Dawn's Perfect Pussy

ickers Twenty-five years ago, in my teens, I worked in a company with an 18-year-old girl called Dawn. She was just the most lovely girl in the world, kind, considerate and just a joy to work with. She looked a little like a younger, shorter version of Princess Diana. I was smitten with her but at the time engaged to my now wife. I used to fantasise about Dawn all the time, and sometimes when I was fucking my fiancé, I’d imagine it was Dawn. She was just so petite, feminine and delicate; I’m pretty sure part of me was either in love or in lust with her. She always wore very professional business suits, white blouses, summer dresses and looked stunning at work.

Unfortunately, this lovely lady had one disability that had caused her some terrible times over the years. Dawn occasionally suffered from Epileptic fits; I always thought it so unfair that such a wonderful, young, beautiful, caring girl had such a terrible affliction. I had seen her have a couple of these, and my heart ached for her. Everyone in the office knew what to do when these seizures happened. The guidance was to make sure she was comfortable on the floor in the recovery position and put a cushion or two under her. If she didn’t come around within ten minutes, ring an ambulance. Also, we were to keep people from crowding around her. As Dawn and I were both juniors at the time, I stayed with her when she had these fits and made sure nobody else in the office came near her.

Once a year, we had to do a full audit which meant spending loads of time in the basement where all the records were kept. I didn’t mind too much as I got to spend virtually all of the week with Dawn as we pulled out all the required documents for the auditors. We got on well, and I sometimes wondered if I should tell her how I felt about her. I never did as I was in love with my fiancé too. Dawn had a fit during the week in the basement; thankfully, I was beside her and caught her before she hit the concrete floor, which could have been very bad. I grabbed a cushion for her head and put her into the recovery position. As it was a hot day and the basement wasn’t air-conditioned, she’s put on a lovely linen summer dress. As she fell, the dress had risen, exposing her legs and white knickers.

I wanted to pull her dress down to cover her modesty; however, the view was just incredible. Her legs were tanned and perfect, and I could see her pussy mound under her knickers. My heart was beating so fast, and I had an inner turmoil going on; part of me was shouting to cover her, the other part wanted to see more. I knew I had no more than five to ten minutes before she would either recover or I called an ambulance. I’m so ashamed of what I did next, and it's haunted me for years. I lifted her leg slightly and slid her knickers to the side, exposing her bare pussy. She had blonde and ginger pubic hair and a gorgeous little pussy with one of her inner labia lips protruding through her larger outer pussy lips. Her pussy was just so cute, and belonging to Dawn, I was fascinated by it. God forgive me; I did touch her. Initially watching her face for a response, I opened up her pussy lips. I saw her small clit, and the entrance to her vagina. I’m pretty confident she was a virgin as I’m sure I could see a partial hymen; this didn’t surprise me with Dawn. This whole terrible violation of this angel took no more than a minute before I returned her to the recovery position and lowered her dress to cover her.

I felt dreadful about what I’d done, and even though I was a young idiot at the time, I still feel bad now. I wanted to, but couldn’t, apologies to her. She was the sort of person who I knew if I had confessed, would have forgiven me; however, there was always the risk she could report me. I did look after her in many ways over the next few years that we worked together. When her car broke down, I would drop her off at home after work; if she needed to leave early, I would always cover her jobs. When she moved into her own place, I decorated it for her over a weekend. Everyone at work thought I was wonderful the way I looked after Dawn; the truth, though, these were ways to alleviate my guilt for the terrible thing I’d done.

The thing I hated most was knowing what this beautiful creature had between her legs; having seen her, I wanted her more than ever. I’d been given a glimpse of heaven and wanted to embrace and enjoy it fully. My dreams at night were invaded with images of her lovely pussy lips with the one protruding inner lips stretched around my cock as I slid in and out of this divine creature.

Some years later, I was invited to her wedding. She married a lovely guy who deserved her and she him. I watched in awe as she walked down the aisle with her mother. Dawn was an only child, and her father had died when she was quite young. She looked amazing, a true natural beauty. I also had that thought again of her lovely pussy, probably contained in lacy white knickers under her perfect wedding dress.