0 comments/ 7301 views/ 0 favorites Fond Memories By: minxx66 I remember the day as though it was yesterday, a Thursday morning. A male friend of mine had invited me round for coffee, so ok I don't like coffee but we never seem to say tea, as that conjures up images of cucumber sandwiches on the patio. I arrived a little early; I'd sat in the car for a few minutes looking up at his house. I noticed the bedroom curtains were still drawn across and started to wonder whether I'd got the day wrong or whether he had forgotten. A smile crossed my face picturing him arriving at the door all tousled from sleep in just his boxer shorts. I'll admit I had a crush on this guy and at my age I thought I'd outgrown that along with the hot pants. Anyway it reached 10 o'clock and I decided to chance it without a call to him to check. I took a quick look in the review mirror to check my make-up, not that I wear very much and I have impossible hair. It is shoulder length and curls wildly however much I try to tame it; it is still predominately auburn although I have noticed some grey coming through. I'd not known what to wear and my bed at home was littered with clothes, tried on and discarded as unsuitable. So I'm now stood locking my car, having second thoughts about the final choice of outfit. I was wearing a calf length gypsy style skirt in a dark grey silk and a camisole type top. Over which I had put a jacket as it was cold, all the same my nipples stiffened as the wind hit me. I also wore heeled knee length boots of black and hold up stockings, also black. He must have been looking out of the window, as he opened the door as I struggled up the path against the wind, trying to anchor my skirt from blowing up. He had a huge grin on his face. "Hi there, that reminds me I must find my old kite for my nephew." He laughed as I reached the door. "Hi, you'd lose him if he went out in this." I replied brushing the hair from my face. He stepped aside and I went to pass him, as I did so he caught my wrist and leant forward to kiss me on the lips. "I thought you were going to sit in your car all morning," he said as he led the way into the warm kitchen. As he took my jacket, he looked at my erect nipples. "Oh now that is a nice sight. Hope you've been thinking about me....." "I'd say yes but to be honest it's a cold wind out there,' I replied. We both laughed and he put the kettle on to boil. I sat on one of the high stools at the breakfast bar. He came round and lifted my left leg, holding it in one hand at the ankle, running his other hand from my ankle to my knee and back down again. I felt a surge of pleasure at his touch. "Oh you know how much I like boots they are so erotic......" He trailed off, as he unzipped the boot and placed it on the floor. He still held my ankle and ran his hand up my stocking clad leg, again stopping at my knee. I noticed how slender his hands were. He repeated the actions with my other leg. "Now I've deprived you of your footwear, I'll give you the guided tour of my home." He offered me his hand as I slid myself off the stool. As I landed on the floor he stepped in close and wrapped his arm around my waist, I looked up to him and again he leant down to kiss me. This time his tongue darted quickly into my mouth before he withdrew and released me from his hold. I shivered but it wasn't from the cold as his warm body moved away from me, it was from the unexpected actions he was performing. We moved from the kitchen, through to the dining room. He opened the blind at the patio windows and stood behind me, pointing out the various local points of interest; the river; the Severn crossing; I did not take much in as all I could think of was him so close to me that his breath tickled my neck as he spoke. We moved from the dining room through to the lounge, then back into the hall. He led the way up the stairs. He showed me the bathroom and the second bedroom, which like a lot of spare rooms had accumulated a lot of junk. He then directed me to his bedroom, as I walked in I was lost for words The room was warm, the flickering light of the candles throwing long shadows on the walls. I turned to tell him but he put his fingers to my lips. "I wanted to surprise you." He whispered close to my ear, "but you are not allowed to do anything, I just want you to enjoy.....Close your eyes." I did so. He brushed his fingers lightly across my neck and shoulders, down the outside of my arms and back up the insides. With a firmer touch he ran his slender hands down my sides and across my buttocks. He stopped touching me; I stood still with my eyes closed. I was aware of my breathing; it was deep and somewhat rapid. He sighed close to my ear brushed my hair aside and kissed my neck, shivers of excitement ran down my back. His hands caressed my breasts through the material of my top as he pulled me close to him. "You have such lovely breasts," he whispered as he lifted the material over them and continued to caress my flesh. His hands were warm and soft, and he tweaked my still erect nipples. "I hope that's not still the cold." I shook my head. I could feel his erection against my bum. I was tempted to wriggle my ass but his request had been simple that I was to remain completely passive. He undid my skirt and let it drop to the floor. He ran his hands over my deep lacy thong front to back. He kissed my buttocks around the material before sliding the thong down as he did so he ran his hands up and down my legs. He stood and led me to foot of the bed. "Lay face down on the bed for me, head at this end." He requested. As I lay down, he lifted my camisole top and left it covering my eyes. My arms were also still caught in it. "That's so you don't peek." He said. He massaged my shoulders and back. Then he ran his hands all over my back and sides; his touch firm yet gentle. He parted my legs, as he ran both his hands down my left leg, removing my stocking. He bent my leg, sat and caressed my foot. He then tied the stocking around my ankle and to the headboard. He repeated the procedure with my right leg. He ran his hands up the insides of my thighs, gently brushing my pussy. He removed his belt and stroked my arms, bringing my hands together above my head. Using his belt he loosely bound my wrists together. "Are you ok?" He asked "Yes." I replied my breathing more rapid. I felt nervous as I'd never been in this situation before but I was also extremely turned on. "Back in a minute," he said as he kissed me lightly on the lips. He got off the bed but I could just make out his profile through the material of my top. I felt he was looking at me as he removed his clothes. His fully erect prick sprang out as he removed his boxer shorts. I wished he had not covered my eyes as I wanted to see his naked body. I'd felt it close to me many a time; dancing in the clubs; hugs on occasions and squashed into the rear seat of his brothers car on that trip to France. I suppressed a giggle. "What are you thinking?" He asked as he sat alongside me, I could feel the warmth of his flesh next to mine. "I was thinking of that trip to France we did in your brothers car," I replied with a smile. "Oh yes. I was so tempted to molest you that day." He chuckled as he started to stroke my pussy lips gently at first, then slightly firmer teasing them apart as he did so. He then sought out my swollen clit and teased that with first his fingers and then his tongue. He then licked along my pussy before taking the lips into his mouth. I moaned as he continued to lick suck and stroke my clit. I know I was asked to do nothing but I wanted his tongue deeper. Such was my position, I could do nothing. He had total control and was in no rush to give me what I wanted. I groaned as two fingers entered my pussy, stroking the front wall, seeking that elusive G-spot. My pleasure was mounting as I writhed against his fingers, and he continued stroking the front wall of my vagina. He lay beside me; I could feel his hard prick throbbing against my hip. Oh I so wanted to see his prick but had to just imagine it. I imagined it between my lips and then in my pussy; him on top of me pounding his prick into me; me on top slowly lowering myself onto him and taking his whole length into my hot pussy. These thoughts fuelled my excitement, and much to my surprise, pushed me over the edge into a shuddering orgasm that hit every nerve in my body. Tears welled up in my eyes and I unromantically sniffed. He was there loosening the belt and uncovering my eyes, a look of concern on his face. He was about to speak but I put my fingers to his lips; slipped one hand around the back of his head and pulled him towards me. I kissed him my tongue exploring his mouth. "That was absolutely amazing." I whispered to him. "To get an orgasm from me is like getting blood from a stone." He smiled at me and wiped the tears from my eyes. Then he stood to untie my legs, as he did so I lay watching him. "You have a lovely prick." I advised him as he returned to me on the bed. He looked slightly embarrassed. I curled myself around him as he sat on the bed. My head supported on my left arm. The fingers of my right hand stroking the hairs on his thighs, his pricked