I'm studying for my GSCEs. I'm 5' 1" (about 1.5M) tall, a bit dumpy with mousey, shoulder-length hair dyed blond with red highlights. I'm a bit of a 'plain-jane' I suppose, but I do have one redeeming asset - I'm very well-endowed for my age (36D, and still growing). But while I'm proud of my breasts (I can never understand why some women hate their own and have reductions), I get fed-up when all boys seem to want to do is feel me up. Is that all I'm good for - is that all they think about? I think I prefer girls to boys anyway, though I've not had the courage to come out about it, because I'm basically shy and fear ridicule.
I've been out with a few boys, but as I say it always seems to lead to the same thing. I did let one boy go all the way once because I really liked him, but I found doing it for real with him was rather disappointing and once he'd got what he wanted he was off to pastures new anyway and that was that. So the majority of my sexual fantasies seem to revolve around women.
I find girls, or rather mature (at least ten years older than me) women, much more sensitive to a young girl's needs and moods. They are always more intuitive, and I just love their femininity. I hate the thought of the stereotypical `butch'-type lesbian. That really just turns me off. I hate seeing women dressed in men's clothes, etc Yuk! I love to think of beautiful women wearing fine, stylish clothes, nice hats, sheer nylons, pumps etc. I have a real thing about fashions from the forties and love the black and white movies from that time that reflect the era. I love a sense of style and identification.
On weekends, when I'm not at school, I love to wear stockings and suspenders and petticoats. I love the feel of sheer nylon against my legs. It is so sensuous, and I believe many women as well as men have a `thing' about it too (nylon fetish).
Anyway, enough of that.
What I'm about to tell you is a fantasy, but one I would love to fulfil some time soon although I'm absolutely terrified of the consequences.
It concerns an aunt of mine, a really elegant lady. She is tall and feminine and wears beautiful clothes, and she seems so worldly even though she is only thirty-five, she seems to know absolutely everything and I always seek her advice about things. I also have such a crush on her that I actually ache just thinking about her. She is the physical manifestation of all that I think a woman should be, in terms of elegance, style and romance. She is willowy, just like a top fashion model and her make-up is always perfect -- she is a beautician for Boots. She is the object of most of my fantasies and the ones I generally think about before I go to sleep at night. Mind you, I don't know how I'd be able to live with myself if she ever found out how I feel about her and what I wish could happen between us. I feel guilty about masturbating when I'm thinking about her, what on earth would she think? But that just seems to make it all the more exciting.
I go over to my aunt and uncle's most weekends (they only live in the next town). It's become a bit of a regular thing. My aunt and I go shopping Saturday afternoon (lots of going in nice clothes shops etc.) while my uncle goes off to watch football. It's generally window-shopping, but sometimes my aunt treats me to a little something. We get along so well and I can talk to her about girlie-stuff. I sometimes think I have more in common with her than my uncle, and certainly more than my own mother. My mum's worried about me being a nuisance to them because I keep going over there, but honestly, my aunt and uncle don't seem to mind at all. In fact I think my aunt enjoys my company and the fact that we can have 'girlie' talk and that I'm so into lady's fashions puts us sort of on the same wavelength. I digress...
I go over to my aunt's one Saturday and when I get there she informs me that Simon (my uncle) will be staying away that night as the team he supports have an away match in the north of England, which is a fair distance away She adds that he and his mates will be making a weekend of it, staying over at a hotel. I suddenly get a flutter of excitement at her saying this, sensing that she may be telling me this for a very good reason.
Anyway, we have a thoroughly enjoyable time around the shops, morning coffee, nice lunch in a quality restaurant, and a real good `spend-up' in the stores. My aunt treats herself to an evening gown and some very sexy underwear. But she doesn't forget me. In fact she spoils me something rotten on this particular Saturday, buying me a complete new set of clothes, some sexy underwear, and some expensive perfume. I wonder what it's all about? It makes me feel special and I get the feeling she's, in an indirect way, trying to seduce me -- which she is, and succeeding!
