23 comments/ 86052 views/ 13 favorites Getting Closer By: om2001 The wind lashed the hair around her face and the rain soaked through her clothes to her skin. Her name was Leah; she was an average 18 year old girl who had just finished studying from university and was now on her way home. At the time it seemed to be an ok plan to walk home as it was only a 30min walk from the university and when she set out after saying goodbye to all her colleagues and tutors it night air was warm and gentle with a nice chilly breeze. Thankfully it was summer time and so it was the time of "light nights" where the nights were almost as light as the day and so everyone would be safe to walk the streets compared to in the winter and Leah wanted to do just so. It wouldn't be fair to call Leah ugly or even unattractive; she was in fact, the definition of the word 'Beautiful'. She was the type of girl who walked through the halls oblivious to all the stares at her, she was the type of girl to walk into a class and you have to stop your conversation with your best friends just to watch her sensually move to her chair. And the best thing about her beauty was... she did even know it. To give a picture about what she looked like... imagine a model of your wildest dreams and then times it by 10, she was 5"9 tall with golden sun blonde hair that looked as if it belonged to god himself. Her eyes were blue and her frame was slim, she was not what you might think of skinny but she was the perfect picture, not skinny, not overweight but the perfect proportion in all the right places. Because it was the last class of the semester she had just finished she was not dressed as all the other girls was in the town ready to go and hit the clubs, instead she was wearing a sensible white t-shirt with a matching white bra underneath with denim jeans and white Nike trainers. Because the rain had not started when she had left she was not wearing a coat or any other protective clothing to keep away the chill or the rain and she was beginning to feel the effects. Within twenty minutes of walking the downpour of relentless rain her body from head to toe was soaked with her once white shirt now clinging to her slender body and as see-through as if she was wearing nothing. Her white lace bra was not so hidden anymore but was on full display to all of the males who came out and were brave enough to face the storm. she was now only a couple of streets away from her house and just had to pass through one more alley before she could get changed in to something more warm and settle in for the night with a cup of coca. Just as she began to turn into the alley she noticed in the corner of her eye that there was a group of teenage boys checking her out. Normally she would not be bothered about such an inconvenience but given the storm and how she looked she began to hurry her pace to get home. Almost immediately the group of four males began to follow her down the alley, thinking of some way to protect herself from the group she reached inside to her right jean pocket and grabbed her blue colored ball point pen, with one click at the end the pen sprung downwards ready to be used; having a pen to use against four attackers may not have been the best weapon to have but given all she was carrying she would not go without a fight. She was but a few steps down the alley from the safety of the street when she noticed that the gang of lads were now rapidly coming towards her, what scared her above all was the menacing look in their eyes as if she was not threat. She held on the pen in her pocket more tightly. "Hey beautiful want any company." One of the voices called out from behind. She decided to ignore the remark and carried on walking. She was but halfway through the alley when she stopped dead in her tracks, one of the men behind her had placed a hand on her shoulder. "Get off me!" she yelled at the top of her voice while at the same time swinging round to meet her attacker and lifting the pen out to stab him wherever she stuck. Her hit failed to strike anything as when her pen flew out of the pocket and aimed towards the mans' neck her wrist was caught by another of the group and her only defense was forced out of her grasp. Now she was doomed. No protection. No escape. No help. The men circled the prey as a lion would when hunting. "Come on boys, this is going to be fun." One of the males spoke, he was a teenage lad about the same age as Leah but his skin was as dark as the night sky and his head half covered by a bandanna. His clothing was much like the rest of his friends: Black shirt, black jeans and black shoes. "Hey babe, how about a kiss." another one of the males stated as if it was nothing more than harmless fun, Leah turned around to meet the man looking at her and stared into his eyes. He was a white male with soaked black hair and green eyes that showed exactly what he wanted...her. "Please just let me go, I don't want no trouble." Leah sobbed to the man she was looking at. Compassion showed in her eyes as tears masked by the downpour ran down her smooth cheeks. "Well, then it just ain't you fucking day is it sweetheart." The same white male spoke. In an effortless take-down the male launched her to the floor. While she was watching his eyes his left leg slowly wrapped around her left thigh with his ankle resting on her knee joint and in one swift movement he barged his shoulder in to hers knocking her to the floor. Her back slammed with some force knocking the wind out of her in a sharp gasp. All men surrounded the woman on the floor taking their time to watch the innocent female looking back at them with fear in her eyes. "Razz, Moose, Hand make sure this bitch knows her place." The white male exclaimed. The two men standing at her body reached down and held her wrists to the floor placing all their weight onto her arms. As much as she struggled to break her captors bonds she was futile. They were too strong for her to get free and did not budge no matter how much her body withered underneath them. One of the men at her feet then jumped on her ankles stopping her random flailing from striking home. Now that she was completely subdued to her attackers and there was no way she was going to be a bother, the leader of the group, the white male she had been speaking to knelt on the floor staring at her see-through top and lace white bra underneath. "No. HELP! HELP!" she screamed to no one in particular but hoping a passer-by would spot the attack and intervene. No one came. The leader of the group stopped what he was doing and walked around to her side before planting the hardest kick he could muster directly into her ribs. She screamed in agony of the kick although no on around cared enough of her to notice. Once he was satisfied she was quiet besides her unheard sobs and pleas he returned to her legs and knelt down in between her thighs. His hands ran all over her legs, her shins, her thighs before moving upwards to her waist. He grabbed the top of her jeans and yanked them downwards exposing her panties, he didn't stop there and completely ripped them off her legs despite her intense struggle to stop him. "If you don't stop struggling I swear to god I'm going to make that last kick seem like a relief" He spat leaning over