twitched with every caress. The temptation was too much to resist, I pushed myself up to sit behind him. I rested my head on his shoulders as I reached around and ran my hands up and down his smooth chest and stomach. I then slid round and off the bed and stood in front of him. I parted his legs and knelt between them, as I did so took his lovely prick in my hand and stroked its full length, watching his face as I did so. He closed his eyes and leant back. I ran my tongue around the head of his prick, tasting the pre-come. It was an exquisite taste, knowing he had gotten this turned on just by pleasing me. He sighed as I slowly encircled his prick with my lips and took his length into my mouth. I sucked his prick as I withdrew it from my mouth. Again I took him into my mouth, slowly withdrawing him and caressing his balls as I did so. He groaned as I continued to lick and suck his prick and caress his balls. His balls contracted and his whole body quivered as he shot his load into my mouth. I swallowed his cum then licked his prick clean. I then stood and straddled him; he flopped back on the bed with a grin on his face. I kissed his stomach and up his chest, rubbing my body against him like a cat. I lay next to him and stroked his chest as he stroked my breasts. His prick remained semi-erect and as I continued to touch his chest and stomach, it began to respond. I watched in wonder as it twitched and stiffened. Shortly he was hard again and ready for further action, but before he had chance to move I straddled him again. I rubbed my mound against his lovely hard prick, his head poking lightly between my warm swollen lips. I raised myself up above his prick and lowered myself just enough, that the head of his prick rested at the entrance to my pussy. I watched his face as I slowly lowered myself onto his prick. He sighed as my hot wet pussy slipped around his hard prick. I sighed as his hard prick filled my pussy. I withdrew him as far as possible without losing contact and again slowly slid down his pole, taking his full length into me. I continued this slow deep rhythm for a time. I could feel a second orgasm building as he stroked my body. From the change in his breathing I could tell that he was close to coming for a second time. I increased the speed of the strokes and shortly his body started to quiver again as he came in my pussy. I slowed again. I could feel my muscles contract against his prick as a second orgasm overcame me. The feeling radiated out from my clit, raising goose bumps over the whole of my body. I leant down to kiss him as he lay there, again with that cute grin upon his face. "Do you think the kettle will have boiled by now?" I asked. He shoved me off of him and rolled onto me. "I'll go and have a look shall I?" He replied as he started to lift himself off the bed. I pulled him back down to me, not wanting to lose the warmth of his body. "Maybe later," I replied as I again kissed him, deeply my tongue exploring his mouth. He responded with his tongue and his hands began to wander yet again. Fond Memories The weekend had finally arrived. It was a beautiful sunny day. Liane had decided to sit quietly by the pool with a great book she has been trying to finish. She was all set for a quiet relaxing day. As she was laying out in the sun only after five minutes did she remember what the sun and heat does to her. She had just started to read her book when she started to breath a little harder and feel her nipples get hard. Oh the sun beaming on her soft skin always made her horny, or actually more than usual. She tried to concentrate on her book, but it was getting harder to do so as she felt her body starting to long for the touch of a man. The caressing touch and the passionate hot kisses of a man she knows. As she realized it was hard to concentrate on her book she decided to put it down and just relax and soak up some of the warm sun rays. She started to masturbate. Then the memories started to come to her. Those fond memories of a day a while back that she keeps all to herself. Memories that kept her feeling alive and wild. That day was last summer at her cousins wedding. It was a starry hot night. All day she had been feeling very horny, for it had been a long time since she had sex. After a long day,the weeding reception was a welcome. She decided to enjoy a few drinks and let loose, but after a while she had become tired of the noise and stepped out to the patio which connected to a beautiful quiet park that belonged to the reception center. She needed to distance herself from everyone. She continued to stroll out to the gazebo and sit quietly and sip her cosmopolitan, her favorite drink, but little did she know that someone was following her. As she sat there quietly lost in thought, he sneaked up on her, it was him, that guy from the other side of the wedding party that somehow caught her eye. There seemed to be a instant mutual attraction. They had both had a few too many drinks they talked, laughed, flirted, and just enjoyed each others company. They both were starting to feel the intense heat in their bodies as they both made sudden moves towards each other and started to kiss. They tasted each other with their lips and tounges. He, Vinny, realizing what he was doing started to pull from her, but she didn't let him go. She asked him what was wrong and he just stared at her. She became a bit aggressive having had a few drinks that stirred her blood and made her hotter and hornier. As she pulled him back to her she began to passionatelly kiss him again, lustfully, wantingly. He slowly carressed her. Vinny started to put his hand up her dress carressing every inch of her soft thigh, he paussed waiting for her to protest, but she didn't, she only let out a soft moan into his mouth as she kissed him. Vinny then reached up between her legs feeling her soft wet pussy. At his touch she sighed at the feeling of his fingers touching her caressing her lips. She threw her head back at the intense pleasure his touch caused her. She reached down with her hand and touched his croch, feeling how hard his dick was. They started kissing again playing with each other, caressing, and tasteting each other. She couldn't stand it anynore she needed to feel him inside of her. She needed to feel how hard he is, she needed a hard dick inside her hot, wet pussy. She started groaning as his fingers played first with her swollen lips, then her clit, without warning he put one finger in her, she moaned with pleasure. With his other hand he grasped the back of her head and gently pulled on her long soft hair causing her to moan even harder. He then reached up her dress with both hands and ripped off her white lace g-string, the barrier stopping them both from really feeling pleasure and happy release. She pushed him down to sit on a nearby chair. He slowly lifted her dress to take a look at her pussy, he pulled her close to touch her. She reached over to him and unbuttoned his pants pulling out his dick so she can see him, his hard swollen dick. She knealt infront of him and grabbed him, placing soft kisses on the tip, tasting him arousing him further. She made him moan as her soft wet tounge licked and played with him. She then stood up, still holding on to his dick, handling him wanting to feel him more and more, needingly she straddled him and eased down on his dick, slowly at first just feeling the head inserted in her feeling his heat. Vinny couldn't wait any longer, he grabbed her ass checks letting her control all the movements. Leane slammed it all in, sitting and absorbing all of his fat hard dick. She straddle him wrapping her legs around him tightly. They looked at each other in the eyes just enjoying the sweeet hot feel of each other. Leane started to move slowly at first enjoying the feel of having a hot, swollen, fat dick inside of her. Vinny just held on to her cheecks, squeezing her ass, slapping them making her even hotter wanting more. She girated on his dick, then pumped him, moving around so he could feel all of her on the inside. He then started to kiss her nipples which were poking waiting for his mouth to come upon them. They moved in rhythm as the intensity of their sexual encounter grew stronger and stronger harder and harder. She controled all the movements and he didn't care. They were all alone in their own world, as they fucked each other. He couldn't beleive how wet her pussy was, how hot, and the fact that she could take it all in. Leane was enjoying the slight pain it was causing her, she was tight from the lack of sex. They panted and groaned with pleasure. She started to feel herself being elevated to another level, starting to feel herself come. Vinny pulled her hair she loved the roughness of his hands and his mouth playing with her. She held on to him rubbing her tits on his chest. Just as she was about to come she said to him, "Fuck me, si, yes like that, fuck me!" He bit her nipples, as he felt her cumm, she let out a groan of pleasure loosing her stregnth as she came all over his dick. Vinny enjoyed the wetness of her, he was ready to come. He pulled her off of him and turned her around, bending her over the table. He spread her