This is my first (mostly) true story. I've changed a few details to ensure if my wife reads it she can't identify the circumstances, but below you can read the most erotic experience of my life.
I have a cousin who lives about a 5 hour drive away in the country. We've always had a good relationship, always taking the piss out of each other.
Larissa is about 4 years older than me, very tall and quite thin. Never what you would call a stunner, but she has a ready smile, a round arse and small tits, which I liked. I knew this from many summers spent swimming at our house. We'd done the usual childish things like chasing each other, and pretending to rip off each other's costumes, but never anything overtly sexual.
My fortieth birthday came around and Larissa managed to make the trip, although her husband and son stayed back on the farm for harvest.
My wife and I offered her the spare room at our place and she agreed.
You know, it's odd the way some things can happen. My birthday dinner was a disaster. My wife got ill and couldn't come, and a few others bailed out at the last minute, meaning I had only about 12 people at what was otherwise meant to be a big night. I made the best of it at the restaurant and the plan was to then go on to a local haunt to have a few drinks and dancing if anyone wanted. With so few people and my wife at home ill, most people assumed I wanted to leave and made their excuses. It was just me, Larissa and another couple who made it to the pub. I was in no real rush to get home as my wife was only down with a flu bug, and Larissa finally convinced me to quit drinking and dance with her for a while. We meandered around the dance floor and then a slow number came on. She made no move to leave the floor so I was pretty much forced to dance close with her.
"Sorry about your birthday, Dean", she said softly in my ear. "I know you were planning it to be a bit different".
"Don't worry about it, Riss", I said, sighing a little, "Just wasn't meant to be, and this is nice anyway. I haven't seen you in ages. You look so well!"
"I've finally gotten off my arse and started getting fit. Do you think it shows?" she said and pulled back for me to look. I had to admit she did look great and it must have shown in my eyes.
"I know", she said, "Even I'm starting to think I look hot, although I'm still not getting Braden's attention. It's been months, cuz"
"I find that hard to believe, Riss, I'd be all over you like a rash with a bod like yours", I said with a shake of the head in utter disbelief, and we began dancing again, a little closer now.
I have to admit, it would be good to push the story in a direction from here, but the truth is that we just danced and then about midnight called it quits and headed home.
The night would've ended there except for one more chance event.
About 1am I got out of bed, wearing my boxers, and headed to the kitchen to get some more water. I really didn't want a hangover and despite being a bit drunk, still knew I needed the hydration.
Standing at the sink looking out into the night, I heard a small noise behind me. Larissa was there in a very short maroon negligee, and smiled as I turned around. She reached up to the cupboard for a glass and my eyes fell unconsciously to her arse, which poked out under her negligee. At that stage I couldn't tell if she was wearing a G-string because to me it looked like she was naked. Two lovely round butt cheeks were just peeking out below the silky fabric of her negligee. I couldn't take my eyes off her and it seemed like minutes before she finally found a glass and turned around. I reckon she caught me, but I can't be sure.
Larissa walked towards me and gently laid a hand on my arm;
"Excuse me, Dean, I need to get to that tap", she said, brushing past me. My arm grazed her chest and I was sure I could feel an erect nipple brush my arm, and hear a small intake of breath from Larisssa.
"Wanna sit up and chat for a bit?" I asked.
