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Young, sexy and gorgeous!
When I was young I went through an unhappy period of time. I was being bullied in my last year at school in England and my parents were going through an unpleasant divorce. One day my mother asked me if I would like to go and stay with my uncle in Spain for a while. She said that she didn't know how long it would be for - probably a couple of months while things settled down at home. She knew that I liked my uncle and his house with its sunny pool. I was a little unsure at first, as I knew I would miss my mother, but the prospect of getting away for a long holiday far from my unhappy home and school soon won me over.
A week later I arrived in Spain and soon settled there. I spent plenty of time swimming and reading by the pool and I had a tutor who visited the house for a few hours each day to finish off my education. My favourite time was spent with my uncle's personal assistant, a girl in her early twenties called Honoria. Quite what being my uncle's personal assistant involved I wasn't sure, but it didn't seem to entail a lot of work. However, she seemed to earn good money judging from her extensive wardrobe and sports car. Before working for my uncle she had trained as a beautician and hair stylist. We soon became best friends and I loved to hear from her all about her clothes, make-up and boyfriends. She was supposed to be teaching me Spanish but we mainly just chatted for hours and the more we talked the more open she became, telling me many intimate stories that she would normally only have told her closest girlfriends. We giggled constantly, especially a couple of times when I asked her about make-up and she would try out her skills on me. At other times I would try walking in her high heels and I would stagger about like a fool, but gradually I got the hang of it and she showed me how to walk like a catwalk model - weight on my toes, one foot in front of the other. I think she knew before I did that I was becoming very interested in being sexy for men.
My uncle was busy working most of the time, but when he was at home I often noticed him looking at me by the poolside and sometimes he would help me to apply sun cream, which he thought was very important as I was not used to the strong Spanish sun. I soon found that I enjoyed the feel of his big, strong hands on my body when he applied the cream and he and I both seemed to want to do that more often than was strictly necessary. I found that my cock was getting hard when I felt his hands on me and I couldn't help noticing that it had the same effect on him. I loved to see that and enjoyed thinking that I was the cause of it. I daydreamed about what it would feel like to touch his hard cock but never had the courage to do anything about it.
One day he came home with some new swimming trunks for me and I was thrilled when I saw them - two pairs of thong briefs - one in yellow and one in pale blue. I went inside and tried a pair on. I felt so sexy wearing them and eventually plucked up courage to go out to the poolside again, where my uncle's appreciation showed from the bulge in his trunks again! I loved the effect it was having and from that day on I spent more time walking around, wriggling on my sun lounger and generally showing off my bottom when he was around. The creaming sessions became more and more frequent. We both knew what was going on, and a couple of times he mumbled about "what he would do if it weren't for my mother". But he must have had great self-control as nothing more ever happened, except that I realised he was disappearing for a few minutes after our sessions and I loved imagining what he was doing. Frankly, I wouldn't have minded what he did with me whether he was my uncle or not, but I was too young and shy to take the lead.
The months went by and there was no sign of my being told to go home, which suited me fine as I was thoroughly enjoying my life by the pool with my tutor who didn't make me work too hard, Honoria who taught me so much more about life and with whom I had so much fun, and my uncle who was good to me and whom I loved to turn on.
At dinner one evening, my uncle said that he would like me to meet Carlos, a man with whom he did business. He told me that Carlos was easy-going and good fun and loved to be with boys like me. He said that if he liked me there was a good chance we would become friends. If that happened, it would help my uncle to tie up a big business deal with him. He told me that Carlos was very rich and that he would probably be extremely generous to me if he liked me. And if the deal came off, my uncle said that he would make sure that I had a good future working with him and I could earn anything I wanted for myself. To be honest, I wasn't thinking too much about my career prospects at that stage, but the way my uncle hinted at what would happen between Carlos and me made me feel very horny.
It was arranged that Carlos would visit us a few days later and when I talked to Honoria about it she said she was looking forward to getting me ready. It was only then that I discovered that my uncle had asked her to get me dressed and made up as a very sexy girl for Carlos. I was shocked at first, but soon the idea began to make me excited and Honoria and I discussed how I would be prepared at great length.
On the day of Carlos' visit, Honoria and I started the transformation process some time before he was due to arrive. My hair was long when I left England and it had not been cut since, so now there was plenty of it for Honoria to work with. She cut it a little to give me a long fringe which fell over one eye, and gave me some blonde and red highlights. She then made me up, concentrating on my eyes and lips. She built my eyelashes up so that they were longer and darker than I thought possible and I loved the feeling as they fluttered against my hair. My lips were a soft pink with a darker red liner and then a layer of gloss. I thought they looked so inviting I wanted to kiss myself!
