Please note, dear reader, that Sophie likes her name to be pronounced with the accent on the second syllable. She prays you to keep this in mind when reading this story. You might even exercise it a couple of times before you start, she suggests :-) Sophie furthermore wishes you a pleasurable and exciting reading and so do I.
This is my story on how I first met Sophie, some ten years ago. Yes, it was like a fairy tale. I was in my mid twenties at the time. On a bright hot summer day I went for a long walk with my dog Boris, a German shepherd. Soon I was in the woods, protected from the hard burning sun.
As I had walked for some time I saw a girl approaching my path from another direction. As she came closer I noticed she was dressed like a schoolgirl. In fact she might have been a schoolgirl, barely eighteen as I learned later. She wore white stockings that came to her knees and a dark blue pleated skirt that ended at her mid thighs.
She looked very young, like a girl of sixteen maybe. Although … her white blouse betrayed her real age. It was half unbuttoned (yes it was a warm day) and revealed her white bra and the upper part of her firm titties, as it is appropriate to call those treasures of a girl that young. In fact they looked like the full breasts of a mature woman.
As we met, she gave me a bright smile. I told her it must be my lucky day, meeting such a beautiful girl in the woods. She laughed and said the luck was all hers, crossing the path of a handsome young man like me.
Believe me or not, she wore a basket on her arm. As I asked what was in it, she said that she was taking some apples to her granny.
"Oh, so you are Little Red Riding Hood," I smiled.
"Then you must be the huntsman," she replied. "And is this the big bad wolf?" she asked, pointing at Boris. He waggled his tail, showing he wasn't. She gently stroked the dog's head with the result of a still more vehement tail waggling.
"I think he likes me," she said. "Look at his tail!"
"I like you too, but it doesn't show that clearly," I replied.
Briefly, as if unintentionally, she looked down at my crotch and blushed in an adorable way. She looked up at me and we both laughed.
"I'm Sophie," she introduced herself. "I'm going to my granny for the weekend."
After I introduced myself, she asked me if I would like to come along with her to meet her granny and her cousin Fanny who also would be there. I willingly agreed. Boris waggled his tail and we resumed our walk.
After a while we took a rest and sat down on the trunk of a fallen tree. Sophie moved close to me and I put my arm around her shoulder. Lovingly I caressed her auburn hair. She looked me in the eyes and smiled. I gently kissed her on her lips. Yes, this was love at first sight.
Again I kissed her and she responded eagerly by opening her lips. My tongue went cautiously in her mouth. Slowly I moved it in and out. I ceased for a moment, wondering what she would do. Hesitantly her tongue went in my mouth. Then she started to move it teasingly in and out with quick strokes. Obviously she was not totally inexperienced in the matter.
I put my hand in her blouse and gently stroke her tits. I unbuttoned her blouse. Still kissing her, I tried clumsily to unhook her bra.
"Oh, boys," she laughed. She stood up and removed her blouse. Then she drew her arms behind her back and unhooked her bra. She held it before her breasts and smiled teasingly.
"What do boys want to see?" she asked.
"Boobies, titties, tattas," I replied eagerly.
"And how do boys ask for that?" she questioned me.
"Please," I said. She smiled but didn't move.
"Please, may I see your titties," I tried once more.
Sophie lowered her bra and dropped it on the ground. She stood up in front of me and slowly turned around so I could admire her breasts in front as well as in profile. They were full and slightly more than medium sized, yet firmly standing up as only very young girls have them. Her erect nipples proudly pointed forward.
In profile her breasts looked at their best, gracefully rounded at the underside, gradually drawing up to her nipples, and then curving perfectly at the upper side. They were of a dazzling beauty, a sculptured work of nature. But this eulogy of Sophie's breasts is only a faint description of what my eyes feasted themselves on.
I raised and approached Sophie. As I reached for her breasts, she quickly escaped me and put her bra and blouse back on. She noticed the disappointed look in my face.
"You only asked to see," she laughed. "Maybe next time you can ask for something more."
We resumed our walk and soon arrived at her granny's cottage just at the rim of the wood. There seemed to be nobody home.
"She must be in the garden. She likes to sunbathe," Sophie said. She took my hand and we went around the house. There we found Sophie's granny lying on a large bath towel in the grass, apparently asleep. She must have been in her early fifties, but looked like a woman of forty at the most.
I swallowed as I saw that she was lying on her back completely naked! My eyes were drawn to her large breasts. Those must be all in the family I thought. She had her legs slightly open, probably in order to get a complete tan. I had a splendid view on the ample bush of her pubic hair, which covered almost entirely her sex, except for the middle where I could see the fleshy lips of her cunt. Boris waggled his tail.
