. She admired
the sun rising through the floor to ceiling windows as and ended
up eating outside on the porch. She looked over the wide expanse
of land and stretched her arms skyward. Today was the beginning of
the rest of her life. The wind and the chill dimpled her bared
skin but she resisted going inside. She'd rather have time to
enjoy this moment alone.
Save for times like these, there was rarely any quiet in her home.
Growing up with three older sisters and parades of people coming
in and out of her home she was used to doing without privacy. That
would all change soon. Come today, her mother said, she was an
adult and must find the right man to make into a husband. Her eyes
widened at the thought.
All but her oldest sister had moved out. They all lived happily
and comfortably with their respective husbands, enjoying the
pleasures of being a wife to a man they felt suited them
perfectly. Theresa, the oldest, lived in the two bedroom home at
the edge of their property closer to the beach. Though they
visited often and they shared dinners together regularly, they
lived their own lives and Emily found herself growing jealous
whenever she saw the contented look on the older woman's face.
Her mother joined her just as she was finished her second cup of
cappuccino. She was a tall woman, a former model coming from good
stock. Her breeding, like her daughters' was impeccable. She
thought it important that women of their standing conduct
themselves in the best manner, at least in public. Her full lips
frowned upon seeing her daughter barely dressed in the cold
morning air. Threatening to cancel their plans if she didn't do as
she said, she rushed her inside. As she began preparing her meal,
she ordered her daughter to shower and ready herself for what
could be a long day ahead.
Bounding up the stairs, Emily knew her mom would never call off
their plans. Years ago she had gone through the same anticipation
and knew how important it was to her. She had chosen wisely, as
evidenced by her father, a loving, kind and loyal man that would
sever his right hand if his lovely wife ever asked it of him. She
knew she had been through a lot to prepare for this day. The
confining expectations of private boarding schools, rigorous hours
of study, classes on the weekends and every summer to teach her
the finer points of life; etiquette, ballroom dancing, ballet,
sailing and even horseback riding. In her nineteen years she never
met a worldlier peer. She had learned German along the Rhine, dove
for oysters off Greece and spent days on the beaches of Italy.
Despite her schedule, what looked back at her from the mirror was
a woman just coming into her burgeoning womanhood. With fog
quickly clouding the mirror she observed her athletic form and
lush skin. Her only complaint was her legs. She felt they were too
long, coming together to make her hips that much wider. Though her
body was taut, she felt this was an imperfection. She would much
rather prefer gentler legs than the long, muscular ones she
possessed.
She tarried in the shower, enjoying the feeling of the heavy steam
awakening her chilled body. When she finished she realized it
would soon be late morning.
Her mother was downstairs casually reading that day's real estate
section and almost laughed when she saw the anxiety in her
daughter's face.
"No need to look at me like that. We've got all day and all of
tomorrow should we need it." Her daughter grabbed her handbag and
car keys, quickly pushing them into her hand. "Besides, you're the
one that's late, not me. I've been ready for an hour now."
They drove alone the beach, Emily in the passenger side with the
top down as her mother exalted in the feel of her red hair blowing
freely in the wind. Many men lined the beaches and Emily found
several good specimens. Some played volleyball; others sat on
their blankets casually sharing lunch with their bodies. A few lay
on their towels allowing her the best few as they attempted to
garner a tan from the sun's rays. Most of them were pleasing; well
cared for bodies with athletic legs, firm chests and rounded
bottoms but none seemed to have that spark she looked for.
The two women sat in the car looking out on the beach from the
parking lot. As they watched the mostly male crowds they talked
about men. Theresa related how she met her husband at this very
spot, as did Emily's three older sisters. It was decided to be the
most likely spot to find a candidate that fits what they're
looking for as the church and university, two previous spots, had
lacked the number of single men with the character they sought.
Finally, as the day turned slowly into evening, Emily noticed one
man that arrived late. He carried a cooler and seemed to trail his
four friends that happily threw a football between them. She
alerted her mother to the man and she agreed with her. Strong
arms, good physique, attractive face, tight butt, physically he
seemed to be everything they could want. Emily began taking off
her shirt to display the string bikini hidden below but her mother
stopped her.
"You know the rules. Let me go first."
She sighed and relented, having long ago learned her mother does
know best.
Theresa unbuttoned and pulled her shirt off, displaying healthy
full breasts hugged tightly by sports bra and just as quickly
skimmed her skirt down her sculpted thighs. Wearing only a pair of
sandals, a modest pair of hip hugger jogging shorts and the sports
bra, she exited the car and approached the lad.
She appeared behind him and for a moment she was able to appraise
him more closely. Her daughter was right. He was a fine physical
specimen. She could see his slightly bronzed skin and the light
muscles that flowed beneath it. He had a swimmer's build though
his arms were thicker and more powerful than she at first
expected.
He turned quickly, almost bumping into her and apologized.
She smiled and made a show of looking him up and down. He did the
same to her, though more bluntly.