Luckily, I was quite small and slim and Honoria and I were about the same size, which meant that she had brought some of her sexiest clothes for me to wear. But first, she produced some breast forms, which she told me my uncle had bought for me. It felt rather strange with these stuck on, but when I put on a lacy white bra the effect made me feel fantastic. Next, she gave me a little matching thong which felt just sensational to wear.
I was concerned about the bulge that showed in them, but Honoria said that Carlos would not mind that. Quite how she knew, she wouldn't say! The little hair that I had on my body was not a problem as it was fine and bleached blonde in the sun. The final touch to my lingerie was a pair of dark hold-up stockings which had me in a state of ecstasy as I pulled them up, assisted by Honoria who made sure they were just right.
We tried a couple of dresses before deciding on a yellow one that was pretty much see through, high around the neck and just long enough to cover my stocking tops. Although not skin tight, the material clung in just the right places to give me a look that I knew would turn any man on. The final touch was a pair of strappy shoes with thin heels about four inches high and small platform soles. She stuck some long nails on my fingers and painted them red, then gave me a good spray in all sorts of places with her favourite perfume.
I looked at myself in the mirror and was so excited at the way I looked - like a classy slut if there is such a thing. Actually, the "classy" bit didn't really matter much to me - I wanted to look like a slut and act like one too! I felt so horny, I thought I would explode.
While the finishing touches were taking place, Honoria said I needed a girl's name, and after some discussion we agreed on "Tania".
There was a knock on the door and it was my uncle. Suddenly, I felt too shy to face him, but there was nowhere to go and before I could stop her Honoria had opened the door to him.
"Meet Tania," she said proudly. He looked at me and his jaw dropped open.
"My God," he said. "You look fantastic! I had no idea you could look so gorgeous!" I blushed at the compliment, but I loved it. He took my hand and led me toward the door. "Carlos will love you. Let's go and meet him."
My heart was thumping as we walked through the house towards the poolside terrace. I felt superb with the dress swishing around my thonged bottom and my heels clicking on the floor. Thank God for my high heel walking practice!
As we came out of the door into the evening air I saw Carlos for the first time. He was not what I had feared - a fat old business man. He was in his forties or early fifties, but he was in good shape with dark skin and almost black hair. Although I was nervous as we approached, he smiled at me with an encouraging and appreciative look that made me feel immediately that I would enjoy being with him.
"Carlos, meet Tania," said my uncle. "What do you think?"
Carlos replied direct to me: "Tania, you are beautiful. Please, turn around and let me look at all of you."
I twirled around, as quickly as I could without falling over my heels, as I wanted the bottom of the dress to flare up and show the tops of my stockings and maybe a glimpse of my bottom. It seemed to work, as Carlos laughed and said: "Perfect! You are even more sexy when you move that when you are still! Now, come and sit with me."
Obediently, I went and sat next to Carlos and my uncle gave us all a glass of champagne. Carlos was bigger than me and I glanced up at him, looking through my fringe nervously. He gave me that smile again and I began to melt.
After some small talk, my uncle looked at his watch and announced that he was going to take Honoria for a meal to thank her for her work. He told me that I must look after Carlos and make sure he had everything he wanted. Being left alone with Carlos made me more nervous, but I soon got over it and started to feel more and more sexy as Carlos gave me another glass of champagne and I began to enjoy the company of this powerful man.
I knew what was expected of me, and he paid me more compliments and reached over to stroke my hair.
"Your lips are so lovely" he said in his strong Spanish accent. His finger touched my lips and I made a move opening them slightly and closing them around his finger as softly as I could. I looked into his eyes as I touched his finger tip with my tongue. His eyes told me that I was doing the right thing!
He removed his finger and leant over and kissed my soft lips, his tongue meeting mine as it entered my mouth. The manly feel of his harder lips against mine, the prickle of a little stubble and the smell of his expensive cologne made me giddy. As we kissed, his hand moved to my leg. The feel of his strong hand moving across my nylon stocking made me shiver with pleasure and I wanted him to keep moving up to my lacy knickers, but he stopped kissing me and said: "We have plenty of time. Would you go to the fridge and get another bottle of champagne?"
I stood up and walked away from him towards the outdoor fridge, making sure I used my sexiest catwalk wiggle. I bent to get the champagne out of the fridge, making sure that he saw my stocking tops and the triangle of knicker material between my legs as I did so. I put the champagne on the table by the fridge, fiddling with the top.
