Lise in topic Lise's playground · Edited
Let me tell you a little story about what happened to me Christmas last year. Unlike this year we had a huge gathering in the country house, my family owns. From my grandmother I got this most amazing Christmas present: an exquisite blouse made of pure silk. My aunts urged me to wear it and show it to them. So I changed, switching my own, tacky Christmas jumper. That morning I had decided not to wear a bra, because I like the free, jumpy feeling of my firm C-cup boobs without one. Wearing my new blouse I soon became aware of another sensation: the feeling of my nipples brushing the luxury, soft, warming feeling of the silk the blouse was made of.
I had been feeling frisky since I had arrived at the house. It must have been all that fresh are I was surrounded by out there in the countryside. It had been ages since I’d gotten laid. Because I shared a room together with two cousins, there had been no opportunity to find some relief for my increasingly moist and throbbing cunny. The sensual feeling of the silk touching my swollen nipples made me even more aware of my growing needs. I could feel how the crotch of my knickers had started to stick to my swollen, pouting labia.
From the corner of my eyes I could see Sebastian looking at me. He is my mother’s youngest sister’s husband and a really handsome chap. We had developed a habit of flirting, but things had always stayed innocent. At that moment I still couldn’t know, this was to change soon.
At some point one of my aunts asked me to go down to the wine cellar, to bring some more champagne. I’ve always loved it down there: the whole atmosphere is tranquil, and I like the smell of old brickwork and wood. As I stood in the midst of old, dusty wine bottles, the sultry, aroused feeling radiating inside of me got the better of me. Without thinking my hands moved up to the orbs still hiding underneath the crimson silk. My fingertips started to touch my boobs, feeling them through the luxurious fabric. I closed my eyes and sighed, enjoying the sensual feeling. It made my clit throb even more emphatically.
But the next moment something happened that made my heart sink. “Having a little private fun, my darling Lise…?”, a voice interrupted sarcastically. It was Seb. He had followed me down here. “Turn around, love…” I couldn’t do anything but obey. Sebastian is the kind of man that is used to get his way, quietly dominant. That is one of the reasons why I feel attracted to him. “Go on, keep touching yourself. Don’t let me get into your way of your little enjoyment.”
I stroked and fondled my tits under his calmly watching eyes. To my surprise I found his attention a turn-on. My cunny got even more wet and slippery. I looked over at him from under my eyebrows, my cheeks radiating with a blush of arousal. And all that time Sebastian stood in front of me, hands in his pockets watching me seemingly unmoved.
“Now I want you to unbutton your blouse and show me your tits”, Sebastian said at some point. Again I saw no reason not to do as he told. My trembling fingers undid the buttons. Both ashamed and excited I showed him what was underneath of the silk.
At Seb’s face a dubious smile appeared. “Goodness Lise, have you been running about at the family Christmas party without wearing a bra. A dirty little tart, you are…” His punitive words turned me on. Not only had my cunny become wet but my knees increasingly shaky as well.
“Go on, keep touching yourself, you filthy little slut.” My heart pounding in my throat I did as I was told. Massaging my tits, rolling my nipples between thumb and index fingers, groping the flesh of my boobs in a more and more lustful way.
In the crotch of Seb’s pants in now could see a bulge. I had my uncle excited. Calmly he brought his hands from his pockets and started to unzip his fly. He brought out his cock and began to stroke is. It was really long and thick. Watching me fondle my tits he wanked it.
I had the deep urge to let my one hand disappear underneath the hem of my skirt and make it slide into my knickers to touch my swollen cunny. But I didn’t dare and did neither have the courage to ask my uncle for permission to do so. So I continued to play with my tits, just until he had an orgasm and thick dollops of cum spouted out of his massive, throbbing cock. I watched how they covered the tiles of the cellar floor. It was such an arousing thing to see.
He put back his shrinking cock, cleaning his fingers with a handkerchief from one of his pockets. “Now that was lovely, darling. And you have the most delectable tits. Just like your dear mum…” From the way he said those words, the suggestion arose he has seen them in real time as well. I wouldn’t be surprised but I didn’t want to know.