her body so he was face to face with his victim lying on her back. To prove his power over her he grabbed a fist of her golden hair and yanked her hair upwards as if he was trying to pull her hair out of her head -- the pain was worse than she imagined as hairs were ripped out of her scalp, yet despite the pain she could not scream. It wasn't like she didn't want to but as she opened her mouth to scream no words or sounds of any type came out. Finally he released his grasp and brushed the hairs in his hand over his top so his hands were free. He continued his work. He grabbed her panties and just as the jeans ripped them from her body and threw then in a pile on top of her jeans. Her clean, shaven, untouched pussy was exposed to the chilly air and rain. The mans' eyes, along with everyone else's stared at what she was attempting to hide with her thighs. "Hot damn guys, I don't think this one has even had a cock before." One of the men holding her arms exclaimed while still holding down her arm, she was unsure which of the two had spoken. "Please don't do this please." She sobbed and pleaded knowing what they all wanted to do. She hoped she could persuade them otherwise "Please no. I am a virgin and never done this before." Obviously she had never done anything before, she was a good girl and the closest she had ever come to sex before was with her last boyfriend a few years back and that was only a blowjob. Encouraged even more by what she had said the man between her legs got even more excited and Leah noticed a bulge rapidly grow to life in his pants. She screamed no one last time but her hand was soon covered tightly by a hand from one of the men above. The man between her legs moved closer his face inches away from her unsoiled pussy. His tongue extended outwards before poking at her slit. He had no experience with what he was doing and was not doing so to get her off but because he wanted to. "Damn guys she is soaking." He shouted from above to the men facing him. "Mmmm...so sweet, I bet your going to love this." The men laughed, not at what he said but knowing she was wet from the rain bearing down on her. Laughing at his stupidity. As if there was a fire in his pants he ripped his trousers downwards along with his boxers together. Immediately his raging hard-on sprang up staring straight at the virgin pussy awaiting him. He inched forwards to his goal before stopping mere centimeters in front of her. The head of his penis resting on her slit. His face moved to hers and in her ears he whispered the countdown she was dreading. 5...4...3...2...1... Go. With nothing left to loose he quickly, and without watching stabbed his cock forwards, but without the aiming he missed the target and hit just below her pussy to her ass. A roar of laughter burst from his friends knowing he missed the goal, determined to make it right this time he grabbed his dick hard as if he was mad at it and not himself and ran it vertically down her slit. He pushed forward until the bulbous head of his penis was just resting inside, he wasn't going to miss again, just as before he wanted to enter her sharply with speed and aggression. He restarted his countdown. 5..4..3..2..1 Within the exact second of counting to one a house brick flew through the air and stuck the man in the face, as if in slow-motion the projectile flew and struck home right in the mans' face, blood spewed in the opposite direction upon impact splattering Leah who lay beneath him. His head rocketed backwards along with his body pulling out of the girl and collapsing to the floor bleeding out a gnarly gash above his eye socket, the man was out cold. Leah did not manage to see her attacker but the last image she saw was the attacker fly back as if he had been hit by the world's most powerful brick. Within milliseconds of their leader being hurled away the three remaining men stoop up releasing their hold over Leah. She desperately crawled away from the attackers towards where she hoped her clothes were but when she looked at the ground they were nowhere to be found, instead she curled up into the foetal position and cried to herself. The three remaining men charged to the assailant, the quickest of the three reached the man first and swung a knockout blow towards the vigilante. The man saw the punch being thrown almost before the attacker thought about it and in one graceful moment moved his left leg behind his right and spun around watching as the punch flew past him. Once the mans' punch was past him he threw his right arm out in a quick snap action that struck his attackers ribs knocking the man to the floor clutching in pain. By the time that the other two had reached the vigilante he had recovered from the stance and was now ready to battle again. The other two reached the man simultaneously and both threw the same hook punch at the man, one on the left the other on the right. Again, showing all the grace of a warrior he did not flinch at the attacks and in graceful and mastered movements his right arm extended up and hooked the man's punch in his biceps so that the attackers arm was now resting in his grasp. With speed and agility brought his own forearm downwards in such a way that he maneuvered his attackers arm into the path of the left hook, even though they were less than a few seconds of speed between them. The left hook stuck the right attackers' bicep causing a sharp gasp of pain from the other man. Then with the same motion he brought his left knee up and stuck the right man in the abdomen with a sickening thud causing him to kneel over, then with the same leg he twisted his knee right and landed his heel in the other mans' abdomen before bringing his right arm over his left, grabbing the attackers neck from behind and dropping his hip causing the attacker to topple over and heaved into the mans' shoulder. Then with the skill of a wrestler he launched his body back up throwing the man off his shoulders and into the man on the floor clutching his abdomen; both men impacted on the floor bodies colliding in an almighty clash. The thrown man was knocked out just as the man before him while the man already on the floor with another man thrown on top of him by freak chance ( or not) banged his head on the floor at impact and was severely dazed. With the fight finished he vigilante walked over the damsel in distress. His lean and muscular body shadowing over her petite and scared frame. Leah looked up at her saviour and without her knowing her face displayed a thousand emotions. But most of all surprise. "Are you Ok?" Asked the vigilante. "Hey bro." Leah replied. Getting Closer to Friend's Dad I climbed out of the pool and adjusted my swimming costume to make sure it was covering everything that it should be. I said see you later to John, Sarah's Dad, who was at the pool as well and headed into the changing rooms. I opened my locker and took my stuff out and headed to have a shower. The changing rooms were communal, as were the showers, but there were a handful of locking cubicle ones, one of which was spare so I went in. I took my shampoo and conditioner out of my bag and zipped it up before hanging it on the back of the door. I learned my lesson early that you need a water proof bag or to leave it in the locker and collect