Hello to all... I'm new here and not too sure how this works, but wanted to share something to see what people thought. I have only ever written for friends before and as such all my stories are written in the first and second person, so not sure how it will read. I had thought of re-writing it to be in only first or third person, but didn't want to take away from what it was intended to be, a story written for a woman, for her to be able to imagine herself in the story, for it to be about her. As this is the first time I've ever shared anything to a wider audience I'd really appreciate feedback, good or bad, and if a new muse might be out there it'd be lovely to hear from you.
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Arms full of bags I reach with my elbow and ring the door bell.
As I waited for an answer I tried to work out how long it had been; it had been sometime as I'd been out the country for 3 years.
The door starts to open and I prepare myself to greet my old friend, wondering if he had aged since we had last met, I am some what surprised to instead be greeted by somebody I didn't recognise.
"Oh.. erm... is..." I'm a bit lost for words as I wasn't sure who the very attractive young woman I was talking to was... had I got the wrong house?
"Uncle Michael!!" Suddenly the sexy nubile girl who had answered the door threw her arms around me and I felt her young ripe bosom pressing against my chest.
Then the penny dropped...
"Oh my god... Laura... is that you?" I stand back and look at you. Almost unable to believe my eyes.
The last time I'd seen you, you were a girl, now before me stands a very attractive and fucking hot young lady.
"Wow... haven't you grown (comes the somewhat predictable response..) how old are you now?" I find it quite distracting as you stand there sweetly toying with your hair and keeping very prolonged eye contact.
"I'm 18 now.. I've grown quite a bit since the last time you were here don't you think, but I was only 14 then." As you speak telling me that you've grown, almost by instinct your hands go to your breasts, like you were illustrating the fact that when you say you've grown, what you are really saying is.. Look at me, I'm a woman!
As you stand before me cupping your breasts to illustrate your transformation I find myself quite relieved that your father has suddenly appeared..
"Michael!! How great to see you, it's been for ever.. Laura, what are you doing, don't leave your Uncle Michael out on the doorstep, especially as by the looks of it he's brought gifts! Take a bag, there's a good girl"
With that you look at me coyly and smile... "You better come in, then." Your dad is just behind you but you move close to me, far closer than you needed to be and link your fingers over mine as you take one of the bags from my hand. In seductive soft tones you whisper..
"I've really missed you Uncle, please come in..."
Once more you look deep in to my eyes and lean and kiss me on the cheek, your breasts once more press against me.
"You do know I'm not your real uncle don't you?"... I say the words but am not really sure why, of course you knew, however you have already turned and are walking away from me, my eyes instinctively flick to your bottom but I quickly remember who you were.
I step inside and receive a hug from my old friend, one that I have to do carefully as I realise I've got a hard cock, the memory of your breasts pressing against me and the mental image of your tight young arse fresh in my mind. This was going to be an awkward stay, on the one hand I hoped you would stay out of my way, but then found myself looking for you as I came in hoping to get another glance at your gorgeous arse.
The day had been pleasant, sitting in the garden, drinking beer and talking about old times. You'd decided that the sunny weather was not to be wasted and had come out in to the garden to join us.
Your father complained about you like fathers do, that your bikini was far too small and far too revealing, you just looked at him like daughters do, glaring at him in a way that says "DAD.. Don't be so embarrassing.."
You even asked me my opinion.. which was more than a little awkward.. I told you that it looked very nice and you seemed happy with that and walked off and started to settle yourself. It didn't cross my mind at the time but you were sat behind your father but in full view of me, perhaps 5 or so meters from where I was sitting. The garden was pretty big and I was a little surprised that you didn't seek a little more privacy, I thought most girls around your age would be a little more shy in front of an older man who they thought of as an uncle.
As the afternoon wore on and the sun got hotter I couldn't help but notice that you were alternating between applying sun tan lotion and spraying yourself with water on a very regular basis. My eyes kept being pulled towards your fingers massaging your flesh, running up and down your beautiful toned legs, circling your torso and shoulders, and you kept looking at me... Then when you sprayed your self with water the fine mist cast a rainbow, the end of which seemed to nestle snuggly between your legs, "fuck... what a pot of gold" I couldn't help but think, my mind straying from the casual chat of yesteryear, to what was between your teenage legs. On top of that the moisture formed beads upon your skin making you glisten, at least twice I needed to ask your father to repeat what he had said as I'd been lost in a world were you and I were alone,... but why did you keep looking at me...