cheecks and thrust his dick into her,doggie style, he fucked her hard just like she wanted. He couldn't hold it any more her tight wet pussy, was hard to resist. He asked her, "Do you want it, is this what you want?", She answered in a sexy voice, "Give it to me, I want to feel your hot cum in my pussy." At those words he couldn't hold on he released himself in her, he kept cumming as he released his load in her pussy. Feeling his hot cum she moaned coming again, enjoying the second orgasm he had helped her reach. They were both satisfied at each others intense passion and love making. They were made for each other. It was that night that made her feel like a woman. That night gave her those fond memories which she now masturbated to, wishing she could feel him just one more time. Fond Memories of Scotland My love of the east coast was only beaten by the fun I enjoyed at the hands of a very wild Scottish flower, never did I think that a short break in Scotland could have been so much fun. I wanted to take myself off for a weekend to clear my head and get things straight in my life, so I thought I would get away from it all and head for Scotland to do some soul searching. The best way I find for doing this, is to walk along the waters edge and allow the wind and sea spray to work its wonders. Therefore, that is exactly what I did. It was on my first venture out on the holiday that it happened – in no time at all, my weekend changed for the better. I had walked just over a few miles from my hotel, working my way closer and closer to the beach. That day the weather was typically Scottish and I felt energised as I marched onwards in the bracing and blustery elements. As I climbed over the crest of the sand dunes, I was thrilled to see the huge expanse of beach spread out in front of me like on enormous door mat welcoming me home. A sight that always excites me yet calms at the same time. I stopped to take in the breathtaking view and that is when I saw her. She was alone, standing at the waters edge, her beautiful brown hair blowing in the wind. She looked as if she were part of an enormous oil painting. Lost in thought and waiting for the return of her long lost lover to return from sea. I was mesmerised by the sight and could only stand and stare, captivated by the canvas in front of me. As if sensing that she was being watched, she slowly turned and looked straight at me and I felt as if time had stopped. Casually, she withdrew one of her hands from her pockets and brushed away the hair that had been blowing onto her face. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I sensed, rather than saw her smile, before her eyes looked shyly down to the sand at her feet. The spell broke as she then turned and walked away, heading down the beach to the village. I remained rooted to the spot and watched the brown haired beauty stroll away from me. I felt warm inside as if someone had just shared a secret with me and I stood for an age simply staring at the white horses galloping towards me as the waves crashed against the rocks and cantered up the shore. Starting to feel the cold seep into my bones I decided it was time to find some warmth and set off in the same direction as the mysterious woman had. Realising it had been a while since breakfast I decided to pop into a small café, which looked out over the bay. As the door opened a small brass bell hit against it and announced my arrival to everyone already seated in the warm, fire lit room. Small wooden tables were dotted all around, in the centre of each was a single purple headed thistle in a little porcelain vase. The small windows and large stone walls made the café feel small and welcoming. The fire blazed away in the grate and gave off a welcome heat, in contrast to the chilling breeze from the beach. As I gazed around the room I was pleasantly surprised to see the woman I had spotted earlier. She was sitting on her own enjoying a cup of coffee. I caught her eye as she sipped from the hand-made pottery mug and our eyes lingered for what felt like an eternity but could only have been a second. I finally broke my stare and order a pot of tea from the waitress who hovered in front of me. A quick glance back around the room made me realise that there were no vacant tables and I immediately made the decision to approach the striking looking woman who had caught my attention twice already that day. Taking a deep breath I plucked up all the courage I could muster, "Do you mind if I join you?" To my surprise and delight she smiled and motioned to the chair next to her. Her shy smile made my stomach flutter. As I sat down into the chair she had noddeded to, the waitress arrived holding a small tray with my order. I waited until she had placed the cup and pot of tea on to the table in front of me and then spoke to the beautiful stranger I was sitting next to. The words, "Can you pass the sugar please," emerged from a dry throat and sounded squeaky and high pitched. She laughed at my voice as if she could sense my discomfort. Although I am sure I turned a deep shade of red, my croaky voice gave us the opportunity to share a giggle and to break the ice. "You obviously have quite an effect on me," I admitted, hoping that my embarrassment was not so apparent on my face any more. "It would appear so." Her Scottish accent was heavenly on my ears and if I hadn't already fallen in love with her on first sight, it was the sound of her voice that clinched the deal. I could have listened to her for ages. As it turned out we did sit and chat for ages over that first coffee. My initial awkwardness soon disappeared as we discussed everything from music and films to primary schools and pensioners. I soon discovered her name was Mhairi and she had recently moved into a flat in the next fishing village up the coast. When it was obvious we could not accept any more refills we agreed to leave and retrace our steps along the beach. As we walked, we talked and as we talked, we laughed. At one point I teased her with a little joke and she gave me just the slightest nudge with her shoulder. It was the closest that we had been so far and I swear I could feel electricity spark between us as our bodies touched. As soon as this had happened a silence developed and we walked on again conscious of the hush that now surrounded us. Hesitatingly, I reached out and took her hand in mine. It was warm and soft and it felt to me as if a jigsaw piece had just been slotted perfectly into place. I waited for her reaction but instead of turning to me or pulling back, she just gave my hand a tight squeeze and we continued along the sand as if it was the most natural thing to do. As we neared the end of the beach, the rocks tried unsuccessfully to protect the shore as the sand was being eaten away by the waves. We left the shoreline and wandered over to the car park where she had left her car earlier. It soon became clear that she was going to leave but I somehow had the feeling that she did not really want to go. I let her hand go as she retrieved her keys from her pocket and unlocked her car. She turned, standing between the open door and the car and smiled at me. However, although her lips looked happy, her deep brown eyes appeared doleful and sad. It felt odd to be on the receiving end of the look and I could only return a confused half-baked grin accompanied by a silent shrug. She then got in her car and started the engine. I could see her stretching for her seat belt as I watched the woman of my dreams drive out my life. I stood transfixed. My tongue clung to the top of my mouth as I remained motionless and dumbstruck. But then suddenly the car door opened and she got out. I could feel my pulse starting to race as she came towards me. She then went on to her tiptoes and kissed me gently on the side of my face. Her soft lips felt red hot against my cold, wind blown cheek. "Can I see you again?" I managed to splutter out before she disappeared into the Scottish mist. "I would like that," came her simple reply. "Care to buy me dinner tonight?" I did not have to think about my reply and stammered," Yes of course," before she had even finished asking the question. We both gave a relieved giggle and arranged to meet later that evening. As I walked back to my hotel room I felt as if I were 15 years old again. I walked along garden walls and trailed my hand along railings. I was elated. Later that night I got myself ready, choosing a cream collarless shirt and light coloured denims. A quick spray of Issey Miyake and I was ready to meet my sexy Scottish siren. We had arranged to meet in a pub, which she said was just around the corner from her flat. She had only been in the pub once before and wanted to make it her local, since she had only recently moved in to her apartment. I arrived early, obviously eager to see her again. I ordered myself a pint and sat at a table where I would be able to see her enter through the door, waiting nervously for her arrival. I didn't have to wait long as she walked through the door bang on time. I stood up to greet her. She looked fantastic. Her long brown hair shone and her radiant smile made my stomach contract. I asked her what