later. I slipped my costume off and kicked it to the wall so it was out of the way; I double checked that the door was locked properly before having a shower. I dried myself off and wrapped myself in the towel tucking it under my left arm, wrapping it around myself and tucking the end into itself to hold it in place. I swept my hand down my back and front to make sure the towel was long enough and sat properly, which it was, before picking up my bag, shower bottles and swimming costume. I unlocked the door using my elbow as my hands were full and left the cubicle, checking behind me to make sure I hadn't left anything. The communal area was chaos as usual; the kids lessons had just finished so around 15 kids were fighting over the 10 available shower heads while a collection of parents watched them and wiped soap from crying eyes as and when required. I tip toed around the mine field of shampoo bottles and abandoned rucksacks while avoiding kids. I was just about clear of the showers when a small kid, 5 or 6 years old probably, dodged passed me and used my towel to help him change direction. It instantly slipped and went loose as I tried to catch it with my elbow, but I was too late. My towel unwrapped in what felt like slow motion and dropped to the floor. "Shit," I blurted out as I twisted my arms and legs as I tried to cover myself. "Liam," a parent snapped as she grabbed the kid and looked at me, "I am so, so sorry." The hustle and bustle of the changing rooms quietened to an almost deathly silence as I stood awkwardly in the middle of a communal changing area totally uncovered. I could feel the cool air all over my body further enhancing the realisation that I was very much naked. Kids giggled and pointed as the adults just stood in silence; the men stared as the women looked away, making sure their respective partners did as well. I scurried into a changing room and slammed the door dropping my stuff onto the bench and locking the door. My heart was pounding as I processed what had just happened. "Fi," I heard John say as my towel got passed under the cubicle, "You okay?" "Yeah," I said, my voice breaking as tears welled up and I took the towel. I choked back the tears and properly dried myself off. I got dressed and just sat on the bench for what felt like ages. I wanted everyone who had just seen me to not be around when I went out. I left it 30 minutes and slowly opened the door and left. "Hey," I heard John say as I left the building, "You want a lift?" "Thanks," I said as I got into his car. "You okay?" he asked looking at me, sounding genuinely concerned. "No," I said as I lost my battle with the tears that I had been fighting. I didn't even know why I was crying; I had lost more strip games than I cared to count, I had streaked around the very same changing rooms for dares and the like in my youth, but for some reason, the tears just streamed out of me. "Aww come on," he said touching my shoulder, "Don't let it upset you." "I am being silly," I replied wiping my eyes, grateful that I had no make-up on. He handed me a tissue as he just looked at me and smiled not really knowing what to say or do as a grown woman practically had a breakdown in his car. "Did you see..." I started but stopped as my voice broke again. He paused and looked at me for a moment before replying, "Only from behind." I took another tissue as I started to regain my composure again. As I breathed in my breaths stuttered as they do when you are crying. "What a day, half the world sees me naked, then I cry like a baby," I stammered between breaths, "So sorry." "I think half the world is maybe a little far-fetched," he said with a smile, "Drama queen." "Yeah maybe," I muttered returning his smile as I screwed the tissue up in my hand and looked at him. "If it is any consolation you have an awesome ass," he said, holding my gaze and smiling. "Not really," I laughed "but thanks." "Not that I was looking," he protested too eagerly. "Yeah, yeah," I said as I regained control of my breathing and started to calm down again, "You weren't looking yet still managed to classify it as awesome," I added with a grin. "Maybe a small peak," he said. "You okay now?" he asked as he smiled back at me. "Yeah," I said, "Sorry." "No need to be sorry," he replied as he started the car and backed out of the space. "You going home?" "Is Sarah in?" I asked. "Nar, she is on some University educational trip," he said raising an eye brow at me. "Piss up?" I suggested. "Most likely," he said, "Paid for by bank of Dad of course." "Of course, man of many uses you," I said smiling at him, "Home then; fending for myself tonight." "Parents out?" he asked. "Yeah, better social life than me," I replied. "What're you having?" he asked. "Pizza is probably favourite," I answered. "I could do pizza if you want company?" he said. "Sounds good," I said. "Bank of second Dad?" I asked. "Go on then ya cheeky bitch," he said laughing. I had known Sarah since I can remember and by extension her Dad. He was like a second Dad to me as I spent half my youth around at her house or her at mine. Some people would maybe see having dinner with your best mates Dad a bit weird, but it was normal, with the added bonus he was paying. We got back to his and he parked up. I grabbed my bag and followed him into the house. "I will have the usual," he said, "Order what you want," he added as he threw me a credit card. "Ta, will do," I said as I switched on the iPad and ordered online. "Do we want starters?" I shouted up to him. "Sounds good," he shouted back. I finished up the order and switched the TV on. I kicked my shoes off and tucked my legs underneath me making myself at home. Around 20 minutes later he came back downstairs freshly showered and sat on the sofa opposite me. He put his card back into his wallet and threw it onto the empty chair as he sat down wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. "That is better," he said as he sat down, "all showered." "Just have one at swimming?" I said. He just looked at me and raised his eye brows, "No one wants to see me naked," he said with a smile. "Funny," I said, "I am sure no one wanted to see me really." "19 years old, slim, fit, well toned... hmmm," he said smiling at me. "40? Good shape, toned stomach..." I said cheekily sticking my tongue out. "Yeah, think you easily win that battle," he said. "You hitting on your daughter's best mate?" I teased. "You hitting on her Dad?" he retorted. "Touché," I replied smiling at him. "Where are my manners? Do you want a drink?" he asked standing up. "Yeah please," I said. He headed off into the kitchen and I heard the fridge door open. He poked his head round the door frame, "Beer?" he asked, to which I just nodded. He handed me a bottle of Becks and sat back down placing his on the table. The pizza arrived and was quickly eaten between us. We watched car crash TV as we chatted about anything and everything. One beer turned into several and at around 22:30 Friends started: "The strip poker episode." I shifted on the sofa awkwardly as the strip poker scene approached. Watching anything like that with "parents" is weird and uncomfortable. The conversation died down as we watched it, us both just drinking sips of beer to keep ourselves busy. The pillows got