* rather different than my usual stories - in the romance section, under a different name. Just a try-out, really. and yes, you probably need some willing suspension of disbelief. *
Chloe was a beautiful, attractive young woman of twenty-four. She had a sweet smile and a good figure. She lived next door to Greg. He had kept an eye on her, because when she was only sixteen, he'd promised her parents he would if they passed away. It might have been because of some premonition or other, as they both died in a terrible accident on the M3 only a couple of months later. He was about eight years older than she and over the years he'd seen her turn into a beautiful, sexy and desirable young woman. If he hadn't felt responsible for her, he'd have dated her long ago. However, he found it hard to realise she wasn't a child any more and could very well fend for herself.
Chloe loved Greg, who didn't notice because he was too preoccupied with keeping her on the right track. It was absolutely unnecessary because Chloe was a sensible young woman who had fallen in love with him when she was seventeen and she didn't have eyes for anyone else. The problem was that Greg felt morally bound by his promise to take care of her and she didn't know how to make him see that for her, caring just meant taking her to bed and fucking her silly.
She was on the pill and she often masturbated thinking of him. She'd bought a dildo to help her out, and she'd wrecked her hymen with it. Using it took away her immediate need, but always left her emotionally empty.
Eventually she had decided on a way to make him hers - if she wasn't completely mistaken, it should work out. Greg always wanted to know all about her pursuits, especially if they were just a little off. Absolutely, literally all about it. She acted a bit guilty all afternoon, and eventually Greg asked her what the matter was. They were at her place - they still lived next door to each other and freely went in and out of each other's houses - and she told him she'd been given some nice lingerie the previous day.
"Given? Given? How did that happen? Whom by?"
"Please, don't make me upset! I so hope I didn't do anything wrong. Did I?" She gave him an imploring look with her big, brown eyes.
"I don't know. I can't think how that could have happened - it sounds very fishy!"
"Well, there was this man I met - he walked up with me and he said I was just the right girl for his purpose. I could have some beautiful free lingerie if I put it on and let myself be photographed. And so -"
"You didn't do that, did you?"
"He was really nice, you know. If you keep making me feel confused and wrong, I can't tell you." She pushed her long, auburn hair back, and managed to look very upset.
"I'm sorry - I really want to know."
"Okay then. We went together to this building and he showed me up the stairs to a small room - "
Chloe picked up a pink, expensive looking paper bag.
"He walked behind me - yes, like that - and he showed me the lingerie lying on a chair."
She shook the contents of the bag on a chair that stood against the wall.
"He told me to undress, so I did so, with my back turned to him. He told me to take my top off, first - like this - and then my trousers -" she paused to do so, revealing a set of shiny, translucent pink underwear that showed off her delectable bottom to perfection - "and then he told me to turn around. He said I had beautiful breasts but he wanted to see if they didn't sag, so I took off my bra." She unhooked it at her back and let it slide to the floor, baring her lush breasts. Greg felt quite uncomfortable looking at her naked - especially as it caused him to go raging hard. "Then I had to take off my panties. I didn't really know if I should, but he was very reassuring, and it felt just a wee bit naughty, so I did."
She turned her back to Greg again and carefully removed her panties, too.
"The bustier lay ready for me to put on. I could fasten the hooks in front of me and then turn it around and put it into place." While she fastened the hooks, Greg saw it had only quarter cups - not what he would recommend for a young woman. "And then..." She stopped for a moment. "This is so hard to tell you... It would help immensely if you played his part."
"Er... that would be inappropriate as your guardian."
"Oh please! I really need your help or I'll get completely flustered trying to go on again." She managed to squeeze a few tears from her eyes and Greg was taken in completely.
"You know I hate to see you cry. Please dry your tears! I'll try!"
"Thank you!" She swallowed, making an effort not to laugh out loud. Then she continued in a tearful voice, "He came up to me from behind. He put his arms around me -" Greg stepped her way and put his hands on her hips. "And he said he had to arrange my breasts -" she took his hands and put them on her breasts "- on the shelves of the bra and align my nipples."
Greg swallowed hard. He touched her lovely breasts, those breasts he had secretly wanted to touch for such a long time, and tried to make them face the same way, telling himself it was to help out only. But they felt warm and soft and it took quite a lot not to start fondling them. Touching her nipples made things even more difficult. "Like that?"
It was exactly what Chloe wanted. His hands felt wonderful and she felt herself slowly getting wet.
"Uhuh. Next came the stockings."
Greg stepped back while Chloe rolled a stocking up a shapely leg. Bending over she granted Greg a wonderful view of her bare pussy. Her inner labia were large, purplish and swollen, and they looked invitingly open. Chloe put on the left stocking first, and the sight of her left breast lying on the quarter cup of the basque, combined with her glistening love opening, made it hard for Greg not to groan out loud. He tried willing his raging erection away, but it was to no avail.
"He told me he had to take off his pants and trousers as it was getting uncomfortable for him while I prepared the other stocking."
When Greg didn't react she said, "Go on, then! Please!"
With shaking hands Greg dropped his trousers and underpants and stepped out of them. Being half naked with Chloe made him feel very confused. It was what he'd often fantasised about, but now...
Chloe stole a quick look while she rolled the other stocking up her leg. She felt very pleased with herself when she saw his raging hard cock. It was quite a nice size, and she loved seeing the effect she had on him.
"I was so nervous that I was fumbling badly with the garter clasps, and he came up behind me to help out, and he bent over to take a strap and attach it to my stocking, and I felt his big thing between my buttocks. He said sorry, and moved it from there, and put it between my legs so it wouldn't get in the way."
Greg was so worked up he didn't notice that Chloe's voice was slowly turning rather sultry. "You can't want me to do this, too, do you?"