she wanted to drink and she ordered a glass of Shiraz from the barman. I quickly pulled out a £10 note from my wallet and paid for her drink. I watched her as she walked from the bar to our table. She was stunning. She wore an elegant red top and a short, black skirt that was fairly tight. It showed off her curves beautifully. Then I could not help but notice her legs were covered in black nylon, which got my heart racing, was she wearing stockings? Instead of sitting at the table I had been at, Mhairi walked past it and chose to sit in a little nook, tucked away past the corner of the bar. I settled in beside her and soon we were chatting again like long lost friends. We ordered some food and a bottle of wine and went on to enjoy a wonderful meal together, tasting each others food as if we had been together for years, rather than only hours. Before long the conversation became decidedly flirty and I could tell from her body language that she was relishing the attention she was getting. At one point she caught me staring at her legs and she teasingly crossed them, allowing her skirt to ride up slightly, which revealed a darker band around the top. Yes. She was wearing stockings. I immediately lost the ability to speak and was instantly turned on. I emptied the last of the wine into her glass and drained my pint. When I offered to buy her another glass of wine she suggested that we went for a walk. I didn't refuse and went quickly to pay the bill. When we got outside the pub it was already dark and taking my hand, Mhairi directed me along a path. Our walk led us to what looked like a newly built apartment block. Its clean, sand stoned, brickwork crudely standing out from the rest of the old fisherman's houses. She explained that this was her new flat and asked if I would like a tour. I was hardly going to refuse so I followed her in and we climbed the winding stairs which led to her apartment. We came to a stop outside her front door, which turned out to be on top floor and as I looked out the corridor window I could see a stunning view of the street lamps reflected in the water along the shore. We watched the view together and I was pleasantly surprised when Mhairi turned to me and kissed me gently on the lips. Her soft, sweet mouth felt heavenly on mine and I could feel her tongue gently press against my lips. I had never experienced such a tender but passionate kiss before. Breaking the spell and pulling away from me, she hastily plucked her keys from her handbag and let herself into the flat. Politely holding the door open for me, I quickly joined her and closed the door behind us. Her apartment was beautiful. I felt as if I had walked into a show house. She gave me a short tour and I found myself speechless. I also made the decision there and then that there was no way she was seeing my house. She opened up the French doors in her living room and told me to have a look before disappearing into the kitchen. I wandered out onto the small terrace. A glass screen cordoned off the area, which held an appealing lounger, a small table and a few plants. I could not believe the scene that unfolded in front of me. Her balcony had the most fantastic sea view. As I stood looking out over the Forth I could practically feel the spray on my face. The salty sea air nipped at my cheeks as Mhairi joined me with two glasses of wine in her hand. "This is fantastic. I can't believe the view." "Stunning, isn't it? I can't see myself ever wanting to leave here." She said sweeping her hand over the vista. "Why would you want to?" I exclaimed, thankfully accepting the offered glass. Mhairi placed her glass on the table and then bent over to pull a weed from a container of grasses. I don't know if she did it deliberately but I suddenly had a much better view than the balcony offered. I could see the tops of her stockings and the beautiful, smooth, soft skin of her upper thigh. Unable to resist, I immediately went over to her and put my glass down next to hers. Straightening up, she looked over her shoulder at me and gave a small smile. She knew exactly what she was doing. I placed my hands on her waist and softly kissed her cheek, moving down I grazed her neck with my mouth. She tossed her hair aside, allowing me to gently kiss along her collar bone and nibble her ears. I could hear her breathing change slightly and then she surprised me once more by turning and kissing me passionately on the mouth. Eagerly, I returned the kiss and soon our tongues were exploring each other's mouths as our hands roamed all over each other's bodies. I could have stayed there kissing her for hours on that balcony as we relished getting to know each other physically, not caring that anyone on the beach could see us. The cold sea air, in contrast to her hot mouth was creating a unique sensation and I could feel myself starting to harden. I think she knew the effect she was having on me as her hand reached down and started to rub over the front of my jeans. My hand sought out her breast and I fondled it slowly. The nipple protruded through the skimpy material of her blouse and I ran my thumb over it making it stand to attention. She had great tits and I wanted to suckle them so badly. I started to undo the buttons of her blouse and as I did, I could feel her hands struggle with the button of my trousers but it soon relented under her dextrous fingers as did the zip of my denims. I was so hard by this time I was relieved to have the tight confines of my jeans loosened and not to be so restricted. Her hand snaked down my stomach and, as I have a hatred for boxers, she soon found out I was going commando. I bit my lip as she took my now rock-solid cock in her hand. She had a delicate touch as she slowly pulled back my foreskin. The cold night air encircled it and I twitched in anticipation. By now I had managed to open the front of her blouse and was rewarded with the sight of her ample breasts being cupped by a black satin bra. My hands reached out and massaged them both at the same time over the glossy satin before I undone the clasp of the black underwear and touched the deliciously bare skin of her breasts. Just as I was about to lower my head and take one of her dark, cherry red nipples into my mouth, she sank to her knees in front of me and I held my breath as she took my hardness into her mouth. Fucking hell. It was amazing. The contrast of her hot mouth compared to the biting cold air was immense. Her tongue flicked all around the head of my penis. Probing and licking and teasing. Her hand ran itself up and down my length as her mouth sucked hard on the end of my cock. My hands ran through her hair as her lips closed over my shaft and she took my entire length into her mouth. It was unbelievable. To think that only hours before I had never met this woman and she was now giving me the most fantastic head, was astonishing. I tried thinking of something else other than the fantastic sensation happening to my cock as I wanted this to last but suddenly I could hardly hold back. I think it was a result of having such an enjoyable day coupled with Mhairi knowing exactly what she was doing. I was at her mercy. She grabbed at my buttocks, pulling herself on to me, taking me deeper than she had already, her hands pulling my cheeks slightly apart. I could feel one of her fingers starting to gently tease around my anus and just as I thought she was going to plunge a finger inside me, I came. I came so hard and so unexpectedly her lips still held me tightly in place and I could feel my semen spurt into the back of her mouth. I pictured it trickling down her throat and gave a final push, forcing out the last of the hot white liquid from my cock. I let go of her head suddenly realising that I had been holding tightly on to her hair as I had ejaculated and looked down at her. She sat back, grinning up at me, literally licking her lips like the cat that got the cream. I helped her up to her feet and then tucked myself in. My now sensitive cock grazed against the harsh material of my jeans and I timidly zipped up my fly. Mhairi walked past me back into the apartment and I followed her in, now glad to be out of the cold. I sat on the couch and took a large gulp of my wine, glad to be sitting down after the knee shaking experience I'd just taken so much pleasure in. Mhairi had disappeared into one of the rooms, which, thanks to the tour, I knew to be her bedroom. When she returned I nearly choked on the mouthful of wine I had just taken. She was still wearing her heels as she walked into the room but she had discarded her skirt and blouse. All she wore was the black satin bra I had seen earlier accompanied by a matching tiny thong, suspenders and stockings. She looked fantastic, like a model on a catwalk and surprisingly I could feel my cock starting to stir into life already. I hadn't noticed earlier that she clutched something in her hand when she had first emerged from the bedroom but now I realised that she held something, which looked remarkably like a vibrator. I couldn't believe it. The woman in front of me was constantly surprising me and I loved it. Quickly I set my drink down and walked over to her. I kissed her