grabbed by the boys as they got interrupted and the credits rolled. "Blokes always lose," he said as he smiled at me. "Not always..." I said suggestively returning his smile. He just smiled back and paused for a few moments, "Have you ever played?" he asked. "Poker specifically?" I asked as I clarified he was asking me if I had ever played a strip game. "Well... strip anything," he said trailing off towards the end. "Yeah..." I said smiling. "To poker or anything else?" he quizzed. "All of the above," I replied with a smile. "Oh really," he exclaimed sounding genuinely surprised, "Have you ever lost?" he asked looking at with a smile. "Erm..." I said looking at him and then the floor, "Maybe..." "Have you ever lost badly?" he pressed as his eyes glanced down my body to my bare knees and back up to my face again. "Oh, quite badly," I replied, looking him in the eyes again. "Badly, badly?" he asked, his eyes locked onto mine. "Birthday suit," I confirmed. "Wow," he said glancing between my legs as though he was using imagination, "Totally... you know... naked?" he added, the word "naked" barely audible. "Naked as the day I was born," I replied feeling myself flush a little. I knew him fairly well, but we have never discussed this sort of topic before. "Awesome," he said, "I don't mean awesome you lost, just, you not wimping out," he added back-tracking slightly. I just looked at him and smiled, "Yeah, yeah, bet as a male you would rather girls lose than boys." "Well yeah, assuming Sarah wasn't there..." he said smiling at me, "What games have you played?" "She wasn't. Played a few, most end at underwear though. Played poker, Snap, Risk, Monopoly, matching pairs..." I answered smiling at him. "Which one ended in birthday suit?" he asked. "Not at all nosey are you?" I replied. "Sorry," he said. "Is fine. Monopoly," I said. Deciding to not admit I have probably lost most of the games at some point, I just selected Monopoly. "How does that work?" he asked sounding genuinely interested in the concept. "Normal Monopoly game; if you run out of money you can sell or borrow against clothing. If you borrow against something you only get half. Like, if your top is worth 500, if you sell it and remove it you get 500, if you borrow against it you can keep it on, but you only get 250," I explained. "Take ages to play?" he asked. "Couple of hours until someone loses, when it goes two versus one it turns into a slow motion strip game," I replied smiling at him "How many were playing?" he asked. "Four," I said, "Two girls, two boys." "Was it close?" he asked. "Nope, not really," I said matter of factly, "We got our arses kicked." "Oops," he said. "As I said, as soon as one of you loses and it is then two against one it doesn't go well," I said. "I guess," he said as he again glanced between my legs as he shifted position on the sofa. I saw his eyes glance down and shifted myself around as well, my skirt probably was a little higher than it should have been. He couldn't see anything, but I was showing a lot of leg by the way that I was sitting. In fact judging by the way his eyes snapped back down as I shifted my position, I probably gave a quick flash of my panties while I moved. I considered asking him if I had indeed just flashed myself to him, but decided not to. "Have you ever played?" I asked. "Not really," he said, "Few games in my youth but someone always wimped out before it got interesting." "What do you class as interesting?" I asked, smiling at him. "I class interesting as underwear; some games stopped at socks though," he said. "Wimps," I agreed. "Yeah," he said, his eyes once again wandering up and down my body as I sat opposite him. I smiled at him and diverted my attention back to the TV. He did actually look quite sexy sat in shorts and a t-shirt that hugged his toned body very well indeed. I glanced back at him a few times; I have no idea what was on the TV, just one of the many late night sitcom reruns that are always on. I almost asked him if he wanted a strip game, but Sarah would kill me. "Hey Hun, played a strip game against your Dad last night. How was your evening?" Sure it would go down very well. I saw him check the time. It was 23:15, "Wow, time flies," he said, "Want me to call you a taxi or you staying?" "I'll stay if that's okay?" I replied. "Fine with me," he said, "Fresh sheets as well as I changed Sarah's bed this morning." "Awesome," I replied finishing up the last of my bottle and placing it on the table. He finished his and said, "Going to head up; you want a drink to take up with you?" "Yeah, just a juice or something be fine," I said as he stood up and headed towards the kitchen. I stood up, sweeping my hand down my skirt to make sure it was still covering me as I had barely moved for around 5 hours. "Thanks," I said as he handed me a drink. We headed off upstairs, he let me use the bathroom first, so I did my teeth and washed my face. I stayed here that much I had a second tooth brush here. I went back to Sarah's room and closed the door making sure it snicked shut. I always slept with the windows open and it is really annoying when the door spends all night banging with the breeze. I slipped my blouse, skirt and bra off and stood next to the bed for a while. I toyed with my panties for a few moments before pulling them down at the back as I contemplated sleeping naked. There was a tap at the door, "One sec," I blurted as I curled my arms against my chest to cover myself. "Sarah keeps her stuff in the spare room now if you want something to sleep in," he said through the door. "I'll be okay thanks," I replied. "Okay. Nite," he said. "Nite," I replied dropping my arms and smiling as I felt the cool air against my now naked bum before pushing them down entirely leaving them on the floor. I opened her second draw and shifted the books out of the way, I knew where she kept her toys and I lifted the first one I found out. I hesitated as I squeezed it in my hand before putting it back again. It was quarter to 12 and I really couldn't be bothered cleaning it afterwards. Lazy I know, but I replaced the dildo and the books and closed the draw before climbing into bed and was asleep almost before my head hit the pillow. I woke up around half 4 in the morning, it was just about starting to get light outside, the morning light just about filtering through the badly closed curtains. As I rolled onto my back, I could feel that I had no covers or clothes on; I instinctively threw my hands between my legs. I was alone, of course I was, who was going to be here? I stood up and closed the curtains properly, hesitating momentarily as I needed a pee. "Should I just go naked?" I muttered to myself as I silently opened the door and glanced into the hallway using the door to hide myself if her Dad was awake. As there were no curtains on the hall window and the sun was shining through it, it was very bright, which reinforced the illusion that it was later than it was. I could see the bathroom from the door, and I could see his door which was closed, so I just went naked. On the way back I diverted to the spare room and found a t-shirt to put on. I got back to Sarah's room and slipped on my panties underneath the t-shirt before falling asleep again. I was woken up by a soft tap at the