Sophie silenced me with her finger across her lips. Cautiously we approached the lady in the grass. Then Sophie coughed loudly.
The gorgeous lady opened her eyes, amazed to see us.
"You naughty girl, sneaking in here with a complete stranger," she said to Sophie. "Look at me laying here naked."
"He already had a good look," Sophie replied, referring to me.
The lady didn't seem to be utterly annoyed. Apparently she wasn't of a prudish nature. Nevertheless when she rose to her feet, she drew her bath towel around her. For a moment I had seen her standing naked. She was tall and had a firm statuesque figure.
"Now I am decent," she said. As her towel barely covered her big boobs, yet revealing a bit of her pussy, I was thinking that everything in live is relative.
"May I present you my friend Paul," Sophie said formally.
"Hi, I'm Sophie's granny," the gorgeous lady replied. "But don't you dare to call me that. My name is Vicky."
As Sophie asked where her cousin Fanny was, Vicky told her she went upstairs to take a shower. At that very moment a young girl appeared, running wildly at Sophie. She enthusiastically took Sophie in her arms and kissed her on her lips. She wore the tiniest bikini I ever had seen. It barely covered anything of her exquisite figure. Boris waggled his tail fervently. By the time he had become a connoisseur.
Fanny must have been of the same age as Sophie but like every one in the family looked much younger. There was although a noticeable difference with Sophie and Vicky. She had a slim build and rather petite titties! On the other hand, her nipples were of the family brand, hard and nearly piercing the bra of her bikini.
After Sophie had presented me to Fanny, we all went to a porch at the backside of the house where we could sit in the shadow. Vicky served us some cool long drinks.
"Why don't you take off that uniform with this hot weather," Vicky told Sophie.
"I don't have my bikini with me," Sophie answered hesitatingly.
"Oh, you can sit in your underwear. I'm sure Paul won't mind," Vicky replied, looking laughingly at me.
Sophie went inside the house and returned in only her white bra and panties. Yes, Boris was waggling his tail again.
Now I was sitting on the couch with Sophie next to me. In front of us Vicky and Fanny sipped on their glass. A low table stood between us. I had a view on the garden behind them. But my eyes were more attracted to Fanny's crotch. Her smallest possible bikini thong had a seam in the middle that slightly entered her cunny, as in Victorian times they called this charming treasure of teenage lasses. It made her lips protrude provokingly.
I shifted my eyes to Vicky. Her bath towel had dropped at the top, uncovering one of her breasts almost entirely, its provoking nipple clearly visible. The bottom of the towel had slightly drawn up.
"Remember this is your lucky day," Sophie whispered in my ear.
I put my arm around her shoulder. As if inadvertently she rested her hand between my legs. This gave her a clear knowledge of the state I was in.
Vicky poured us another long drink. She suggested that we would go back to the garden and all take a sunbath.
Fanny brought us some more towels and spread them maliciously on the grass: two by two so we would face each other. As she and Vicky installed themselves on their back in front of us, Sophie and I had a tantalizing look between their legs, as we rested on our backs as well. Vicky had removed her towel and lay completely naked! Fanny had taken off her bikini, although this didn't' make a big difference.
"Take off your clothes, young lovers," Vicky smiled.
Sophie stood up and removed her bra. Then she bent over and graciously took off her panties. In all her splendor she stood naked before me and smiled. For the first time in my life I had a look at her adorable pussy, barely covered by the shadow of her light brown hair. Oh Sophie!
"Well young man?" Vicky questioned me.
I removed my shirt and trousers and stood in my underpants.
"I'm afraid this is not enough," Vicky said with a resolute voice.
"I cannot," I replied hesitantly. "I'm not decent."
The ladies all looked at the bulge in my underpants.
"I keep a fisherman's hat of my late husband in the trunk on the porch," Vicky said helpfully. "It might just fit you."
Fanny went to catch it and handed it over to me. A bit timid I turned my back and removed my underpants. I held the hat before my hard on and lay down before the ladies. The hat stood up fiercely!
We all lay down now on our towels enjoying our sunbath. After a while Sophie asked me innocently to get some more long drinks for us. Cleverly holding my hat before me I went to the porch. As I returned with the drinks on a tray I didn't have to hold the hat. It stood without any support!
Sophie whispered something in Fanny's ear. Abruptly the girl removed the covering hat on my dick. I couldn't drop the tray and stood in my naked glory before the girls' avid eyes.
Sophie took the tray from my hands and put it on the grass. Swiftly I covered myself with the hat again. We all had another drink.
