Sarah McGee was determined to lose her virginity by the time she was 18, and she had always envisaged that she would give her cherry to her cousin, Oliver Hough who was the same age as her and she thought he was gorgeous, tall, athletic, good looking, funny, intelligent and painfully shy.
He was also apparently lacking gumption; she had been
virtually throwing herself at him for two years and she hadn’t had so much as a
peck on the cheek let alone his pecker up her snatch.
She knew he wasn’t gay because she’d seen his porn
folder on his laptop, it was all straight, and all the girls were classily
dressed but very sexy.
The Hough’s and the McGee’s had shared a house for
four years after Ben Hough and Billy McGee were killed in a sea fishing
accident, so she knew the venue she wanted to use for her deflowering.
Having looked at his porn she knew what he liked in a
woman, so she knew what to use to bait the trap.
He had a lot of pictures of young women in stockings,
in fact there were a lot of pictures of just stockinged legs.
So, she deducted that he was a leg man, which was good
because she had great legs, but having said that there were a lot of pictures
of tits, arse and fanny.
He liked plump little tits, tick, small pert arse,
tick, hairy bush, tick.
So, she met all of his criteria, she thought she even
had the right hair colour, as he had a disproportionate amount of naked red
heads.
The other thing she noticed was that none of them were
wearing cheap, shabby, tawdry, or ill-fitting garments, and all the underwear
matched, so she went on a shopping trip to Hanratty’s and bought a selection of
quality lingerie and hosiery.
So, Sarah had the venue, the clothing, and the
equipment she just needed to set the time and date and time was running out
with less than a month to go.
Then an opportunity presented itself when for one day
only due to a variety of reasons everyone was going to be out so the stars had
aligned, they would have the house to themselves for a full 9 hours.
Sarah McGee positioned herself in front of her mirror
so she was visible through the bedroom door as Oliver walked up the stairs and
he stopped in his tracks when he saw Sarah displaying herself like a classy
tart, with her classy chassis dressed in classy expensive lingerie, the
camisole merely hinted at its formidable contents and only her proud peaks
betrayed her arousal and her cami-knickers were both flattering and tempting
simultaneously while her black stockings were again of the highest quality as were
their contents.
His hands sweated and his mouth salivated as he
surveyed every inch of the gorgeous package in black.
“Do you like my undies?” she asked, “I’m wearing them
for someone special”.
He just stood in the doorway and continued to appraise
her.
“You like my stockings and suspenders eh” she said
seductively but he was speechless, so she stepped towards him.
“Perhaps we should find out how much?”
She maintained eye contact with him as she unbuttoned
his shorts and pulled down the zip and still, he was silent except for his
breathing.
“Well, you do like my stockings” she exclaimed as her
hand found his cock and when she’d tugged it out and it unfurled, she added.
“Wow you really, really, liked them”.
“I really do” he stammered as she tugged gently on his
shaft.
Sarah was very calm on the outside, but she was on
fire inside, so she increased the tempo.
“I like everything” he gasped.
“Perhaps I should show you more” she suggested and
reluctantly released his erection.
She walked over towards her bed and glancing in the
mirror she was delighted to see he’d stepped inside and closed the door and in
the absence of her hand Oliver replaced
it with his own.
She turned to face him and smiled seductively as she
pulled the camisole off over her head and exposed her perfect breasts causing
him to grip his shaft more firmly.
“I see these meet with your approval” she said and
caressed them.
“They’re perfect” he said.
“You don’t think I can do better?” she asked.
“You look perfect right now” he said.
“Then I think you’d better have me right now” she said
and wriggled out of her Cami knickers, and they hit the floor the same time as
his shorts.
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