I live in a small town outside Madrid with my parents my father Emilio; mother Conchita and older sister Isabella. Isabella has always been my role model and when I finished school I wanted to like her. She had spent two years in Madrid and come back a different woman. More confident and more importantly a boyfriend. She had a job as a teacher now in our town and her boyfriend Miguel was no staying with us as a paying guest. I guess they didn't want to get married.
Last evening I had a wonderful experience. It was my birthday and I was a little down so Miguel and Isabella asked me to go out with them. I went through my wardrobe several times trying on different outfits. I wanted to look sexy yet not blatantly too revealing. I eventually chose a black mid thigh length dress, it was fairly low cut β enough to show a modest cleavage, I wore black hold ups but did not bother with a bra. I fixed my hair up and applied my make up. Looking at myself in the mirror I thought I had achieved the 'right' look, sexy yet sophisticated. Isabella on the other hand looked very sexy. She is a brunette and light eyed.
She had a lovely flowing dress and her ample figure was hard to hide. She looked very confident and she gave me a hug to cheer me up. We went to a pub and then to dinner. Miguel looked smashing. How I wished he was my boyfriend. During dinner I kept stealing glances at him. He was about 6 feet tall with the bluest eyes. His hair was black and it touched the neck of his dark blue shirt. At the top of his shirt tufts of black hair stood out. A man with a hairy chest always turned me on and he definitely had a chest full of matted hair. I was sure Isabella would be running her fingers through the mat of hair on his manly chest.
Just watching them talk and laugh and the handsome look on Miguel's face made a shiver go down my spine and the pressure between my legs grow even fiercer. I closed my eyes for a brief moment and imagined his lips nibbling my earlobe while his masculine hands slid up my shirt toward my eager, aching breasts. But it is soon time to go home. I thank them both and Miguel bends to kiss me on my cheeks. I feel elevated and I am wet between my legs. I want to banish all these thoughts as we drive back home. I am sitting in the back while Isabella and Miguel are up in front. I am sure she has her hands on his lap and is caressing his manhood.