door; I blinked myself awake and checked the time which was just gone 10. "Yeah," I said rubbing my eyes. "Want a cuppa?" John asked. "Please," I replied stretching my arms and legs as I squirmed on my back. I kicked the covers off to keep myself awake and stretched my arms and legs. I gently drew circles on my tummy with my fingers which caused my tummy muscles to pulse involuntarily a few times. I opened my legs, causing the t-shirt to ride up and show my panties before slowly sliding my hand down my body and into my panties, gently curling my fingers between my legs. I tipped my head back and closed my eyes as my fingers found my clit. I slid my fingers further down and genuinely surprised myself at how wet I was; guess I had nice dreams, as I pushed two fingers inside me. "Oh yes," I whispered as I fingered myself, half my attention was the noises from downstairs to make sure I didn't get walked in on as I raced myself to orgasm. I needed to cum; I was just horny, but I heard footsteps on the stairs. I stopped and sorted my t-shirt out, silently cursing to myself as there was tap at the door. Another minute and I would have been done, but never mind. "Yeah," I said as I double checked that I was decent. "Can I come in?" he confirmed. "Yeah," I answered as I flipped onto my side to face the door. "Morning," he said as he came in, his eyes looking up and down my body. I was still only wearing a t-shirt and panties and as I flipped onto my side the t-shirt was not doing a great job of hiding the panties. "You sleep okay?" he asked, tearing his eyes back up from my panties to my face. "Yeah," I said, "You?" "Yep, nowt like Becks to aid a good night's sleep," he replied as he placed the drink down. "John," I said as he headed towards the door causing him to turn round, "Thanks for yesterday." "You are more than okay," he said smiling warmly at me, his eyes once again glancing between my legs. "I mean it, I just... well, thanks," I said. "Don't mention it," he said, "If a pizza is the cost of seeing a nice arse, sign me up," he added with a cheeky grin. "Dirty old man," I teased as I bent my knee upwards off the bed causing the t-shirt to ride up and show the rest of my panties and some of my tummy above my panties. "Yeah," he mumbled, his eyes locked between my legs as he stared. After a few moments, he looked back at my face again to be greeted by me smiling. He smiled back as his eyes snapped back down south as I twisted myself slightly and shifted on the bed so the t-shirt rode up to just below my rib cage. His eyes were locked onto me as he stared at me. "I... I can see your underwear..." he said as he stared. "I know," I grinned. "Fuck me Fi, you will give me a heart attack," he said, still staring. "Stop staring then," I teased as I stopped just shy of exposing my boobs. "Sorry," he said looking at me shyly before heading towards the door again. I knelt up on the bed allowing the shirt to fall back down to cover me again. "John," I said causing him to turn around to face me again as I gently lifted the shirt so he could see my underwear again. He just looked at me dumbfounded, unsure what to say as his daughter's best mate knelt on the bed in front of him. The panties were pure white and very high leg as I wore them to not show through a fairly thin skirt. They were not quite a thong cut, but there was not much coverage from behind, and not a massive amount from the front either. He didn't know, but I was also creaming them as well as my body craved completion of what I started. He was still wearing his shorts and t-shirt which I assume he slept in, and his penis was making its presence known as it pushed against his shorts. I knelt up on the bed and smiled at him gently hooking my fingers around the hem of the t-shirt and lifting slowly. It slowly rose up, first showing the tops of my thighs, then my panties, then my belly button and the start of my ribs. "Are you wearing a bra?" he stammered. "Nope," I said matter of factly as I slowly lifted the t-shirt higher. "Fuck me," he mumbled as he just stared at my boobs as my t-shirt rose high enough to expose them as I lifted it over my head and dropped it onto the floor. I looked at him and smiled; he was just staring at me, his mouth moving as though he was wanting to say something, but words had escaped him. I ran my index fingers around the elastic of my panties, "Fi..." he mumbled, almost silently. Getting Closer to Friend's Dad "Yes?" I asked as I teased my fingers around the waist band of my panties. "I... I... what... erm," he stammered. I giggled at him; he was just dumbfounded as I knelt on the bed, topless, teasing my fingers around my panties. "You what?" I asked, "Wanna see what these are hiding?" I added as I gently teased the waist of my panties with my fingers. He just stared at me, I smiled at him and he smiled back and nodded. He mouthed the word "yes" but no sound came out as I stood up off the bed and let him have a good look at me. I pulled my panties away from my body at the front and slid my hand down the front of them. I didn't go quite far enough to do what I suggested, but he didn't know that. I let go of them allowing them to make a snap sound as I did so, before running my thumbs around the legs of them to re-cover my bum. "What are you wearing?" I asked. "Shorts and t-shirt," he replied, once again maintaining eye contact with me. "Undies?" I asked. "No," he said as he suddenly became aware he was rock hard and covered his erection. I smiled at him as he tried his best to hide his excitement. I slowly twirled around to let him see me from all angles before facing him again. I could feel the skin around my nipples tighten as they got hard. Partly because of the coolness of the air, but mainly because of the situation I was in and the fact I was turned on. "Count backwards from three," I said, slowly. "Three... two... one..." he said slowly his eyes flicked between my boobs and panties. As he finished saying "one", in one smooth movement I slid the panties down, stepping out of them and picking them up as I stood up. His eyes snapped between my legs as he stared at me. I was barely 5 foot tall, weighed in at 50kg wet through, my dress size was 8, although I could fit into a 6 if I wanted a more fitted look. My small size meant my boob size was also small at 32A, my slightly rounded hips and flat tummy running into my shaved pussy. My bare legs actually looked quite long when I was naked, not that he looked that low to notice. I threw my panties at him, which he caught and wrapped his fingers around them as he squeezed them into his fist. I smiled at him, I wasn't sure if they would be wet or not or if he would be able to tell, but I just stood in front of him for a while as he stared at my naked body. I took a step towards him followed by a second one and a third which closed the gap to well within personal space. I heard him breath in deeply through his nose as he smelt my scent as I stood within inches of him. I gently took his right hand and placed it on my left breast. He looked at me, so I smiled and squeezed his fingers so they kneaded my breast. He took the hint and after a few gentle squeezes he gently pinched my nipple causing me to moan softly as they both reacted to his touch. He teased