"I can't open this with my nails," I said. "Could you help me with it?" He stood up and came over, standing behind me with his arms reaching around me as he took the champagne bottle. I could feel his hard cock against my bottom as he pulled my hair back and kissed my neck and ear, his tongue giving me fantastic sensations. He put the bottle down and his hands went down to my legs, sliding up my stockings until he reached my bare flesh, then I gasped as he reached my lacy knickers.
"Oh you sexy girl, you are everything I want," he whispered as his hands gently grasped the bulge in my knickers. I leaned back into his body as he cupped my erect shaft and balls. I turned my head and looked up at him and we kissed again. His fingers found their way inside my knickers and gently massaged my cock up and down. More quickly than I would have liked, I felt the sensation of an impending explosion and then I shot a jet of spunk over his hand and on to the table.
"You are a naughty, messy girl," he whispered. "Clean me up." He put his spunky fingers to my mouth and I licked them clean, enjoying doing as he said.
"Did you like that?" he asked. I could only nod, fluttering my eyelashes as I looked up at him through my hair. He moved his hand up to my face again, pressing his finger between my lips. I ran my tongue around it as I had done before and then he pulled his finger out of my mouth and down behind me, lifting my dress and pulling aside my thong before going straight to my hole. It was like an electric shock, but he smiled at me as he gently pushed it in, which hurt me a little. But I soon got used to the sensation and began to groan with pleasure.
"Not too much, too soon," he smiled as he withdrew his finger. "Let's sit down for a minute and have that champagne." I felt frustrated as I didn't want to stop, but he was in charge and I knew I had to do what he said. We drank and talked for a little while, before he leant over and gently kissed me again. By this time the drink was making me braver and I moved my hand to his chest, undoing his shirt and pulling it open. I ran my fingers gently through the hairs on his chest, then moved my head down and licked one of his nipples while my fingertips played with the other. I let my hand slide down to his muscular leg, then back up to his crotch. I could tell from the noises he was making that he was loving it as I took my turn to softly massage his cock and balls.
I looked into his eyes and his expression of sheer pleasure gave me all the encouragement I needed to undo his belt and trousers. I loved the effect I was having. It gave me a shock of delight as his thick shaft sprung out - he was not wearing any underpants. He looked down as my fingers with their long, red nails encircled his cock and gently moved up and down as I had done many times to myself. Then he took control again, pushing my head down to his crotch and I willingly opened my mouth and closed my soft, damp lips around him, continuing to move my fingers up and down as I did so. Working by instinct, I moved my tongue around his cock head, tasting the sticky pre-cum and loving every moment. I moved my lips and fingers up and down together, feeling his cock get even harder in my mouth until I felt his body tense and he shot a stream of spunk into my mouth. He pulled my head back and shot two further squirts over my face.
We looked at each other as he recovered and he wiped the spunk off my cheek and put the cum covered finger in my mouth.
"Swallow it," he said and I obeyed. "Now lie on your back." Again, I willingly followed his command. As I lay looking up at him, he lifted my legs and pushed them back towards my head. He lifted my bottom momentarily to pull my knickers past my cheeks and over my stockings and high heels, before dropping them on the ground. Then he bent down and I felt a new sensation of pleasure as he pushed my legs backwards before he lowered his face and his tongue touched my hole, licking around and pushing into it as his saliva began to run over me. Then he inserted his finger again, pushing it in and out, before going down and covering me in saliva again. He raised himself up and seemed to tower over me as he gently pushed his cock into my hole, causing me a moment's pain until I got used to it.
As he gently moved his cock in and out, he stared at my face. I gazed back at him through the hair that was all over my face, opening my pink lips and licking them to show my pleasure. He gasped and shot another load of spunk - this time inside me.
He pulled out and rolled over, panting for breath for a few moments as I lay on my back, trying to take in all the wonderful feelings and sensations I had just experienced. We heard a car horn as my uncle made sure we knew he was back. We sat up and adjusted our clothes, then Carlos poured us both another glass of champagne. My uncle appeared and looked at us knowingly.
"Tania, I hope you have been looking after Carlos and making sure he had everything he wanted."
Carlos answered on my behalf: "She has been fantastic - I could not have asked for better attention from such a beautiful girl! Now, come and sit down and join us in a glass of champagne. I am looking forward to doing business with you, especially if I will see more of Tania!"
I smiled and blushed and said that I was tired now and thought I would go to bed if the two men were going to talk business. I stood up and turned away, but my uncle said: "I think you dropped something."
Looking around, I saw my little lacy thong on the ground. I bent over to pick it up, making sure that both Carlos and my uncle had a good view of my stocking tops and bare bottom, before slinking away, swinging my rear in my best catwalk style.
Jonny
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