My name is Sandy; I am tall and slim with dark wavy hair hanging down my back to my hips. I have just had my eighteenth birthday. When I was fourteen, my Uncle Zac came to stay with us for a month before going off to live and work in Dubai. He is my mother's stepbrother but he had worked at foreign locations since before I was born. Mum was eighteen when her father married Zac's mother and she loved him to bits right from the start. They always kept in touch and the whole family was excited that he was finally coming to stay at our house. At that time he was thirty-three years old, rake thin, with wide shoulders and very shy of women. His straight black hair flopped over his forehead and into his eyes. He constantly pushed it off his face.
I fell in love with him at once. For that whole month I made a nuisance of myself, bumping into him in hallways, waking him by climbing into his bed in the mornings and anything else to make him notice me. He was very patient and gentle with me but refused to treat me as an adult or show me more affection than expected from an uncle.
When he left I was desolated but made up my mind that he would be the first man I went to bed with. With that in mind I wrote to him regularly, keeping him informed about all my adolescent problems and dreams. He must have recognised my perfect man as himself. The next three and a half years were spent grooming myself for him and I explained every step in my letters. I did a lot of sport, watched my diet, read everything I could find about the mechanics of sex and arousal and put it all in those letters. He knew that I was saving myself for him.
His letter couldn't have arrived at a better time for me however much it pissed Mum off. Mum and Dad had booked non-exchangeable tickets to Sydney to visit Dad's family and they would be away for the first fortnight of Zac's return visit. I was ecstatic, although I kept that carefully hidden. Mum gave me all sorts of instructions about looking after him, and food and things, but was pleased that he was going to be there. She hadn't been happy about leaving me at home alone.
When Zac's taxi arrived I was at the door to meet him. The hello kiss I gave him was very restrained so as not to scare him. However, after dinner he went upstairs early, trying to get ahead of the jetlag and I sat down to plan for the morning.
At six am I did as I had years ago; woke him after getting into his bed. This time I wasn't wearing my Mickey Mouse pyjamas. Wearing instead only a light spray of Seduction, I woke him by sliding down in the bed and gently sucking his morning hardon. It took several minutes before he did more than moan and sigh. Once he woke of course, he tried to take it out of my mouth, protesting that this wasn't the right thing to do. I held fast and kissed and licked, then sucked the purple head right down my throat, gagging at first. However, it didn't take too long to get used to it as I slurped saliva all over it and stroked his tight ball sack with my right hand while I massaged his anus with my left. It was only about three minutes before he came in my throat, his hands holding my head and stroking my hair.
I knew I had cracked it. Now that I had sucked him so thoroughly it would be much easier to persuade him to take my cherry. Moving up the bed I kissed him letting him taste himself on my tongue. As I kissed him I ran my left hand over his flat stomach and down through his pubic hair to his flaccid cock, playing with it, rubbing the ball of my thumb over the eye and wrapping my fingers around the shaft. He began by grasping my upper arms, trying to push me off. As his cock hardened again, he used his grip on my biceps to pull me closer. As well as my hand, I was rubbing my pelvic bone against him. My pussy was dripping wet and leaking onto his balls.