deeply, my hands immediately going to her bare bum and grasping her beautiful buttocks. Her arse felt great, it was smooth, round and firm. I turned her so she could lean against the back of the couch. Kissing her once more, I allowed my hands to glide down her sides. Her hour-glass figure felt great to my touch. I nuzzled in at her neck as my hand stroked over the top of her bra. Reaching behind her I unfastened it and peeled the black satin from her body. Her skin felt so soft and silky as my hands caressed her naked breasts, taking each nipple in turn and rolling them between my thumb and finger. I could hear her sigh as I bent my head and nibbled on one of them. Then sucking hard on it, I pulled it into my mouth and ran my tongue over the contours of the areola. My hand grabbed at her other breast squeezing it coarsely and making her back arch. I tried to memorise her every curve as my hands continued to wander over her body. As they smoothed over her hips, I hooked my thumbs into her thong and pulled it down to reveal a perfect strip of pubic hair and a small tattoo of a ladybird. I could feel her wriggle them down further until they fell unhindered past her knees. I then sensed her leg kicking them from her ankle as I continued to run my hands over her hips and thighs. She now wore nothing but the black suspender belt and her stockings. I stood back and admired her. Her breasts sat round and proud, punctuated with the dark hard nipples I had recently savoured. The straps of her suspender belt squarely framed her pubic hair and I could not wait to run my tongue down the middle of her inviting pussy. Wanting to tease her but also to give myself some recovery time I sank to my knees in front of her and parted her legs. I started to kiss her inner thigh, licking and nibbling all around the tops of her stockings. She smelt musky as I drew ever nearer to the lips of her vagina but mischievously I refused to touch the very place I knew she yearned to be stroked as she kept writhing and moving her hips towards me. The aroma of her sex grew mustier the more aroused she got and I needed to know how she tasted. Unable to wait any longer I drew the tip of my tongue down the centre of her lips until it reached the entrance to her vagina and plunged my tongue deep inside her. I could feel her hands at the back of my head forcing my face against her now soaking, wet pussy. Drawing back slightly I licked at her clitoris, using my tongue to massage and encircle it; I felt it engorge under my touch. I then moved down, lapping up her juices, she tasted divine as I drank her in. Mhairi purred and moaned as I continued to stimulate her with my tongue, sucking and flicking. As I moved to try and push my tongue deeper and deeper inside her, my hand knocked against something hard on the floor. Realising it was the vibrator, I looked up but her eyes were closed. From her expression I could see she was taking great pleasure from my tongue and mouth. I flicked the switch on the vibrator and witnessed her eyes suddenly fly open. She looked down at me and beamed. "Oh yes please," she moaned. Fond Memories of Scotland I slid it along her wet slit and teased her clitoris with it before pushing it inside her as far as it would go. Mhairi let out a loud groan and bent her knees slightly. I then slowly withdrew it, allowing just the tip to stay in, vibrating against her lower lips. Once more I slid it in up to the hilt. Her hips bucked as I pulled and pushed it into her. Leaning forward I sucked her clitoris as the vibrator slid up and down. I could feel the vibrations on my chin as I lapped at her pussy. Unexpectedly she pushed me away. I looked up at her questioningly and in reply she turned round and bent over the sofa. "Fuck me from behind." She demanded breathlessly. "Yes Mistress," I responded, more than happy to oblige as she lifted a leg off the ground. I took her sex toy and pushed it once more into her sopping wet fanny. I kissed the cheeks of her sexy arse as I used the vibrator to fuck her just as she had requested. I could hear her breathing become harder as I rammed the vibrator into her. By this time she had lifted her leg onto the top of the couch revealing her puckered arsehole to me. Unable to resist, I ran my tongue down between her cheeks and planted a kiss onto her very sweet arse. Suddenly I realised that she was starting to climax as she started to buck and whimper. I started thrusting the dildo even faster into her as the orgasm quaked through her body. Then hugging her tightly, I held the vibrator still as her body convulsed around it. I could feel all her muscles tense as she squealed and groaned forcing the orgasm from her. "Oh God, that was great," she sighed, trying to catch her breath. Taking the vibrator from me she threw it on to a nearby chair. She then picked up her underwear and pulled it back on before sinking on to the sofa. I leant over and kissed her. "Mmm I can taste me on your lips." "And you taste beautiful." I assured her needlessly. I joined her on the couch and we chatted as we finished the bottle of wine. "Is there any more?" I asked as I emptied the last of it into my glass. "I don't think so but there is a bottle of champagne in the fridge, if you want to get it." I jumped up more than happy to have a rake in her kitchen. I managed to find the champagne without problem and also found some strawberries, which I carried back through to the living room. "Fancy something fruity?" I asked jokingly. "Oh good idea and I have just the place to enjoy them." Mhairi motioned for me to follow her as she walked through yet another door off of her living room. As I entered I could see it was the bathroom, which looked bigger than my bedroom back home. It was tastefully tiled in white and gold and as well as the expected toilet, sink and shower there was a beautiful sunken Jacuzzi bath, which I had not noticed earlier. Mhairi bent over and turned on the taps and I could feel myself harden as I gazed once more on her delicious round bum. We watched each other undress as the bath filled. I was mesmerised as she unclipped her stockings and slowly rolled them down her long, slim legs. By the time she stood naked in front of me I was naked and rock hard. We both slipped into the hot, bubbling water and faced each other. As we made ourselves comfortable I popped the cork on the champagne and we giggled as it exploded and overflowed into the bath alongside us. Sipping the champagne we fed each other strawberries and relaxed in the soothing, aerated bath water. Under the bubbles I could feel her foot resting on my balls as her big toe tickled the underneath of my cock. She placed her other foot on my knee, exposing her smooth, wet leg. I edged my way forward and started to kiss my way up her calf and tongued the back of her knee. As I got further up her leg, I started to gentle sink my teeth into the soft flesh of her inner thigh. She responded by lifting herself up so that she was perched on the side of the tub. The foamy water from the bath ran down over stomach just like the waves had earlier, exposing her beautiful body this time instead of sand. I continued to kiss her as my hands ran up and down her leg. As I bent once more to taste her, I blew my warm breath on to her silky, fine pubic hair and she pushed herself forward, leaning back slightly. To my surprise, she poured her glass of champagne down between her breasts so that it ran as a waterfall over her abdomen and down between her legs, happily I managed to catch the fizzy liquid in my mouth. Holding it on my tongue, I then put my mouth over her wet slit and forced the bubbles against her sensitive clitoris. As the bubbles done there work I could hear Mhairi moan with pleasure. Swallowing the champagne, I sucked on her clit and rubbed my tongue over it. Gasping, she pushed my head away and slipped back into the water underneath me and wrapped her legs around my waist. I lay on top of her and guided my erect cock into her pussy. Mhairi's face took on a startled look as I drove myself into her. I ground against her but found it difficult to get a purchase on the slippy, bath floor. I had to use all my upper arm strength to take long slow strokes in and out of her. It was amazing. The water slopped around us as your bodies clashed together making waves in the Jacuzzi. The muscles in my bum were rock hard as I continued to pump into her. I could feel Mhairi lift up as she positioned her hands under her buttocks forcing her self up and out of the water. She unwrapped her legs and placed them on either side of the bath pushing her self up even further allowing me to thrust deeper into her. Looking down I could see my throbbing cock plunge between her plump, red, cunt lips and then pull out again. My cock glistened as it once more penetrated her. Being able to see myself drive into her was incredible, a sight I will never forget and it made me feel like I was going to burst at the seams. As we both thrust against each other it did not take us long to work towards our peaks. I was unsure how long my arms could take my weight as with all my might I propelled myself back and forward. I could feel my stomach muscles