This story is set fifteen years ago before I was married.
It was a cold, crisp evening and my thigh high boots clip-clopped along the pavement as I walked. I pulled the thick, long coat tighter around me to try and keep out the worst of the weather. I was on my way to see my latest boyfriend at his mother's house.
His mother was away so he had invited me for dinner. Dave was staying there temporarily while he waited to move into a new apartment. Dinner and a night alone with him sounded like heaven. I couldn't wait.
As I reached the house I slipped slightly on the icy path and pulled my thigh awkwardly. It hurt a little but I recovered as best I could and rang the door bell. It was opened by a beautiful girl with long blonde hair and a very low cut dress. Her breasts were nearly spilling out and her blue eyes were full of fun and mischief.
Had I got the wrong address? Or worse, was my boyfriend fucking someone else? All sorts of combinations shot through my mind. She just smiled at my confusion and said, "Hi! I'm Dave's sister, Clare."
"Oh, you're his sister?" I mumbled stupidly as I stepped into the hallway.
"Yes, she's my sister," said Dave, as he came to towards me and kissed me on the cheek. "She and her husband are having dinner with us, and also my friend, James, is here as well."
"Oh"
This wasn't what I was expecting or, in truth, what I really wanted.
"Shall I take your coat?" asked Clare.
"Oh," I mumbled again. She must have thought my vocabulary was very limited.
Clare and Dave looked at me waiting for an answer.
"The thing is," I said, trying to string a coherent sentence together, "Erm, could I see you alone for a minute, Dave."
"Sure, come upstairs to my room."
On reaching his room he said, "What on earth is wrong with you tonight?"
"Well it's this," I answered.
"Oh my God … oh … wow … but … oh."
It was now his turn to lose his power of clear speech. I had undone my coat and dropped it to the floor. I was standing completely naked other than for my thigh high boots. My skin was gleaming with the special oils I had carefully massaged into myself and my pussy was smooth and hairless.
"I thought it would be just us two for dinner," I explained.
"Oh wow. You look amazing. I love the boots and your … God, you look hot."
He closed in on me and was soon kissing my neck and shoulder, his hands running over my back and bottom. I could feel him getting aroused, his hardness began to press against me. I wanted him to just fuck me, as I had planned, and then do with me whatever he wished. His mouth was now on my nipples, sucking and licking them. I somehow pulled away and said, "Dinner. Your sister."
"Oh yes. Dinner. But you can't go down like that! I know, you'll have to wear one of my mother's dresses."
"You've got to be joking!"
But there was no alternative. I picked out a golden flowery thing from her wardrobe. It sort of fitted, in an old fashioned way, but it was made of very thin silky material. My perky nipples thrust through and the silkiness was clinging to my well oiled bottom, thighs and tummy like a second skin.
"Jesus! Mother never looked sexy in that dress, that's for sure."
I did my best to compose myself and we went downstairs to join the others and to, hopefully, enjoy our meal.
Dinner went okay. The three men seemed to delight in glancing at my nipples and my unrestrained breasts. This made me feel so sexy. Clare also looked incredible as I knocked back the wine. Her breasts and cleavage kept me entertained. I watched them swell as she breathed in and then deflate slightly as she exhaled. I was hoping she would breath extra deep and her nipples would burst free. What would they be like? While I kept watch we got on just great and chatted away like we had known each other for years.
"I saw you were limping a little when you came into the house," she said.
"I pulled my thigh a bit on the path," I told her.
"I'll have a look at it, if you want, after dinner. I'm a physiotherapist."
"Thanks," I agreed. Well it would have been rude to refuse, wouldn't it?
With the dinner debris cleared away Clare took me into one of the unused rooms and locked the door behind her.
"Right, lets have a look at that leg of yours. Sit in the armchair over there."
I did as instructed and she knelt next to me. I looked down her impressive cleavage as she lifted my leg in her delicate hands.
"This boot will have to come off," she said and she lifted the hem of my dress upwards. There was a zip on the inside of the boot, but this was high on my thigh. My dress was soon level with my pussy. She then realised my nakedness and almost gasped, "My brother is some lucky guy."
She lifted the dress higher, nearly to my tummy button and licked her red, full lips. Her fingers found the zip and she slowly pulled it downwards so that my boot could be removed. Once this had been done she began to manipulate my leg and bend it in various directions.
I was breathing quite heavily as I looked down at my lower exposed regions. I felt sure that Clare was moving my leg more and more to one side so that my pussy would be fully on display.
"I'll massage your thigh."
"Right."
Her hands started at my knee and agonisingly slowly rubbed and pummelled my flesh. Gradually her hands moved higher. I allowed my other leg to 'accidently' drift sideways. I wanted Clare to have an unhindered views of my secret valley.
Eventually she reached the very top of my thigh and her fingers began to smooth the outer layers of my cunt. It felt so unbelievably sensual that I couldn't help by spread my legs further apart. She took the hint and one of her hands started gently stroking my pussy. I trembled with desire and wanting. One of her fingers easily pushed between my moistened lips. I let out a deep sigh as her digit pushed further inside me. I was breathing heavy, my heart pounding away as another finger joined her first. I wanted more but she withdrew her glistening fingers, her bright red finger nails covered with my juices.
I was almost pleading for her to continue. She placed one hand each side of my vaginal lips and pulled them wide apart. My pink wetness was now fully opened and on display. I could see a look of lust in her blue eyes as she moved her head forward. Her tongue started to lick deep inside my spread open cunt and I could feel my orgasm forming as my internal muscles spasmed slightly. Then there was a knock on the door. "Damn!" I thought.
"Are you nearly done?" called my boyfriend.
"Yes, won't be much longer. We are nearly there now."
"Okay, don't be too long."
Clare's mouth returned to my cunt and she spread my lips again, this time to open up and expose my hard clit.
"My what a big one," she said and she started to slowly suck on my magic bulbous button. I couldn't hold back any longer and cried out as I orgasmed, my body shaking with pleasure. I was grabbing at my tits as I did so, pulling on my nipples through the silky material of the dress.
I came back to earth as Clare said, "It's a pity, but we'd better join the others."
I pulled my boot back on, zipped up the side and stood up facing Clare. We kissed gently and I could taste my pungent juices on her lips. My hands reached to feel her delicious looking boobs.
