This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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I was working as a guard for the US ambassador in Denmark a few years ago, when this happened.
It was late at night around 2am, I was in the middle of a long shift and bored as hell. During this particular night I was at the ambassador's house. There really wasn't much to do since the ambassador and his family were out of the country. The only house guest was the ambassador's niece, who had gone out earlier that night and hadn't returned. Too bad to, she was a smoking little number. Around 18, 5'5, long blonde hair and a tight body. I'd seen her earlier that week going for a jog, skin tight running shorts that showed off a perfect 18 year old ass, and a camel toe to die for. Not to mention the little running top, that did nothing to hide pointy little nipples of each small breast.
Apparently I had missed the real show. The guard I took over from, was only to eager to describe the clothes she was wearing, when she left earlier that evening. In his words:
"She looked like a hooker man! You should have seen her, black fishnets, and the dress she was wearing, barely covered her ass! It was basically a tight shirt and no bra. Not that she is packing much up top. But man, that should be illegal!"
Lucky son of a bitch. The things I would love to do to that body. But of course it's only fantasy. The chances of a 38 year old security guard getting lucky with a hot 18 year old were non-existent. Doesn't hurt to look though.
3am rocked around and I was starting to feel tired, so I went for a patrol. On my way back I saw a cab pull up, and the ambassador's niece pour herself out. I say pour, because the girl was wasted. In true teenage fashion, she had gone out and guy after guy had brought her drinks, all hoping to get into her pants or tiny dress, in this case.
When I got to the gate the cab was gone. Propped up against gate, she was barely able to stand. Her tiny black dress had ridden up her hips to reveal a purple lace thong that I couldn't take my eyes off. Her hairless pussy lips poked out either side as they gripped the purple material.
"Hi Kellie, did you have a nice time tonight?" I asked, tearing my sight away from her exposed crotch.
She was so far gone she didn't even notice me at first, when she finally did, she started in surprise and nearly fell over.
"Gahh!" a strong smell of liquor followed this nonsensical utterance.
"Hiiiii!" she slurred "do I live here?"
"Yes ma'am, are you OK?" I asked, trying not to laugh.
"I think I might need a little help, I drank a bit, a bit too much. I think. Can you help me?"
She glanced down at her bunched up dress "Oops! Sorry bout that, It keeps doing that."
I wondered how many people she had flashed tonight, probably half of Copenhagen by the looks of it.
"That's OK, here let me give you a hand." I opened the gate and caught her as she fell through. As I escorted her to the house, my arm around her back half holding her up, I could feel my dick getting hard. It didn't help that her dress was again around her waist, but I decided not to tell her since she was way too drunk to care.
The ambassador's house was about what you would expect, big, old, lavish. The guest rooms were on the top floor. I propped her against the wall as I punched in the code to let us in.
"Ma'am?" she was starting to nod off, doing that heavy breathing swaying thing most people do, when they are about to pass out.
I tried again "Kellie? Do you need me to help you upstairs?"
She jerked awake and nodded, smacking her lips. I hoisted her up, half carrying her up to the top floor and into the guest wing. She pointed to a bedroom which could have been hers, or it could have been one of the empty ones. I figured it probably didn't matter either way. I sat her on the large bed and was about to leave.
"Wait!" she whined, "Can you, can you help me with my dress?", she started tugging at it.
"Help you with the dress?" I asked stupidly.
"I can't get it off!" she replied.