Author's note:
I wrote this on request, I would like to thank that person for the ideas and encouragement.
It does contain a little incest, so if that is not what you like please do not read it. It is mainly a voyeur and risky public sex story, I hope those that like that will enjoy it.
That being said, this is mostly my own imagination, please don't think anyone is real or that what has been described is more than my usual foolishness, albeit there is a little truth in everything I write so I will leave you the reader to decide what may or may not be based on fact.
I hope you all will like and enjoy it for a bit of fun.
Fliccy.
*****
I didn't really know him very well, he wasn't my usual type at all. Simon was quite a bit older than me but perhaps it had been his charm or maybe his lust for life.
I had first met him in a café, Tiffany and I had been having a quiet lunch when he boldly walked up to our table and asked if I would like a drink with him that evening.
I'll admit, it was quite the move, so full of confidence that I had barely looked at Tiffy for permission before saying yes.
He didn't ask for my number, just handed me his card.
"Text or call me, we can meet up when you like." Was all he said with a small smile before walking out of the café.
Tiffy grinned at me and shook her head. Out of the two of us she was by far the better looking. She was my lover and owner, my half-sister and the love of my life, yet we had often had boyfriends as well.
Our love was kept between us and since I was between boyfriends, this sounded like fun.
"How do you DO it?" she laughed.
"I didn't DO anything, you saw, he just walked up." I replied with a shrug.
"It's the tits, it's always the tits." She said, pointing at my lowcut top with her fork.
"It's not my fault they are this big." I retorted as I stole her fork and shoved the piece of cake on it into my mouth.
Tiffy reclaimed her fork and scooped up more cake, this time keeping it out of my reach.
"Stop that Fliccy, you'll only whinge about me letting you get fat." She admonished me.
My own plate had a salad on it, Tiffy rarely let me go off my diet.
I don't have a big weight problem, but I have always been paranoid about my figure. At five two, I couldn't afford to put on much weight.
I was currently slim, with a small waist and hips, long legs for my short body and my skin was ridiculously pale too. What I did have, that men seemed to like, was a very large bust. DD boobs that caused me no end of problems.
I flicked my long rosy blonde hair and speared some green leaves onto my fork.
"Whatever, you could let me have a BIT of cake." I said with a meaningful look at the massive slice she had on her plate.
Tiffy laughed in my face and shook her head in a 'no'.
Tiffany was tall, slim, small breasted and athletically built, she looked like a super model and annoyingly could eat almost anything she wanted without gaining an ounce of fat.
It was hard to believe we were related, but I took after our father while she took after her mother, we both had our petty jealousies. Tiffy wished she was more like our father, while I wished I had her height and figure.
Those things didn't stop us loving each other with an almost frightening intensity.
After lunch we headed back to the office, I Texted Simon on the way, just a simple 'hello, where and when.' Message.
I'm not overly body confident and rarely think I'm attractive, so I was pleased and reassured when he text back within moments.
'Coffee at Starbucks on Boothham street, 5.30.?'.
I showed Tiffy the txt.
"Oh, no, you need time to change, txt him back and say Seven at Café Rouge."
I nodded in agreement, there was no way I was going on a date looking like I had just finished work.
He agreed to the change, Tiffy and I shared a smile, he seemed eager.
*******
We got home just after five and I rushed to get ready, a quick shower, do my hair, shave my legs etc, and put on some fresh makeup.
While I did that, Tiffy chose my outfit. Tiffy always choses what I wear.
I put on my glasses and took a quick look at what she had decided for me.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes, I can tell you already like him. Might as well show off a bit and if he gets your knickers off..." She said with a knowing smile.
"True, I'm pretty sure if he wants to, I'll fuck hm." I agreed with a laugh.
Tiffy handed me the small but expensive chrome and gold butt plug, I unscrewed the Sapphire and diamond head to fill it with KY.
I only filled it halfway, already the four small holes in the head were oozing out droplets of KY.
"Fill it to the top, if he takes you to dinner, that much won't last." Said Tiffy with a thoughtful nod.
She was right, so I did as she instructed and then screwed the top back in place before reaching around behind me.
"Wait, let me." Tiffy asked with a smile.
I smiled back and handed it to her before turning around and bending over to give her easy access to my anus.
Very gently, she placed it's tip at my hole and then slid it inside me, it fitted easily as it wasn't big and I was used to wearing it.
She used a tissue to wipe up a bit of excess from my inner bum cheeks and then patted my left buttock.
"All done, lets get the rest on." Tiffy's voice was a little husky and I could tell she was getting turned on.
First went on a white camisole top with thin spaghetti straps that crossed over on my back, it was made of thin lace and satin, low cut to show off the tops of my breasts and thin enough to hint at my nipples.
Normally I would wear a bra, but she had decided to sex me up, so I went without.
Next was a pair of blue satin knickers that tied at my hips with white ribbons, decent enough to hide my triangle of reddish gold pubic hair, but at the back they were more of a thong and didn't cover much of my bum cheeks.
After that was a pair of hipster jeans in white. Not exactly in fashion anymore, yet sexy enough that I would be forgiven for being unfashionable. Not that I had ever been a big one for the latest trends.
Tiffy sat me down and did my hair for me, brushing it out and then braiding it down my back in one long plait, leaving twin locks of hair at my temples to hang down and frame my face.
It was a look she liked on me and I have grown used to it, even if it did make me look younger than I was and had caused me to be asked for ID at a few clubs and pubs in the past.
At twenty six, I still got mistaken for twenty quite often. With my hair done like this and the minimalistic makeup I always wear, I am frequently mistaken for eighteen or younger. Being so small didn't help either.
Almost finished, she handed me a pair of strappy sling backed shoes, also in white with a three and a half inch heel.
Slipping them on I turned to her.
"Good enough?" I asked.