start to contract and I knew I was close to losing it. Jarringly, my whole body tensed as I ejaculated. I groaned loudly, the release was so immense. I could still feel Mhairi continue to grind herself against me, her face contorted wonderfully as I watched her orgasm beneath me. As I looked down on her, her dark, brown eyes opened sleepily and she smiled contentedly. Glad to bend my elbows, I lowered myself gently on to her, our bodies still connected. We lay, regaining our composure, until the bath water started to cool just enjoying the closeness of each other. We soon moved from the now steamy bathroom into her lovely, big bed. We settled down for a cuddle, the intimacy between us now allowing as to lie in silence. Her head rested on my chest, her wet hair cold against my torso as the moisture from it dripped down my side. Mhairi had her leg draped over the top of my thighs and I am sure I dozed slightly as we lay in post-coital bliss. Feeling her head move slightly I looked down into her eyes and felt lost in them. I couldn't help but lean over to kiss her soft lips. She stretched up to meet me and I sank down in the bed so I was looking directly into her eyes. I held her tight as we kissed, kissing as if we would never see each other again. I quickly rolled her on top of me and relished the feel of her soft, smooth skin against mine. Without a word she slid down my front and took my soft cock into her mouth. The warm, wetness of her mouth and the feel of her lips on my shaft soon had me hard as she worked my cock in and out of her mouth. With one swift movement she swung her legs round so that her pussy was only inches from my face. I took the hint and willingly obliged by sliding my tongue along her sweet, already wet lips. However, she didn't let me do this for long as she sat up and moved down my body. Surprisingly, she then impaled herself on my erect penis, facing away from me. Leaning forward, she started to bounce up and down on me. I sat up, resting on my elbows watching her delightful backside raise and fall onto my cock. Just as I started to feel like I had died and gone to heaven she suddenly stopped, climbed off me and pulled open the top drawer of her bedside cabinet. I watched, fascinated as she pulled out another vibrator from the drawer. As I observed, she switched it on and held it against her clit before then sliding it between her pussy lips. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she pleasured herself with the large, battery operated cock. She then turned her back to me and got on to her knees at the bottom of the bed, still fucking herself with the vibrator. Her bum now facing me looked extremely inviting as I looked on. I then followed suit and getting on to my knees, I crawled towards her. I gently took the vibrator from her, noticing it was covered in her juices. I then held the tip of it against her anus allowing the vibrations to ripple against the edge. I could tell she was enjoying the sensations as her head dropped and she pushed her arse higher up in the air. She then shook her bum cheeks a little as if trying to get the dildo to enter her. I gently pushed it in, the head of if forcing the skin aside and entering her. I could feel her pushing back and I held the vibrator still allowing her to be in control as she pushed further back on to it. I knew by the noises she was making that she wanted more and I slowly edged it in a little further for her. Soon the majority of the vibrator had disappeared inside her and as I reached around to finger her, I could feel the vibrations shudder through her body. With my middle finger inside her and my thumb on her clit, I pulled the vibrator back and forward until she started to wail with joy. Out of the blue, she turned into a woman possessed as she screamed, "Get inside me!" I wasn't quite sure where she wanted me but she soon made it clear as she pulled the vibrator from her bum. "Hurry," she demanded thrusting her arse towards me. Not one to argue, I quickly got behind her and held my cock in place. I leant forward with one hand on my erection and the other on the base of her back. Not knowing if the cum that had already leaked from my penis would be enough lubricant, I spat onto my hand and rubbed it over the end of my cock. I then pushed it against her puckered hole. I think I was trying to be too gentle as I couldn't seem to get it in but unexpectedly she pushed abruptly back on to me and suddenly her tight arse gave way and the head of my cock slid inside. I took a deep breath and got used to the tight sensation her arse was having around my cock. Wow. I slowly started to push further into her and then draw back; my foreskin was being forced tightly back as I pressed myself up against her. Mhairi looked over her shoulder at me, "Fuck me harder," she insisted. Gaining more confidence I started to build up the pace. Mhairi then started going wild the harder I fucked her. My balls pummelled her pussy as they swung back and forth. I grabbed tight on to her hips and pulled her firmly onto me as my cock pushed further up her arsehole. I then felt her hand reach between her legs, I thought she was masturbating her clitoris but then a new sensation took over as I started to feel vibrations ripple through her. She was now fucking herself with the vibrator as I shagged her arse. Every time I thrust into her it felt like the head of my cock was touching the vibrator and it was electric. I was so hot, the sweat was dripping from me as we fucked. Just the thought of the plastic cock in her cunt and my own cock up her arse was enough to push me over the edge, I tried to keep going for as long as I could but the tightness of her anus was just too much for me. I grunted loudly, shocking myself when the noise escaped from my lips, as I pumped my hot semen into her arse. Mhairi still had the vibrator buried deep into her cunt as she rapidly fucked herself with it. I pulled my now spent penis from her bum and leant forward grabbing her tits as they swung beneath her. As I roughly squeezed her nipples, she positioned the vibrator against her clitoris. Her head came up and her back arched to the point I thought it would surely snap. I clung on to her as she cried out like a woman in labour and shook like a wet puppy as yet another orgasm coursed through her body. Afterwards we collapsed on to the bed, exhausted and replete. We sounded like two asthmatics as we lay there our breathing erratic, thin films of sweat covering our bodies. We were now lying with her heads at the bottom of the bed and we snuggled into each other and pulled the duvet over us. I lay there feeling debauched and quite wicked, deriving great satisfaction when I thought back over the last day. It was as if all my dreams had come true, every League and Cup Final won by my team with me not even sitting in the dug-out cheering them on but on the pitch and scoring the winner. I sensed that Mhairi was now sound asleep next to me and I gently untangled myself from her limbs. Trying not to wake her I crept from the room and retrieved my clothes from the bathroom floor. I found a pen and scribbled my mobile number on the pad by the phone, asking her to call me when she woke. I then quietly left the apartment, pulling the door shut behind me. -0- That was exactly a year ago this weekend. I waited all the next day for her call but sadly it did not come. Although I never lost hope, my mobile remained silent for the rest of my trip to Scotland. I didn't return to her village the following day, trying to convince myself it was for the best but a year on and I still think of her and that extraordinary weekend nearly every day. That's why I am going back. I have booked into the same hotel and I will take the same walk along the beach. I just hope it isn't me staring out to sea looking as if I am waiting for my long lost lover to return. Fond Memories: The Tale by the Sis I had just recently inherited my father's house after he passed away. It was far away from the town I grew up in but it was closer to the main city, which I loved. My very own house at the age of 24, how great is this!? I moved in shortly after the summer of 2004 started and was there by myself. I had no friends or relatives nearby, so it was nice to get away from the usual drama and back-fence talking I had endured in my small hometown. My brother was just turning 21, so we celebrated it just before I left by going to the bar with our mother and one of her guy-friends. Our mother never really kept a good relationship. Too high strung, I think she was, but a great mother. Both my brother and I came from different fathers, which both divorced our mom, but we grew up as regular siblings do. At the bar, we spoke of memories long forgotten, one particular time where I had come back to live with our mother after spending time at my father's house before he passed. My mom had just moved to a new town so no one knew me there at the time. She moved quite frequently, actually, so I'm used to no one knowing me by now. My brother in his early sexual spectator days had conjured up a game of spin the bottle with some neighbor kids while our mom was out working a late night. I knew