Literotic asexstories – My Sweet Tender Very First Time by MichelleDebbie,MichelleDebbie
Apart from being in the halls of residence at Uni, I was still living at home at that time, and was almost at the end of the two week break, it was Friday and I was due to drive back the following Monday.
It had been enjoyable, I caught up on a lot of sleep, and spent a lot of time talking to my mother, as well as completing some classwork that was due on my return.
My parents were going out to a dinner dance, with my fathers business colleagues and their wives. It was one of those annual things, but they both loved getting dressed up for them.
Dadhad booked a taxi to take them there, and they were going to stay overnight at the hotel, choosing to get home around midday on Saturday.
That meant I had the house to myself, and I could hopefully relax in peace and quiet.
In the meantime I was helping my mother get dressed, she had put on a light blue ball gown, and I was helping her with hair, makeup etc, she chose a blue and white sapphire necklace and matching earrings that dad had bought her for her fortieth birthday.
Like me, she didn’t often wear jewellery, but when she did, it was stunning. Otherwise she wore a watch, and a gold chain around her neck.
She had given me a similar chain with a small diamond cut crucifix for my 18th birthday, I wore that all the time, ever since she gave it to me, and we laughingly called it my tit tickler, even though I have very little tit to tickle.
Edward, my dad came into the dressing room, and stood by the door, looking very handsome in his suit, he was in his mid fifties, and took care of his health and fitness making him the perfect match for my mother.
He’d just come back from a business trip overseas, so he hadn’t had a lot of time to relax, the dinner dance was a welcome opportunity for them to let their hair down together.
He watched us silently for a while, and then said to my mother, “Andrea, you look stunning.”
“Thank you darling, should don’t look too shabby yourself.”
“Watching the two of you together, is almost like seeing two sisters you look so alike.”
“We’ll, what do you expect, she is my daughter.”
“I think I had a part to play in creating her too though.”
“True, she has a lot of your temperament, but my looks and capabilities.”
“How are we doing, we don’t want to arrive late?”
“You know I prefer that, it means we get noticed when we walk in.”
Dad smiled knowingly, he knew she made an impact whatever time she turned up.
Turning to me, he asked “Miche, what have you got planned for this evening?”
“Nothing much, I thought I might catch up with my classwork, or maybe just relax in front of the TV.”
“I wonder if you might do a quick favour for me this evening?”
“Yes, OK, what do you want me to do?”
“I brought a carrier of fine wine for your uncle Malcolm, I was hoping you could drop it over to him this evening, it won’t take you long?”
Uncle Malcolm was an old friend of my parents, not a relative but he was around the same age as my mother, and my father. My brother and I always liked him, he was fun to be around, though we hadn’t called him ‘uncle’ for a good few years.
He had an import/export business and did a lot of trade in the far east, he had a particularly sharp eye for ceramics, and supplied big high end department stores, as well as having a thriving internet site.
He did a lot of business with my fathers firm, and dad had invested in some of his speculative ventures, they both made a lot of money from them, adding to his, and dads wealth.
He had known my mum, before she met my dad, they had been good friends, and he had immediately taken well to my dad, he attended their wedding, and had remained friends ever since.
He was tallish, really good looking, well built, good physique and he was fit, he had wavy light brown fair, clear skin, deep blue eyes, and long thick eyelashes, he’d been married twice, divorced both times, he was a bit of a ladies man, and there’d been a succession of girlfriends in recent years.
I last saw him when I went off to Uni in September of the previous year, he came round to see me off, he had given me a gentle kiss on the cheek, his hand on the back of my neck, his fingers lightly brushed my skin, and had said, “you look more and more like your mother every time I see you.”
We get a lot of that, mum is slightly taller than me, it in most other respects we are almost identical, she’s always flattered when people say that, and we draw a lot of male attention when we’re out, particularly in cafes or restaurants.
I replied to my dad, “yes, I’ll do that for you.’
“Thanks, I’ll leave the wine in the kitchen, and I’ll text to let him know you’re coming round, any idea what time you be there?”
“About 7pm I should think, it’s only a 20 minute drive.”
“That’s great, thank you.”
With that he went downstairs, the taxi arrived, and they were gone, in a flurry of goodbyes, and waves, leaving me to my own devices.
