A couple of decades ago, I wrote a series of stories as a kind of therapy while my too-young marriage was falling apart. I've adapted them for Literotica, but they are little-changed. The writing style is a bit immature, the situations a little unbelievable, so be patient. Of course, they are fiction and of course the names have been changed.
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1. Stranded Relations
I had just jumped into my car after work and was out of there. Since I was in the middle of two lonely months at home alone, I decided to pay a surprise visit on my parents.
Driving along the road in front of where I worked, I spotted my brother in law's fiancΓ©e, standing by her car, bonnet open. She worked in the university across the road from where I worked, so I occasionally saw her on my way home from work.
She was a year or so younger than me; a nice girl, quiet. I felt a bit sorry for her. It was no easy time, being part of my wife's family. And Mark knew how to spend money on expensive gifts for her but not how to be intimate with her or to properly love her. The family thought her demeanour was ingratitude for his gifts, but I thought it was sadness at their lack of closeness.
I stopped to see if I could help.
"Actually, what I would really like", she said "is just a lift home. I'm really tired and I can always send dad out to get the car. "
It seemed logical to me at the time, so I threw my bag in the back and she got into my car.
"Thanks for this," she said, placing a hand on my thigh.
When we arrived at her place, she invited me in for a cup of coffee. Being the end of a hard day, I accepted the invitation. We went into the kitchen where she pulled out two cups, dropped some instant coffee in each and turned on the kettle.
"I'll just dump my bag upstairs and change out of these work clothes," she said, disappearing up the stairs that led to her upstairs bedroom and sitting area.
"Nice arse!" I thought as I watched her jeans-clad rear-end ascend the stairs.
I had just finished pouring milk into the coffee when I heard her coming down again. I turned around to see her. She wore a thin white linen shirt, not buttoned, just knotted, against which her taut nipples not only pressed, but whose darker colour could be easily made out through the thin material. She had beautiful large D-cup breasts, perfectly shaped, and her nipples were at this moment very tight, sticking out maybe a centimetre or more.
The soft, white flesh of her torso was bare. Her navel held my attention for some time.
Below that she wore a very short, light blue satin wraparound skirt - very short. Accessories were white stiletto heels, white lace-topped stockings held by white suspenders, all out in the open due to the extremely short skirt, and, as she stepped one by one down the stairs, the occasional glimpse of white lacey knickers.
"Great!" she said, seeing that I had made the coffee, "bring those upstairs could you?"
I picked up the cups and carefully followed her at a safe distance up the stairs, her arse wiggling voluptuously in front of me. Halfway up the stairs she stopped and bent over to pick up a conveniently placed five cent piece, affording me a view that assured I became aware of the fact that the white knickers were of the minimalist G-string variety.
"How about that?" she said "I'm rich. "
At the top of the stairs she motioned me towards the sofa, where I sat down and put the coffees on the table. She went over to the window and opened the blinds and the sun streamed into the room.
The upstairs consisted of a large sitting room with her bedroom off of it, housing a walk in robe and en suite bathroom. I had toured it once before during a family visit, it was all very private from the rest of the house, which she shared with her parents.
She kicked off her stilettos and sat down on the sofa next to me, folding one leg under herself and stretching the other out.
As we chatted for a while and drank our coffee, she moved closer and closer to me, until her arm was on the back of the sofa behind my head. Suddenly she leaned right into me and planted her mouth on mine. I pushed her slightly way, but she wouldn't relent, until I started kissing back. Our mouths opened and we were soon attacking each other, tongues grappling. My arms held her shoulders, hers the back of my head and neck.
However, I did resist again. I pushed her off of me and said, "No, no, we can't do this. I'm married, you're engaged. God, we'll be related soon. "