This story is the first in a new series which form a prequel to my "Debbie" stories previously published on Literotica. It tells the back-story of Sylvie who we first met in "Dreams of Debbie", and is a longer "slower burn" compared to my previous work. It was written during a severe heat-wave and I hope this comes out in the narrative.
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Sylvie patiently tied her long black hair into a bun just as Tim had instructed her and, standing nude before the full-length mirror, felt the warm evening breeze from the open window play across her bare neck and shoulders.
She had been depilated at the Spa that afternoon after the weekly shop when Tim had kissed her goodbye. To her surprise the experience had not been awkward or embarrassing and to spread her legs while chatting about her favourite men at Wimbledon seemed bizarre. It was only when she walked out to meet Tim wearing no panties under her summer dress that she began to feel very naked and just a little naughty.
Her adult life had been one big adventure. When she dropped out of Trinity, her dominating father, in disgust, banished her from home and she spent all her savings on a one-way ticket to the Far East. Being half Filipino on her mother's side, her good looks and raven black hair got her a plum job serving in the cocktail bar on the roof-top of the Caravelle in Saigon. Her uniform clad hour-glass figure, easy manner and exotic appearance were soon fuelling the fantasies of the jaded businessmen and wealthy locals who patronised the bar.
Tim became a regular customer and they effortlessly fell into bed with Tim bribing the security staff nightly to get her into his room. She had always been a free spirit and was incapable of resisting him. He took her over, replacing her Father as the guiding light in her life. Work was no longer necessary -- he was clearly wealthy -- and they caroused around Asia together before returning to England and his large rambling house -- "Old Wood Cottage" in rural Norfolk.
During their tour Tim encouraged her to explore her sexuality -- in her dress -- in her flirting -- in the giving and receiving of pleasure; and in Bangkok and Manila he took her to discrete clubs where she witnessed the never-ending possibilities of the sexual experience. Having a healthy libido, she needed no persuading and, back in England in the privacy of the cottage, she developed her skills and discovered hidden secret disturbing desires.
Sylvie sensed with excitement and some apprehension that the party tonight could offer another of Tim's unique experiences. She loved him with a passion, and his seemingly endless supply of cash was an added attraction, but she was always nervous when he dared her to go further.
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Jake, Tim's business partner and all-round best buddy, was over from the States for the summer. Today, on his birthday, Tim had invited him for dinner and he was spending the night at the cottage. Tim planned to cook as usual and suggested to Sylvie that she might want to give her own birthday treat to Jake on this special evening.
This seemingly casual remark had set her mind racing.
Surely Tim was not asking her to fuck Jake?
Maybe he wanted her to buy him a present?
Perhaps he meant a welcoming kiss?
It was a puzzle for Sylvie with no answer.
She had slipped into a lovely friendship with Jake. He was funny and, for a big man, gentle and considerate, but she could see, as only a woman can, that under the veneer of his impeccable behaviour, he was desperate to fuck her. This secretly pleased her -- she had made an impression -- but she belonged to Tim and she had always been monogamous with her men.
It was time to end the introspection and dress for dinner.
Tim had bought her underwear and party dress in London without consulting her and, maybe, this was the treat he had in mind?
She found that the black and purple Basque was a little small which constrained her waist and pushed up her breasts, provocatively displaying her proud nipples with their brown areola under the transparent gauze. The black silk stockings felt cool and clean on her smooth-shaven legs and the diamante G string sat snugly against her fresh naked scented pube with the thong at the rear applying a deliciously stimulating touch to her anus.
Staring at her partially clothed body in the mirror and putting on her make-up she began to slip into a deeper more daring self, a transformation she would recognise in future with acute anticipation mixed with just a little dread. She used heavy lip stick on her lower lip to bring out her pout and painted her nails a dark erotic purple to match her Basque.
Finally, she slipped into the black silk dress which came with lace ups at the back to further tighten her waist and, shockingly, a cut-out top to reveal her breasts and the front of the matching Basque. As she nervously checked herself in the mirror, she saw her bare uplifted tits with their dark halos on show under the sheer and the overlong slit at the back exposing her exotically patterned stocking tops. She shrugged with resignation -- so this was what Tim meant by a "Treat". It was too late to change and Tim would be offended if she refused to wear his present.
The Christian Louboutin heels were her choice. She would buy shoes until Tim's money ran out but these were expensive. They were shiny black with straps, tall, and elegant. Tim loved them.