“Clean up the mess. And don’t forget to bring the champagne.” With that said he turned around, the leather soles of his shoes creaking on the cellar floor. He walked away, leaving me with my bare, heated tits and my snatch soaking.
I had been feeling frisky since I had arrived at the house. It must have been all that fresh are I was surrounded by out there in the countryside. It had been ages since I’d gotten laid. Because I shared a room together with two cousins, there had been no opportunity to find some relief for my increasingly moist and throbbing cunny. The sensual feeling of the silk touching my swollen nipples made me even more aware of my growing needs. I could feel how the crotch of my knickers had started to stick to my swollen, pouting labia.
From the corner of my eyes I could see Sebastian looking at me. He is my mother’s youngest sister’s husband and a really handsome chap. We had developed a habit of flirting, but things had always stayed innocent. At that moment I still couldn’t know, this was to change soon.
At some point one of my aunts asked me to go down to the wine cellar, to bring some more champagne. I’ve always loved it down there: the whole atmosphere is tranquil, and I like the smell of old brickwork and wood. As I stood in the midst of old, dusty wine bottles, the sultry, aroused feeling radiating inside of me got the better of me. Without thinking my hands moved up to the orbs still hiding underneath the crimson silk. My fingertips started to touch my boobs, feeling them through the luxurious fabric. I closed my eyes and sighed, enjoying the sensual feeling. It made my clit throb even more emphatically.
But the next moment something happened that made my heart sink. “Having a little private fun, my darling Lise…?”, a voice interrupted sarcastically. It was Seb. He had followed me down here. “Turn around, love…” I couldn’t do anything but obey. Sebastian is the kind of man that is used to get his way, quietly dominant. That is one of the reasons why I feel attracted to him. “Go on, keep touching yourself. Don’t let me get into your way of your little enjoyment.”
I stroked and fondled my tits under his calmly watching eyes. To my surprise I found his attention a turn-on. My cunny got even more wet and slippery. I looked over at him from under my eyebrows, my cheeks radiating with a blush of arousal. And all that time Sebastian stood in front of me, hands in his pockets watching me seemingly unmoved.
“Now I want you to unbutton your blouse and show me your tits”, Sebastian said at some point. Again I saw no reason not to do as he told. My trembling fingers undid the buttons. Both ashamed and excited I showed him what was underneath of the silk.
At Seb’s face a dubious smile appeared. “Goodness Lise, have you been running about at the family Christmas party without wearing a bra. A dirty little tart, you are…” His punitive words turned me on. Not only had my cunny become wet but my knees increasingly shaky as well.
“Go on, keep touching yourself, you filthy little slut.” My heart pounding in my throat I did as I was told. Massaging my tits, rolling my nipples between thumb and index fingers, groping the flesh of my boobs in a more and more lustful way.
In the crotch of Seb’s pants in now could see a bulge. I had my uncle excited. Calmly he brought his hands from his pockets and started to unzip his fly. He brought out his cock and began to stroke is. It was really long and thick. Watching me fondle my tits he wanked it.
I had the deep urge to let my one hand disappear underneath the hem of my skirt and make it slide into my knickers to touch my swollen cunny. But I didn’t dare and did neither have the courage to ask my uncle for permission to do so. So I continued to play with my tits, just until he had an orgasm and thick dollops of cum spouted out of his massive, throbbing cock. I watched how they covered the tiles of the cellar floor. It was such an arousing thing to see.
He put back his shrinking cock, cleaning his fingers with a handkerchief from one of his pockets. “Now that was lovely, darling. And you have the most delectable tits. Just like your dear mum…” From the way he said those words, the suggestion arose he has seen them in real time as well. I wouldn’t be surprised but I didn’t want to know.
“Clean up the mess. And don’t forget to bring the champagne.” With that said he turned around, the leather soles of his shoes creaking on the cellar floor. He walked away, leaving me with my bare, heated tits and my snatch soaking.