them with his fingers, all the time just looking into my eyes. He leant forwards, almost as though for a kiss, but he stopped himself just short of where I would have met him half way. He re adjusted slightly as his lips went below my chin and I felt his tongue lick against my right nipple, followed by his lips sucking it. "Oooo yes," I encouraged as I stroked my fingers down his back, curling my nails into his shirt on the way back up pulling it up to his head. He slipped the t-shirt off and dropped it to the floor, his hand retiring to my breasts as he played with them. He looked into my eyes as his left hand gently glanced against my tummy before gently resting just above my pussy. I smiled at him and shifted my weight to allow access if he wanted, and much to my delight, he did. His fingers gently teased between my lips as he effortlessly found my clit. In my head I thanked the lord for older men who knew what they were doing as he gently but firmly played with me. "Wow," I breathed as he fingered my clit. He kissed my neck and nibbled my ear as my legs weakened and I leant into him for him to support me. I pushed his fingers away from me as I pulled him forwards with me as I walked backwards as we kissed. I sat on the bed as I walked into it leaving me looking up at him from around mid-chest height. I smiled up at him as I pulled his shorts down; his penis bouncing into view as it got released. "Ladies first," he said as he knelt down and pushed me onto my back. I opened my legs for him as I first felt his breath and after what felt like an age his tongue against my pussy. I lifted my hips off the bed as I tried to direct his tongue onto my clit as he gently, but firmly placed his hand on my tummy and held me onto the bed as he licked me. He slowly worked his way up from my entrance to my clit, his tongue licking out and as it retracted, his lips closing and sucking it into his mouth, "Fuck yes," I mumbled as he licked me out. He teased his fingers against my opening, stretching them apart as he gently pushed against me, "Are you a v..." he began. "Nope," I interrupted. "K," he said as he penetrated me using two fingers which caused my eyes to roll back into my head. He fingered and licked me as I rocked and squirmed around on my back. I could feel my tummy pulsing as I started to lose control. "Yes," I breathed, "Yes," I repeated a little louder as I held his head between my legs. I pinched and squeezed my nipple as my whole body twitched. I curled my head upwards, staring at him as he brought me to orgasm. My mouth opened as my breathing stopped. The tension between my legs released as I shuddered to orgasm, his fingers feeling so much bigger as my vagina contracted around them as I came. "Wow," he said, watching me as he fingered me as my orgasm faded. "Got to love experience," I said as I pulled him towards me causing him to fall onto the bed. I dodged from underneath him and swapped positions swallowing his cock in one movement. "Oh wow," he gasped as my lips wrapped around his rock hard dick. He propped himself up on his elbows as he watched me. I gently bobbed my head up and down, using my right hand to simulate depth and my left to play with his balls. He was unshaven and that sexy male smell filled my nostrils. I am sure it is nature, but wow, the smell itself makes me so horny. I placed my hands either side of his hips and gently scratched my nails down the outside of his thighs. I stretched my arms upwards, lowering my head down as I deep-throated him. I held him in my throat for a few seconds before sucking to create a vacuum and moving backwards letting him slide out of my mouth. I flicked my tongue against his head teasing behind and around his head until he exited my mouth with a pop. I smiled at him as I took him in my hand and started to move it up and down slowly. I licked down the underside of his penis right down to underneath his balls and then back up again. I lowered myself down so my mouth was level with his penis and looked up at him. I stared into his eyes as my hand sped up, I occasionally kissed his penis and balls as I waited for him to start losing control. I swapped hands a few times as they started to ache, but he was getting close, his tummy tensing and relaxing as he neared orgasm. I took over with my mouth, moving my head up and down as fast as I could, allowing him to thrust into my mouth as he neared climax. "I am gonna cum," he gasped to which I just nodded, "In your mouth?" he continued sounding a bit confused. "I came in yours," I countered smiling up at him. "Oh fuck..." he moaned as he stared at me as I bobbed my head up and down on him. "Yesss," he breathed as I felt something hit the roof of my mouth and drip unto my tongue as he came into my mouth. I swallowed when I could between each pulse as he fired, but it was more than my small mouth could hold as it dribbled down my chin. I used my hand to keep him going until he stopped me and pushed my mouth away from him. I wiped his cum from around my mouth and chin with the back of my hand and smiled at him. He was still on the bed, his penis rapidly losing its hardness as the last bits of his cum dribbled out of it. "You okay?" I asked. "Very much so," he said smiling at me, his eyes flicking between my face, boobs and pussy. "Been a while has it?" I asked, "Nearly drowned me." "Never had that before," he said, "That felt awesome." "What, really?" I asked, "Never had a blow job?" "Not till orgasm," he said, "Did you swallow it as well?" "Most of it," I said smiling at him, "Sheets may need a wash again." I slipped on the t-shirt and headed to the bathroom. We passed on the landing and smiled at each other. It was my turn for my eyes to divert south as he was still naked. As I went back into Sarah's room I shouted, "Oh, John." "Yeah?" he shouted back and appeared at the doorway still naked. "Drink is cold," I said glancing between his legs watching his stuff swing as he walked towards me before handing him the cup. He just smiled as he took it, "New one on its way," he said, turning around and pulling the door to. "I will come down for it," I said as I threw the shirt off and got dressed into the skirt and blouse again. I didn't bother with panties or a bra, putting them both into my swimming bag before heading downstairs. ***** Thanks for reading. Getting Closer to My Hot Mom Must guys had moved out of home by 25, but not me. I was still far too into my moms closet and accessories, also my income was still quite low. Living with mom was mostly pretty good as we enjoyed each others company, she never judged me or gave me a hard time when I wasn't working. Mom was still quite attractive at 44, but had lost the weight battle in her thirties. Now a size 16, she was perfectly sized for me. She had nice legs and a curvy bum, C cup boobs, and long dirty bleached hair - she still could get admiring glances. She was single again, and hitting the bottle - she had a history of drinking when depressed and was out of control again. She knew I was a cross dresser, I had lost count of how many girly garments she had removed from my bedroom (including her own bras, panties, and panty hose) and had put in the trash. I always had a shower before having a dress up session in her bedroom. I had to be