she wouldn't be home but I knew he would. What I didn't know was what was going on in the lower family room. Half-naked girls making out with boys in their boxers in a circle with a bottle in the middle. I walked in and saw the lot of them there and got excited, despite my brother's wanting me to leave, I wanted to stay and be apart of the group. There were a few cute guys there as I remember, as well as my bro, he wasn't so bad either. We laughed while taking our drinks at the bar remembering the spin the bottle night. Who would have thought that his sister was wild enough to play a sexual game amongst strangers, especially when her own brother is in the mix. Especially when no one knew they were siblings. For all anyone knew, I was just another girl that was invited to play the game. As we reminisced, we came to the part when I spun the bottle and it landed on Scott. What was I to do? I wasn't going to back out, even if it meant kissing my own brother, so I did it without hesitation. He, on the other hand was a little stunned by the move. The rules of the game were that each time we landed on someone we had already kissed, we had to go a little bit further with them. So he spun and landed on me, we kissed. So I spun and it landed on him again, so the crowd was chanting for us to do tongue. So he spun and it landed on another girl whom I thought was the best looking one of the bunch. She had already her top off and from what I could tell, was about to go even further with my brother than anyone in the group. They got up and went to the closet for a bit of "alone" time. When they came out, his hair was messy and he had lipstick all over his face. So when it was her turn, it landed on me. A girl had to kiss a girl. Of course, it wasn't that way with the guys, but I was for it. We leaned over and kissed a peck on the lips. The guys cried out for more, but we wouldn't wanted to have ruined the fun so soon. As we carried on at the bar, my brother and I remembered the part was quite the keepsake. He spun the bottle to land on me again and it was our time to go into the closet.… We were snapped out of our memories by a somewhat drunken mother telling us we needed to get home. On our way home, it was a comfortable silence among the three of us. "So you're leaving for good this time, Karyn?" Scott says to me. "No, not exactly. It's just a house for me to live in. Doesn't mean I'm trapped there for all eternity. Of course I'll be around to visit. And you could come visit me if you wanted to." "Yeah, that's cool. I'm so jealous of your dad being somewhat rich and my dad being a nobody." I had expected a protest from my mother but she was passed out in the back seat. We had gotten home and I went straight to bed to rest up for my 2 hour drive to my new house. I didn't have much to take with me. Just clothes and CD's. Nothing that didn't fit in my car. I packed up and left before anyone woke up because I hate long goodbye's and I know my mom does not. A few weeks went by in my new house. I had gotten comfortable. I got a cell phone as a home phone. I got to know the area pretty well. My dad was pretty well off so I didn't need to immediately look for a job just yet. I was taking the time to relax and stretch out a bit. I had just gotten home from the gym when I got an excited call from my brother back in my hometown. "Karyn, It's Scott. What's going on?" He asks "Just got home from the gym. What's this tone in your voice? You're excited about something, I can tell. What do you want from me?" I laughed "Well, it's this girl I met online.." He says. "She lives in the same city you do and wants to hook up this weekend. So I thought I would ask if I could crash at your place in case things don't work out. But I highly doubt they won't." He continues. "Okay, well, I have nothing going on so that's fine. Do you have a plan as to where you're going to meet this girl?" "Yeah, she suggested a bar called DVS, heard of it?" He asks. "I think so. Still don't know the area all that well, but I might have driven by it." "Cool!" He says "I'll need for you to drive me there. My car took a shit on me so I'll be taking the bus out there." "Alright then." I say eager to get off the phone to get ready for my night out. "I'll see ya then. Bye now lil bro." Without letting him speak back I hung up the phone to hop in the shower to get ready for the evening I had planned. I had just ran into a girl I knew from high school who was now bi-sexual and I was really interested in it. I had always been interested since I kissed that girl that night of spin the bottle. I got ready in tight knee high tube skirt and halter demi top, heels and look-alike pearl beads around my neck and ankle. I met with Catherine at a downtown bar and she seemed to have company. A tall male that looked to be a hunky Abercrombie model. I hate those types of guys but oh well, I just went along with it. As the night drew on with little to do with Catherine and more to do with this guy, Stephen, I was getting bored. Catherine had been flirting with both of us and everyone around her. But Stephen had his eye on me. I pulled her aside and said that I am having to go. She kissed me right there like a drunken lush. I admit, I was turned on by it, so I went with it. She convinced me to stay, but then I saw Stephen, It convinced me to leave. "Hey Catherine, did you want to get out of here? My place isn't that far from here." I say as I try to over power the loud music playing in the club. "Sure baby, let me just tie up a few loose ends." As she left my presence. After that she took too long to come back. My short patience for drunken lushes got even shorter when I saw her kissing two guys at once. I just pushed the waiting breath from my chest out, picked up my purse and threw myself out of the club. As I was leaving, I was closely followed by my admirer, Stephen. "Where are you off too babe?" He asks me in his debonair style Resisting his charm, I brushed him off like a mosquito on my arm saying "Just leaving. Your girlfriend didn't seem to have her priorities straight!" "Well, I've just learned to accept that. She is quite thrilling for me. We always have threesomes with other girls. You're the first that has walked out on us." "Oh really!?" I gasp out. "Well, I'm just not that type of girl." When actually I was aching to do something like that, I just didn't want to show it. I didn't feel like succumbing to desperate loser waiting for her to come back to me. Fuck it all! If I want it, I can get it. I'm not going to wait around. I don't have the patience to be second in line. Without letting him say another word, I turned around and walked away. He quickly yelled out to me before I got into my car "We'll see each other again. I know you've wanted me from the get go and I know that Catherine wants your pussy!!" "What an asshole!" I drove home furious. "What a fucking night!" I lay in bed now after a warm bath that soothed my nerves quite well. I thought about the other night talking with my brother at the bar remembering the night of spin the bottle. I remembered our time in the closet. I remember being excited about the fact that one there new that we were siblings and that we could have done whatever we wanted and no one would have known about it. But we didn't. I just remember saying to him "we should just mess up our hair or something so it looks like we made out in here." I remember giggling a lot to let them know that we were having a good time in it all. I thought about what we could have done though. It excited me more and more knowing that we could have gotten away with anything. Oh well, let's not live in the past. An uneventful week led up to the arrival of my brother on foot in the afternoon. Fuck! I totally forgot he was coming! I was lounging around all that day watching TV in my new satin negligee I had just bought from a local boutique. It was white with lacey trim, a high bikini cut and a pink ribbon laced bodice style upper body piece. My god it was sexy! But here was my brother at the front door waiting to be let in and I'm walking around like a madam. "Just a minute, Scott. I'll be right there!" I quickly yelled to buy me some time. I took the sexy piece off and threw it on my bed and reached for some nearby jeans and a t-shirt from the closet. I quickly ran to the door to open it revealing my brother in the hot sun carrying a huge duffle bag and a protective suit bag. "Good lord! What, are you staying a week?" I asked sarcastically. "No! I just got the necessities for a great weekend. Some nice clothes, nice shoes, a bottle of champagne, a bottle of rum, a fine array of colognes, some condoms, and my bathroom essentials." I invited him in and gave him the tour not realizing my bedroom door was open and the first thing to notice was my white negligee laying there in perfect view. He invited himself in the bedroom and went straight to it. I was embarrassed. "You must have some big plans! I must be intruding." He laughed and held it up in front of him. "Were you expecting someone else and became disappointed it was only me?" I laughed as he did. "Shut up, Scott. I just got it because it's my girly right. Now give it to