Naivety Or What.
Am I Immature or just Naïve?
My name is Trevor (Trev) from East End of London, I am a cross between naïve and immature. At my 18
th
birthday bash last week, my Cousin Sandy turned up unexpectantly. Even although she was older than me we were always close don't know why but we were. She was also the first girl I had ever seen naked, tattoo and all.
My family didn't like her because of her lifestyle, free living twenty something, Swinger in their day, would be a bad influence on me. Anyway it all went well, both Sandy and I had something in common that night we got blootered, my first time. Unfit to drive she stayed over and had my bed, I slept on the couch.
About seven in the morning I woke with a headache and an epic drooth, in my supermarket black bikini pants went bare footed into the kitchen downed a quart of water. Shortly afterwards in the bathroom I threw up, went into our large walk-in shower to clear my head. Life returned as warm water cascaded over me, my trance broke when I heard the shower door slide open.
Turned to see Sandy naked come in, she was unsteady on her feet, I steadied her, as we pressed naked together I developed an erection that pressed firmly on her tattooed bare pussy. She looked down as she pressed it in and said;
"Nice, I like someone who is smooth downstairs."
Talk about being aroused, that doesn't cover what, happened next. That's when she invited me to her wedding bash next week, she was marring Oliver someone she met at a club about a year ago and had more money than sense. It would be a 'New Age' wedding, turned out I was the only family member going.
Arrangement I was to meet Zachariah (Zac), photographer and wedding organiser, in reception and help him out with last minutes arrangements, he would also have a theme wedding outfit for me. My mind was running riot at the thought of going to a bad influence 'New Age' Swingers wedding.
Sandy had asked Zac to call in a favor for me from one of his clients. He managed to get me an interview for a summer job, in 'Rogering' an upmarket outfitter in the West End. Where you could buy tailor made shirts, trousers, underwear whatever, costing anything between £300 and several thousand. Their web site described their clientele as predominantly enlightened 'New Age' people, not sure what that meant but could guess.
I was their a few hours before show time, Zac was waiting with two cameras cross slung over him like a western gun slinger. The moment I walked over he took charge, first job was calibrating his camera's focus and light settings, this is when things started becoming interesting.
He asked me to take off my shirt, the girl's dresses were fleshy and showy, my bare chest would be used to calibrate camera focus and light settings, nobody about, off with my shirt and up and down the grand circular staircase I trekked being photographed and calibrated.
Next request was even more way out. The girls were also leggy and dresses very short, would I take off my trousers to get calibrations for the more shadowy leg areas. Standing in my black bikini briefs feeling self-conscious, still nobody about. Then we went into the room where the Service would be carried out and the Buffet room where I wandered about as he clicked away settings being locked away in the cameras memory.