careful when wearing her dresses not to leave any splash marks as evidence, as dry cleaning was quite expensive. I loved smelling and wearing her worn clothes from the laundry basket, nothing turned me on so much. Inhaling pussy from her panties while wearing her black stockings would get me off in seconds. I loved the smell of her sweat from her work out clothes. I struggled to make any masturbation last longer than minutes when mom was involved. I had so many bad sexy visions of Mom when alone at night, I wore her borrowed intimates in bed to get off most nights. The closest I had got to exploring my fantasy was an experience with a mature lady who made a great substitute, it was a one time only session where she let me eat her pussy for an hour while wearing her bra and panties, she didn't have to touch me as I came by thrusting down on the mattress. I had occasional girlfriends of around my age which made mom happy, nothing would last more than a month or two though. I was always a disappointment to the girls when naked, my tiny penis was still a small penis when erect. The only time my penis looked good to me was in panties. Girlfriends couldn't work me out, and I couldn't be honest with them about my desires. After Mom got dumped by her last Mr. Sleazebag, she would regularly go out drinking with her desperate single friends. She would hit the gin and vodka pretty hard at home at the weekend. One Friday night I came home from a heavy night at 3am and she was passed out on the couch, empty bottle on the floor. I tried to wake her but she was completely out of it - probably from way too much cheap nightclub liquor, rather than carry her upstairs I thought I would make her a bed on the coach. I don't know what came over me but I couldn't help myself. She was lying there helpless at my disposal, my cock started to twitch into life. I took off my clothes and started to pleasure myself, and then I gently removed her soft cotton panties. I couldn't resist the way she looked and I started to stroke her foot. She was so delicious to look at so I started to tease her slowly breathing slightly opened mouth with the end of my manhood. I then unzipped her and slowly inched off her skimpy black dress, then i maneuvered my hands round her back to unhook her and off fell her bra! It was such a rush. I got braver and my hands caressed her breasts and I then kissed her soft nipples, still she slept. I ventured lower. I got my face really close to her hairy pubic mass, which perfectly complimented her thick meaty pussy lips. The sweetest smell filled my nostrils as I breathed deep. I open her flaps and had my long overdue taste of moms honey pot, still she slept. I purposefully avoided her clit and made the experience as soft and slow as I could, trouble is I wanted everything now. I had to stop my self at times, my itchy fingers wanted to reach down to play with her ass. My tongue had a quick stab in as deep as it could while I inhaled deeply hoping to extract juices. Too much, far too much...I came over the couch and her leg! The explosion left me in a state of shock. Oh my god what have I done? I sat back a looked at her. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I got my head together again and smeared come of my cum on her nipples. I found some panicky inner strength to carry her upstairs and put her in her bed. She did make a few noises and grunts but didn't wake thankfully. I placed her clothes beside her bed. Then I shocked myself by going back under her covers for a quick finger play, and I left her bedroom sucking my fingers . I tossed off in my bed , what little cum i did produce I wanted to spread all over my mom. I decided not to push my luck further tonight, next time I find her in a similar state I will treat her to my cum soaked fingers in her mouth and ass. Getting Closer to Sister Leanne is the youngest of my two sisters at nineteen years old and while Becky is closer to me in age, I talked more and just generally got along better with Leanne. If I had a problem or I needed to talk about anything I would go to my youngest sister, if I went to Becky she would immediately turn anything I said to her benefit and use it to make fun of me. Going to one of our parents was never an option, as my mother would make a huge deal about it way more than was necessary and given the fact I had very limited contact with my dad in the first place standard casual conversation between us is strained at the best of times. It was during one of my weekend visits to my mothers house that me and Leanne started drifting closer than ever before. It was the week before valentines day and she had broken up with her boyfriend two weeks ago. I had not liked the guy, during conversations I had heard between my mother and Becky, I had learned about what he was like. According to what I had heard, he was known for being a hypochondriac about everything. If there was anything slightly wrong with him he had to go to the doctors this apparently happened on a regular basis. He could also be very critical of everything that happened from work issues, that he would blow out of proportion to his college course problems, of which he was currently repeating the first year for the third time. On top of all that when it came to spending time with my sister he would regularly go out with the guys instead of spending time with her, even when he said he had no money to do so. I walked into the house at about twelve o'clock on Friday, my mother the only one home at the time. After hanging up my coat I walked into the kitchen to say hello to my mother who was currently cleaning dishes I figured she had probably just used for her lunch. "Hi mom, just finished your lunch?" Turning towards me, she shook her head. "No, late breakfast. I stayed in bed a bit later today, it being one of my rare days off." "How did you manage to get a day off? You are normally working non stop." "They are doing some renovations this weekend, office is closed." "Fair enough. Where is Becky at?" "Still sleeping, she is going out tonight." Finishing with the dishes my mother turned around. "I am heading out soon, got some shopping to do. Don't annoy your sister, she is in a mood?" Rolling my eye's, I looked at my my mother with a are you serious look on my face. "You know Becky, just looking at her wrong when she is in a mood can set her off. I will just stay out of her way as much as I can." Turning around I headed into the living room I grabbed the remote and sat down on the couch, turning on the tv I started to flick through the channels trying find something interesting to watch. Leaving the kitchen a few minutes later my mother headed up the stairs. About twenty minutes later my mother came back downstairs ready to go out, she picked up her purse opening to make sure everything was in it. Looking to me she spoke, "I am on my way out, won't be long. Do you want anything?" "No thanks." "Bye then." At two o'clock Leanne came in, after hanging up her coat she turned toward the tv noticing it on. She then saw me came over and sat down next to me. "Hi Kevin." I heard the sadness in her voice and looked at her. "You okay?" Cuddling up to me, she simply said. "Bit bummed about being single for valentine's day." "Yea I know, it is a bit of a