She helps me try the clothes on, saying how nice I look and everything. It really is a pleasure going shopping with someone who has a sense of style, who can give you advice about what suits you and what to wear. She also allows me to help her try things on in the store. It's quite intimate in those little changing rooms with the flimsy little curtain the only protection from prying eyes, and I become sort of aroused as I help her off with her clothes and on with the new stuff. Her gown really looks great on her and hangs superbly. She has such a lovely figure. Everything she puts on seems to hang perfectly. She makes me feel so frumpy, not intentionally - it's just me.
When I accidentally touch her skin or brush against her bottom I feel all peculiar, but nice peculiar. We smile and giggle and fuss about each other and have a great time. Now and again she gives me an affectionate hug, and I do the same back.
Later, back at her house she has a proposition for me -- would I like to stay the night, seeing that my uncle won't be home? Oh my God! Would I? I find it hard to contain my excitement and when she suggests that maybe we could spend some time that evening trying on our new clothes and making up, I nearly faint. But I do my best to act all cool and grown-up. She says that maybe I would like her to style my hair. I feel myself blushing to the roots.
She telephones my mother (her sister-in-law) to ask if it's all right for me to stay. Fortunately mum agrees. We spend the evening drinking red wine and dressing and making up. Auntie (Julie) makes up my face like a photographic model, with flawless skin. Somehow she manages to hide my spots and blemishes. She does something temporary but very creative with my hair and when she eventually allows me to look at myself in the mirror; I'm astounded to think the person looking back from it is actually me. The ugly duckling has blossomed! She whispers to me she'd like to take a picture of me looking so nice and again I feel myself blushing. She gets me to pose in the bedroom, doing a couple of just head and shoulders, and then asking me to spread out on her gorgeous white bedspread, showing a bit of leg and cleavage. She makes me feel like a beauty queen. Then she says, how about something more daring, and possibly because of the wine I say, like what?
She says what about some nice pics of me in my underwear. I'm a bit shy at first but eventually agree to it after a few more compliments from Julie. I strip down to my bra and panties, stockings and suspenders, the set she had bought for me that afternoon (in real life I know I'd be too shy to do this). She starts snapping away while I assume various poses, some of them quite naughty, becoming ever more daring with each new position adopted and ever more excited. I feel myself getting wet and wonder if it will show through my panties. I even feel confident enough to give her a couple of `centre-spreads' which she seems to approve of.
Suddenly I'm acting like a whore. Julie remarks how hot it's getting in the bedroom and puts down the camera and starts to take her top off. I go over to her and we embrace and kiss. At first it's just a little kiss on the lips. But then I feel her tongue come out. I open my mouth for her and it wriggles and darts inside like a little fish. I love her soft fragrant skin and start kissing her shoulders and between her breasts. She still has her lacy bra on but I unhook it for her and let it fall to the floor. Then I turn around in her arms so that my back is to her. I can feel the warm, softness of her breasts on my back. I catch hold of her hands and place them on my own breasts (still contained inside my bra). She rolls them gently, squeezing my nipples between her fingers as she does so. I hear her sigh inwardly and her head rests against my shoulder. She kisses around my neck, pushing my bra up to expose my `pride-and-joys'. My nipples feel like pellets and my crotch is absolutely sopping. We fall together in a heap on the bed - hot, randy, perspiring and panting. We kiss deeply, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues, and our bodies with our hands. We bring each other to a fever pitch, before Julie finally goes down on me and brings me to the most fantastic orgasm I've ever had. It makes me literally cry with joy.
After resting in each other's arms for a few moments we head to the bathroom to refresh ourselves. But first there's just one thing I must do. I get Julie to sit on the side of the bath and spread her legs while I kneel between them. I have always tried to imagine what another girl or woman would taste and smell like, but I have only myself for reference, having enjoyed the taste of my own juices if not the smell. But I can only imagine it would be absolute heaven to go down on my aunt and lick her out.
After I bring her to a shuddering climax, which has her crying out in ecstasy, we shower again, Julie rubbing aromatherapy oils into my skin and me doing the same to her.
After I've masturbated to this fantasy I immediately feel guilty, but it soon passes and I can usually fall into the most delicious sleep afterwards.
I wonder if there are any other young girls out there who have had similar fantasies? I'd love to know. This is the first time I have shared mine with anyone.
Jem