She smirked and took him by the hand, leading him away from his
friends. Leaving the cooler behind she walked him to the car.
Emily followed tradition and disappeared. This gave her more time
to update the lad on his predicament. He most likely thought he
was being taken home by a lonely middle aged woman that desired
nothing more than something carnal and though he wasn't far off,
what was actually taking place was almost completely the opposite.
He jumped in the passenger seat as she started the car and drove
away. The long drive to their estate afforded her the time needed
to make him aware of her expectations.
He nervously offered small talk, which she avoided for the most
part. He seemed overly excited and when she watched him through
the rearview she saw he couldn't keep still. He seemed filled with
unneeded energy. She realized she wasn't even aware of his name
and asked for it. Collecting her thoughts for a moment, she began.
"Richard, I know you think today is your lucky day and you
couldn't be more right. You're an attractive boy and twenty, even
ten years ago there's nothing more I'd rather do than take you
home and spend the night making love to you until you collapsed
but I have other reasons I choose you." He seemed to perk up but,
to his benefit, remained completely silent. "I have a daughter- a
wonderful, beautiful young lady of the finest breeding. She's
brilliant, courteous, loving, passionate and quick as a whip.
Unfortunately she's found no one that can meet or even compete on
her level as a mate." He opened his mouth, as if to speak, but she
stopped him before he could. "No I know you're can't either. You
couldn't be as intelligent or giving as she is but you're quite
handsome and I hope, with time and a lot of work, that you'll
become the man she's meant to share her life with."
She allowed him time to speak but there was only silence. She
drove and after a while he gathered the presence of mind to speak.
"Why? Why me? What's the reason?"
"You'd have to ask my daughter. I would guess she found something
in you that connected with her."
"But I didn't even meet her. She doesn't even know me?"
Theresa chuckled at this. "Some women like my Emily have a fine
sense of intuition that lets them read a person merely by their
facial expressions, how they carry themselves, which side is the
most dominant. Apparently you possess everything she's looking
for, even if you're not aware of it."
This seemed too strange for the boy and, testing the door handle,
found it locked.
"What if I say no? You can't kidnap me. If I want to leave,
believe me, I could."
"That's right you can. You won't want to though, not when you
realize what you'll be missing out on. Besides, you haven't even
met my daughter. Do you think I'd go through all this for someone
that doesn't truly deserve it? Believe me when I say you can spend
your entire life meeting every woman of the world and you'll never
meet one that comes close to my daughter. The man chosen to spend
his life with her will be luckier than he ever thought possible."
The car stopped at a red light and she turned to look at him.
"However, if you'd like to go without even learning what you're
missing be my guest." The door unlocked and she turned away to
offer him the opportunity for an exit.
When the light changed to green he was still in the seat,
unmoving. The remainder of the ride was silent. His eyes widened
as they pulled onto the private road of the estate. Gigantic firs
lined the roadside and he forgot himself, blatantly gawking at the
scenery. The estate was patterned after the Palace of Versailles
and seemed out of place on the Southern Coast of America. He was
motionless until an aged man in a suitvest and freshly pressed
trousers opened the door and helped him out. She stood on the
slate steps enjoying his reaction and doing her best to appear
impatient. Noticing her foot tapping, he quickly scurried to her
side, only to be restrained by the doorman.
As he entered he saw her climbing a large marble staircase that
filled most of the large entryway. The butler introduced himself
as Jensen and bade him to follow. Rather than go with the Lady, he
said, he would meet the nurse who would give him a through
examination for his time here. Richard balked at this but. Taken
aback by today's events, he decided to go along with him.
At the end of a long, ornate hallway Jensen ushered him into the
infirmary. The family employs a large staff, he explained, and
many days they have need of a medical attention. Though no one is
staying there today, a full time nurse is on duty. At this he left
and closed the door behind him. Richard heard him lock it but was
too busy admiring an anatomical chart to say anything. Despite the
jeopardy he could be in, he felt assured he would be safe. As a
strong man that has been on his own for much of his life, he
believed there was nothing that could happen here that he couldn't
handle.
A woman a few years older than he entered through a side door and
introduced herself as Nurse Cannon. She had a friendly face and
wide smile with red hair pulled back and bangs in the front. She
wore the regulation starched white nurses uniform. He sat himself
on the papered examination table as she talked to him, asked him
questions and wrote his responses on a clipboard.
Finally she finished and, without breaking her clinical tone,
ordered him to take all his clothes off. He'd never been ashamed
of his body but hesitating for a moment before deciding to go
along with it, curious as to where the day would lead him. As he
took off his underwear and stood naked in front of her she
examined him. He didn't hide his genitals, which pleased her,
though she noticed him already growing erect. He was a healthy
specimen, with a muscular build and a runner's frame. He was not
overly hair though possessed a fair amount, which covered his
upper chest and legs. His penis, while a good size, was surrounded
by bushy brown hair. He was fully erect when she finished the
appraisal.
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