With a black cord choker around her exposed neck, matching jet ear rings and a copious spray of perfume she was ready.
As she carefully felt her way down the winding stairs on her heels, she could hear the two boys in the kitchen and the pop of a champagne cork on this very special day. She was happy and excited, and just a little fearful.
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Tim was smitten when he first met Sylvie. He was sick of one-night Asian stands, a quick fumble and a meaningless fuck. She was perfect for him -- clever -- funny -- a great body -- similar background -- unattached. She was ready to be moulded and he could not resist.
As she responded positively to his guidance -- emotionally and sexually - he slowly began to fall in love with her. The sex started badly -- she lacked experience - but got better as she became more confident. She was a luscious 36-24-36 and he encouraged and educated her to delight in her own body and its responses. Sylvie became more relaxed and was euphoric when she started to orgasm for the first time -- she couldn't stop giggling -- and he loved her all the more.
As the months passed, he began to realise she was a little special. She would abandon herself in bed giving up to her instincts and pleasure. He began to feel that he was incidental, a spare part, providing the stimulus to her passion but no more. This became evident when she first requested that he blindfold her before love making. The intensity of her reaction caused her to lose all control as he stroked and caressed and penetrated her everywhere. He was shocked -- he had no idea that a woman could genuinely, without any artifice, experience such a powerful arousal.
It was inevitable that she would also like Jake. He was very tactile and Sylvie soon warmed to him and seemed to encourage the hugging and kissing and stroking when they all met in pubs or restaurants or at the theatre.
He sensed it was time to go further with Sylvie.
Would she take the opportunity?
He was sufficiently confident to place a bet with Jake and didn't care a jot that Jake would win whatever the outcome!
So, tonight, in the company of the two great loves of his life Tim was hoping for a new beginning. Sylvie, he was sure, was aware of his intentions. Would she go along with him, would she even encourage Jake, or would the evening end in nothing but a hit to his bank balance? As he prepared special food for the party his anticipation was growing.
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Tim was the first limey Jake had met. They had bunked up together on assignment in Shanghai. Tim with his jokiness, his accent, his fun, and his sincerity was so different to the typical corporate guy back home in the States.
They had chased women in the hotel bars in Manila and Jakarta and Jake had arranged girls for them both during their leave in Bangkok. They had the same tastes -- dark, intelligent, shapely, glam -- and had struck lucky and been able to share their good fortune. Tim had been smitten with his girl, in his rather English way, and had gone completely over the top with gifts and cash.
Tim was a real nice guy and a true friend.
And now to the lovely Sylvie.
When Tim had talked about her, Jake had sensed her mystery and her special meaning for him.
When Jake first met her, he immediately fell under her spell. She was not classically beautiful but she was full of life in her flirting, her fun, her intelligence and her long raven black hair. She was a man's woman. Tim and Sylvie were so obviously in love and he was ashamed of his feelings for her and troubled by his growing jealousy of Tim.
He charmed her with gifts and flowers and they became very easy together. They shared the same interests and, when Tim was travelling, he took Sylvie to Figaro at Covent Garden and they discovered a mutual love for champagne, strawberries, tennis and Mozart.
When Tim hinted his intentions regarding Sylvie, Jake was shocked. How could he suggest that they share his girl? Jake was a straight up and down Ivy League type who looked forward to a seat on the board, a nice home, a beautiful wife and the kids playing on the porch; but as Tim worked on him, Jake began to give way. Why not give her the option -- let her decide -- provide the right environment and offer the suggestion and see where it goes?
He had stayed just friends with Sylvie but, tonight, on his birthday, with Tim's consent, he might learn to know Sylvie in ways he could not yet imagine. He could barely contain his excitement.
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Tim was at work in the kitchen when Jake arrived. The plan was in place. Sylvie was still preparing herself upstairs, and they could both begin to relax, enjoy the evening and see where Sylvie would take them.
They had just downed the first glass of Bollinger when she appeared.
Jake knew Tim had chosen her outfit to please him but he was still taken by surprise. She looked ravishing and also severely embarrassed - he could see why. Her magnificent breasts, quivering in her distress, were presented to him in spectacular fashion and her silk dress was already riding up those beautiful thighs revealing stocking tops and suspender clips. She went first to Tim and playfully hid behind him but Jake could see with some disappointment that the discomfort was real.