downer. But I am glad it is over between you and Simon." "Whys that?" "He was no good for you, you deserve someone who really cares for you, is going to put you first and love's you unconditionally." "Not sure anyone like that exists." "I am sure you will find him someday." Smiling at me, she kissed me on the cheek. Getting up she then headed toward the stairs, before heading up the stairs she turned and called to me. "At least I will always have you. Be back down in a minute got to change out of my work clothes." I was glad I could make my little sister smile she was beautiful when she smiled. Leanne was 5"4' to my 5"8', wavy black hair, petite, cute face and a perfect figure. She could look amazing in whatever she wore, and when she went all out Leanne was absolutely gorgeous. There was a commotion upstairs not long after she had gone up my sisters were arguing. It was to be expected it was an often occurrence when Becky was in a mood, I knew better than to interfere that could only cause more problems. From the little bits I could hear, Becky was upset about something being missing and Leanne was repeatedly denying knowing anything. It wasn't long before Leanne came back downstairs, she immediately came and sat back down next me. Laying her head down on my shoulder she let out a huge sigh. "Becky?" I asked. "Yea." she sighed. "She thinks I took her new jeans, I have no reason to take them. We wear different sizes, she probably put them in the wash and forgot." "Yea, they were most likely mixed in with her other clothes and she didn't realise." "Yea, How long you staying for?" "Sunday evening, maybe Monday haven't decided yet." "Did you bring any DVDs with you?" I always brought a couple of DVDs with me, I had a significant collection and always brought a handful with me when I stayed over. So I replied "Yea a few." "Well I got a text from mom, she is planning on going out tonight. Its just you and me tonight, lets make a night of it and order a pizza." "Sounds like fun." Hugging her to my side, I said with a smile. "More time with my favourite person." She just looked at me with a curious look and kissed my cheek before moving to sit back in the chair and watch the tv. It was one of the things we were both aware of, we didn't let others see us cuddling or being as close as we liked to be and we knew Becky would probably be downstairs soon. Letting her see us like that would be the cause of a major issue. Our closeness had been talked about by our mother and sister before, I had overheard their conversation and let Leanne know. It was back when I was still living at home, the two of them were in the kitchen talking, I was about to walk in when I heard my name and then Leanne's. I decided to listen and heard; "They are always cuddling its a bit weird." Becky said. Mom replied. "I didn't notice." "Your not at home as often as I am. They are always in the living room watching tv and cuddling, I have even seen them holding hands a few times." "Ok that is a bit weird, maybe I should stop them doing it, if anyone else saw them they might say something and who knows might happen then." I later talked to Leanne about what I had heard and we agreed between us to keep it to a minimum in front of them. We enjoyed the closeness we had and didn't want to stop it completely. It was later that Friday after Becky had left and mom had come back and left again, I had just put the DVD in and the pizza had been delivered about five minutes ago. I called up to Leanne letting her know. When she came downstairs I was slightly shocked at what she was wearing, all she had on was a long t-shirt that was just past her hips and I could see that she was wearing cotton panties. "Wow, sis." Blushing, she said. "I know, I wanted to be comfortable." "I am not complaining sis, you look amazing as always." "Thanks. Come on lets watch the film." We sat down again as close to each other as we had been earlier, but maybe a bit more self conscious than earlier given her clothing. Eventually we drifted into each other holding each others hand, while we weren't eating or drinking. After the first movie was over, Leanne got up to put in the second while I cleared away the food and refilled our glasses. I decided to lay down on the sofa, she turned around from the tv saw my position and gave me a small smile then lay down in front of me. With my head on the armrest of the chair we could both see the tv easily, I put my arm around her waist and pulled her closer. She just giggled a little and held her hand over her mine interlacing our fingers. The second film we were watching was a family comedy and there were a couple of romantic moments when these came on I sighed a little and rubbed her hand with my thumb. In response she just held tighter and moved back against me. After the movie ended the credits were rolling Leanne turned over so that she was facing me, she moved into me put her hands around me and gave ne a tight squeeze. When I looked down into her eyes I could see a few small tears, so I asked. "What's with the tears sis?" "Was thinking about valentines day coming and wondering if I will ever find happiness like in the movie's we watch." "I think you will find your own kind of happiness sis, you are kind and caring and you deserve it." "Thanks Kevin" moving her head she looked in my eyes before giving me a small peck on the lips. I looked back at her and gave her a smile before pulling her closer to me, she realised my intention and we both moved together. Bringing our lips together we kissed repeatedly before opening our mouths to each other allowing our tongues to intertwine. We continued to kiss with increasing passion, holding each other tighter and tighter. When we broke apart we were both breathing still looking deep into each others with huge smiles on our faces. Breathily she asked. "Did we really just do that?" "Yea. It was amazing." She giggled. "I just made out with my cute little sis." Giggling again, she replied. "And I just snogged my big brother." "I love you Leanne." I whispered in her ear giving her a peck on the lips. "I love you too Kevin." We quickly moved together and started kissing again, I held her tight to me moving my hands slowly up and down her back, eventually moving my hands under her top she moaned at my touch and did the same, just as she was about to take my top off my phone buzzed. We both sighed at the same time, given the time we both knew it could be only one person. After Leanne handed me my phone which had been on the table I could see that it was in fact our mom, letting us know she was getting takeaway if we wanted anything. I quickly text her back no. I looked to Leanne she smiling at me knowingly, we both sat up and held each other. "What now Kevin?" "Hmm, what u doing next Friday?" "Nothing." She laughed giving a small punch in the arm. "You know that" "Yea I know, its valentine's day and I thought I should take my beautiful sister out on a date. What do you think?" With a slight look of shock, my sister replied. "You serious?" "Yea." "Sure?" "Yes, sis." "Ok, but what about mom and Becky?" Leanne asked with a worried look on her face. "No need to tell them and we can sort out all the details tomorrow. For now I just want to kiss you again, that okay?" "Definitely."