I thought I’d go straight around to Malcolm’s and get that out of the way, I didn’t need to change, it had been a warm day, but I was fresh and wearing clean clothes, a pink sundress which was short, to my mid thigh, plain white stretchy sports briefs with a matching bra, and plain white tennis shoes.
I brushed my hair, it was quite long, down to the middle of my back, so I gathered it up into a loose pony tail, and put on a thick pink scrunchie to hold it back.
I checked everything was locked, picked up my handbag, and the wine carrier, went to my car, got in, started up and drove out though the gates, the traffic was light and I arrived at Malcolm’s in about 15 minutes.
I parked on his drive, got out, and looked up to see him standing in the doorway watching me walk towards him, he drew in an admiring breath, I looked down and saw that the sun was behind me, and shone through my dress, revealing the white bra and panties which was all I had underneath it.
He was wearing light coloured linen trousers, and a loose cotton pullover shirt, his feet were bare, he looked good standing there leaning against the doorframe.
He welcomed me in, and said, “thanks for dropping this off, I’ll just put it into the kitchen, I’m watching a quiz show at the moment, if you’d like to stay?”
“Yes, that sounds nice, I haven’t seen you for ages, it’ll be nice to catch up.”
“Go on into the den then, would you like a drink?”
“Just some iced water would be fine, it’s been warm today.”
“You’re certainly dressed for it, he said with a smile, you look even more like your mother than the last time I saw you.”
I took of my tennis shoes, and went into the den, the TV was on, and I sat on the leather double recliner, swinging my legs up onto the rest.
My dress, rode up to my upper thigh, leaving a glimpse of the small white triangle of my panties visible.
Malcolm came back in with the water, and put it on the side table next to me, along with a bowl of snacks, took a careful look, and said, “I just need to pop upstairs for a moment, so excuse me.”
With that he went out of the den, I heard him climb the stairs, and move around up there. I settled back to watch the show, not actually realising that my dress had stuck slightly to the leather of the seat, and had ridden up further, almost to the waistband of my panties.
Malcolm came back down, and joined me on the recliner to watch the quiz, we tried to answer some of the questions, laughing at ourselves when we got them wrong.
I leaned over to pick up the glass, and take a sip of water, as I did, I slipped down further in my dress, exposing an expanse of smooth white covered bottom, and then settling back, my dress had ridden up to my waist, revealing all my panties to him.
As I did so, he put his arm around my shoulders, and as I rolled back, my head rested against his forearm, and he gently stroked my shoulder, it was comforting, and put me at ease.
I could see him, almost unable to take his eyes off me, I was surprised that I had such an effect on this mature experienced man.
We started talking, his soft deep voice sent thrills through me, mine was light, and punctuated by throaty little laughs.
“How’s Uni, are you enjoying yourself there?” He asked.
“It’s hard work, there’s a lot of studying to do.”
“Making friends though?”
“Oh, yes, the other girls are really friendly.”
“How about boyfriends?”
“No, most of them are either arrogant or painfully shy, apart from that I’m too busy with classwork, and projects to have the time.”
I sensed he was moving the conversation toward sex, so I followed along, smiling at him in a coquettish way.
There had been a few dates with one or two boys, but they hadn’t come to much, a bit of kissing, bumping noses, and fumbling about with my breasts which were very small then, I could barely make 30A at that time.
When they realised that I was still a virgin, they seemed to be frighted off by it. Malcolm smiled knowingly as I outlined it to him.
“Well it’s a very intimidating experience for a young man.” He mused.
“Why?”
“Think about it, it’s probably that they don’t have a lot of experience, and they know that if they get it wrong, it would spoil it for you, it’s a huge responsibility that probably overwhelms them.”
“I don’t know how to get past that with them though.”
“Are there any boys there that perhaps you think might have the courage to share that with you?”
“No, most of them are full of themselves, they show off and think they’re irresistible, apart from that, most of them have girlfriends anyway, and I won’t get involved with anyone in a relationship.”
“You must be nearly 19 now, so I think you’re a bit of a late bloomer?”
“I suppose I must be, I’m not rushing, but I think I’m about ready now.”
“Yes, you are, but it should be something that you enjoy, so it needs to be done properly, it will only happen to you once, and it ought to be a memory that you cherish for the rest of your life. It’s a bit cliched these days, but it’s still true.”
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