Chapter One
Joanna finished brushing her dark brown hair and took a good look at her reflection in the mirror. Not bad, she thought. Naked, except for the stockings, garter and high 4 inch black pumps, she did a careful appraisal of her body and was mostly happy with what she saw. She always felt her large breasts could be perked up a little, but they looked good in bras and lingerie, and if they were smaller, they wouldn't have that lovely bounce when she walked. She needed to finish dressing and be on her way. This was something she had been dreaming about since she was 16. Uncle Darius, her father's best friend. There was always something about him that made her feel blatantly sensual.
Ever since that time 6 years ago when he stayed with her while her parents were away. Oh, she had done her best to seduce him, but he hadn't touched her. She knew he looked though, and she had given him plenty to look at. She never wore a bra and wore her tiniest bikini when she was at the pool. Darius painted as a hobby and she didn't hesitate when he asked if she would sit for him. The only disappointing thing about the session was that Darius wanted her to wear clothes. That didn't stop her from displaying a naked hip as she reclined on the couch. Well, she was a big girl now and she was going to go after what she wanted. She wanted Darius.
Joanna put on the black velvet corset and laced it up the front. This was definitely one of those times when her larges tits came in very handy. She bought one that was two cup sizes too small and a touch of her pink nipples peaked out over the top. Surveying herself again, she decided against going without panties. She was already wet and didn't want to be soaked by the time she arrived at his apartment. She put on a black g string and her wrap around skirt. It went to mid calf and had a daring slit that went up to her mid thigh. Long chandelier earrings completed her outfit. She packed up everything put on her trench coat and was ready to check out.
Joanna had called Darius a month ago and asked if she could stay with while she attended New York University. He readily agreed saying he would be happy to see her. The cab pulled up in front of his Central Park West address. She paid the cab driver, grabbed her suitcases and had the doorman announce her arrival. Darius met her at the elevator and gave her a warm hug. He picked up her bags and led her to his penthouse.
"How are you Joanna?" He hugged her again, a little tighter this time.
"I'm fine Uncle Darius. It's so good to see you." Joanna answered him nervously.
"Let me take your coat." She undid the trench and he pulled it from her shoulders, noticing immediately her naked shoulders and her black corset and skirt. She turned and looked at his hooded eyes and heard him suck in a breath.
Darius moved closer and looked directly at Joanna's breasts spilling over her corset, then looked into her eyes.
"Why are you here Joanna?" He put one finger into the cup encasing her breast and gently rubbed the nipple, feeling it tighten instantly.
She sucked in a breath at the sudden touch.
"I wanted to...I want...I want you."
Darius grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back. His mouth plundered hers. Not so gently, he released the breast from its hiding place and took a handful. His tongue dueled with hers; his mouth took in her surprised gasps of air. Suddenly and too soon, he broke the connection. "Is this what you want Joanna? Hand still fisted in her hair pulling her head back, those pale blue eyes bore into hers.
"Yes Darius. She was still breathy. This is... you are what I want."
He let go of her hair and put her throbbing breast back to nestle in the cup of the corset.
"Go over to the piano."
Confused Joanna walked slowly to the piano.
"Now, Joanna, I want you to turn around and lean over the piano. Bend at the waist and rest your body on it.
She did as she was told.
"Spread your legs, just a little."
Again, she did as she was told.
Darius was beside her, pulling her skirt up to the waist. No, no, she thought to herself, this isn't how it's supposed to be.
"You are beautiful Joanna, he murmured in her ear. Just like this, you are so beautiful, but for one thing." She closed her eyes, chest heaving against the cold wood of the grand instrument. Fingers started massaging her folds under her panties. "These have to go." The offending underwear was being pulled down. Darius lifted each foot and tossed the panties aside. "Your ass is far too scrumptious to be hiding it from me." Joanna started to rise from the piano. "No. He pushed her back down. I will tell you when you can get up."
Joanna felt gently hands massaging her ass; she opened her legs wider and tried to stick her butt out to give Darius more access to her dripping pussy. Fingers massaged the folds.
"I love a naked cunt. You must never shave it, but only wax."
Joanna couldn't speak, she could barely breath. Although this wasn't what she had in mind for her and Darius, it was the most erotic experience she had ever been through. She had imagined them entwined in a soft comfortable bed, making slow passionate love, not bent over a piece of furniture.
She felt two fingers enter her easily. Darius unzipped his pants and she felt his cock rubbing up and down the crack of her ass.