me." I quickly swiped it from his grasp and put it away. "So tell me about this girl? You actually met someone off the internet?" "Yeah, she's pretty feisty too. She's the one that wanted to meet me." He continues. "She's pretty thin and tan, likes to party and club, and she says she's bi. That seemed enough for me. I can tell she wants to hook up." "How can you tell? you've only talked to her online." "And on the phone a few times. I can tell. And these internet girls are pretty easy. I've done it before with no problems." He says. Surprised I turn to him in shock, "You've slept with girls from the internet before? I didn't even know it was possible." Somehow I was moved by this new intriguing fact that had only been a myth to me until now. My own little brother getting his women online. As appalled as I was, I was also turned on. I wondered how many bi girls I could meet online. "So, she's bi, huh?" I continue. "Yes, and loves it. She seems pretty kinky, and seemed pretty into me, so I figured I should give it a shot. As much as I don't plan on staying here with you and your mysterious lover coming over to see you in your white sexual outfit, I have to be prepared to be let down. It happens from time to time in these situations. But we've gone as far as phone sex, and I don't think a girl could turn down the pleasure of real sex after great phone sex like that." I just replied, "Hmmm." but really was interested in this technique my brother had conjured up and more over interested in this type of girl he has in line. Maybe I could meet someone like this. If he met one, I should be able to find one too, I thought. Scott speaks out to interrupt my thoughts, "So what are your plans tonight, Karyn?" "Well, I was going to stay home, but I had totally forgotten that you were coming, so I guess my plan is to take you there, but I'm not going to drop you off. I have to meet this girl and, uh… make sure she's okay for you to go home with." I said slyfully, when, actually I was more interested in meeting her and even perhaps stealing her away from my brother. Nah, I couldn't be such a down hearted bitch like that. I'll just go along for the ride and see what happens. "We'd better be getting ready because she wants me to meet her there in a few hours." He said. "I also want to get something to eat before we go out, so I'm going to hop in the shower now." We got all ready to go out that night as if we were dressed to kill. I don't know why, but I felt compelled to look as sexy as I did the other night. I put on a pair of thigh high stockings and a garter to hold them, a string thong, backless satin top, stilettos and black flare skirt that came to about mid thigh. I turned myself on by that. He had on a nice button up shirt with a loose tie and a pair of twill slacks with some stylish shoes. I swear, he spent more on his clothes than on his car. He looked pretty good. I'm surprised he cleans up really well. It must be for his meeting this girl. She must have put a spell on him to make him wheeze and drool over her. We got to the club after eating some quick chicken sandwiches and he set off on his voyage to find her as I made myself comfortable at the bar waiting to get hit on. God, I love it! I knew I would go home with someone tonight. I was waiting for the first prospector to approach and when he finally did, I got excited, until I turned around and saw who it was… "Stephen?" I said as a total let down. "Why can't I have a decent guy approach me?" "Come on! I'm decent. I'm sorry for what I said earlier. I was a little drunk and upset with Catherine myself. You see, she's not really my girlfriend, she's more like a fuck buddy. I'm just one of the guys on her long ass list to have fun with and it's not amusing to me either." He continues, "Right now she's onto some internet schmuck…" Oh my god! Before he could finish his sentence, I tuned him out and put two and two together. I turned around and scanned the room for my brother and there he was in a booth talking to, who other than the woman herself, Catherine. T'is a small world! I brushed Stephen aside trying to avoid him and rushed over to my brother. "Oh, Hello miss Houdini" Catherine applied her attention to me referring to my disappearance the other night. I simply replied, "yeah, yeah, yeah!" and reached over to grab my brother, "Can I talk to you for a sec, Scott?" He laughs, "What is it, Karyn? And what's with the Houdini remark?" "Did that girl tell you her name?" I ask. "Of course, It's Gabrielle." He replied. "No, It's Catherine, and I guarantee you that she'll ditch you in a second." "What? You're kidding, look at the way she was all over me." I reply to hit him back as a I look back at her "Look at the way she's all over everyone else." He turns to find her flirting with the guys in the booth next to her, and started to get discouraged. "Come on," I say, "You don't need her, there are plenty of other girls here for you, but I need you to do me a favor for me. I have to give you a new task because I don't want this night or your trip to be a total waste…" "Okay." he says disappointingly. "Okay then, there's this guy who is associated with your new friend and he keeps trying to hit on me. I want to avoid him but I can't do that if I'm alone, so I need you to pretend to hit on me while I'm at the bar to keep him off my back. That way, you can make your new friend jealous and she may come trying to take you from me. Does that sound like a good deal?" My brother was never one to give up so easily, especially for a trampy girl like this. I knew he had it in him. He pulled himself together and acknowledged me. "Sure, that sounds fine. But she knows we already know each other." I quickly cut him off, "Just say we've dated before. She might try to say some lame stuff about me, but oh well. All you really need to do is rescue me from Don Johnson over there. He thinks he's god's gift to women and I don't like him at all. You got it?" I say to him putting on a new portrayal as if we were once a couple and I'm his ex girlfriend trying to win him back. I had to put my game face on because I didn't want Scott to end up with the hooker and I didn't want to wooed by the ladies' man. We went over to the bar and ordered ourselves some drinks. The plan worked almost immediately. My brother had paid no attention to the girl he was originally with. I could see Catherine getting a little unnerved at the fact he wasn't with her. Instead he was with me, his potential hook-up; or so it might seem to anyone else. No one here knows we are siblings. It reminds me a certain night I had alone with my brother in the closet during a game of spin the bottle. Quite a thrill knowing that no one knows we are siblings, and yet, have the potential to be anything but. But that wasn't the case right now. My concern was keeping mister I-wanna-fuck off my back. As much as I wanted to help my brother get the attention of Catherine, I wanted to be selfish and keep him around me. It would be like our time at the bar on his 21st birthday. We laughed and had a good time. He turned his attention to me, "So how's the new place holding up for you?" "Oh Scott, don't ask stupid questions. Act like you're interested in me. Touch my hand or put your hand on my back, or something. I'm really into you. Just convince yourself you're really into me. We have to look convincing or else we'll be found out." "Okay" He continues. "So what's up with the white lingerie, Karyn. What was your real plan with that?" "Well, Scott," as I drink my drink, "It wasn't planned for anything. I just got it because I like lingerie. The truth is that I'm infatuated with it. I love wearing it, I love buying, and to be honest, I like to see another girl wearing it." He gasps, "Oh wow! You're into girls too!?" "Now, now, keep it down. It's not that I'm into girls, I'm on curiously into girls." He blurts out "Did anything happen between you and Gabrielle?" "No, it wasn't like that. I knew her from a while ago when I went to school out here. She told me she was bi and we did have plans to hook up, but I think her plans were a little to much for me, so I stood her up." "Oooh!" he replied. "hence the Houdini remark." "Right. So I believe she was planning on having a threesome with this guy who's wanting to jump me and myself, not to mention however many other people she was trying to invite." "So you're just not into the whole threesome plus thing?" He asks. "No, it's not that, it's just it wasn't my time yet. I have yet to be with a girl, I don't need to jump bridges and start a whole gang bang on my first time being bi." We laughed together. "So let me get this straight, you want to have sex with a girl because you're bi-curious, and after you do that, you'd be up for threesomes, and whoever else knows. You like lingerie, so I assume you and your girlfriends would wear it all in your threesomes. Man! You're pretty kinky, sis. I didn't know you had it in you." "What about you? Mister I meet girls on the internet. Just what are you looking for?" "I guess someone like you." He laughs "Hmm" I reply "Remember that time in the closet all those years ago?" He stops his smirking immediately, "Yes, why?"