Hidden Woman 108814035514

Short Story

I was glad the picnic was over. The heat was in the afternoon but more pressing was the need to get away from Stan.

My soon to be new step dad Stan was too much to watch… along with my mum Patricia. You know the mature rekindled flirty lovey dovey doey eyed; nearly childishly playful but bordering on needing a room because they know where this all leads, sex piled on sex. Shit the wedding was only three months away. But hey they weren’t saving a fuck for that day it seemed.

Stan was a bloke’s guy; you know a manly man; hunting, fishing, sports and a chainsaw sculptor by trade. He certainly had an eye for the hidden object in his mind’s eye, a rugged, rough hewn troll or a delicate, half naked female bush sprite. I will grudgingly concede he was a craftsmen with his chosen skill. He sold his pieces for a shit load of money too.

My two younger brothers Harry and Pete doted on the guy, the need for a father.  Even a stepfather. They loved how Stan shared kicking a ball around the park, took them fishing and wrestled and mucked about. They were right into Stan’s boy too, Mike at eight, was right between their ages, seven and nine and they were a trio of action. Mike liked my mum too, he needed a mum.

I didn’t need a step father; I’m eighteen … I needed a lover or more basically a ‘bases’ groper on my unfortunately still virginal body.

A senior college girl like myself is more wary around a new potential mother’s partner after several years in a man free house. You know younger brothers don’t even look twice or once when you sunbath in a bikini on the back lawn, they whine to mum to get you to move so they can kick their bloody ball around.

They only yell at you for hogging the bathroom and push past you roughly in your tight towel as you emerge from the bathroom. They couldn’t care how nice your freshly shaved legs look.

Even your mum hasn’t noticed how you have really filled out your breasts in the last six months. She has eyes only for Stan, her man. 

Stan notices you around the house. He notices your short tight pants and camel toe. You see his eyes dip south.  You turn as you walk along the hallway one day because you feel eyes watching. Stan is checking out your booty.  You shower early to avoid the late log jam in the bathroom. As you exit wrapped in a small towel, Stan takes you all in, shaved legs and barely constrained breasts. 

You avoid being alone with him. You dress modestly. You get a bathrobe for your birthday. You keep your bedroom door shut.  Stan does nothing really except be a male. You notice more guys checking you out at college too. You calm yourself and say you are being paranoid. You are a bit stressed with final college exams looming in two weeks.

You need a boyfriend. Yes, you need your first ‘romantic fuck’.

You realise that’s an odd combination of words.

The romantic sexual encounter sounds more refined: the under the silk sheets, taken by a hot young guy with tenderness and kisses, you are vague on the details… but it starts your usual gentle masturbation fantasy under the doona.  The slow build of your wetness and the fondling of your clit and the sliding of your fingers through your fleshiness between your legs.  This is you as a demure sensual creature. Controlled auto eroticism. The fantasy of the perfect first sex encounter. The orgasms are sweet and petite. You are a nice girl and your sheets stay dry.

Then there is fucking you, when you sneak your mum’s vibrator. She’s not using it anymore.  You don’t build a fantasy you just turn it on a high setting and gel it and shove it between your legs which are spread high, wide and indecent. You buzz it deep and work it fast, in and out of yourself and finger your clit frantically at the same time. You only do this when the house is empty as you can’t control the moans and loud groans of intense bodily pleasure that explode through you and puddle on the sheet beneath you.

There aren’t many days when you get to be home alone now. The self you want to unleashed is coiled inside you.

There are however the days when you need to be fucked. So you self fuck quickly and get back to study.  You know you will probably succumb to your first cock in the back seat of a car. You have teased the vibrator around your arsehole. You really like it and know secretly you want a guy to take you there.  You want to be a bad girl because bad girls cum hard and cum often….

Stan has asked mum to take the boys for a swim at the weir. Cool off before the drive home. I know he wants her to bond with his boy. My brothers have already grabbed their gear along with Stan’s lad and mum is hesitating.

She asks who will pack up.

I say I will.

“Thanks Em “and she means it.

“Emily… I’m going to wander about for suitable fallen limbs to sculpt …catch everyone at the car… in half an hour” and Stan got organised to go.

Mum grabbed a bag of gear and towels and headed off after the disappearing boys. The weir is five minutes down the river…

I have packed up everything. Geez it was really hot now.

Stan hasn’t hung around.  I realise I’m just sexually frustrated and he only looks at me in a general guy looking at a girl, any girl, especially when some flesh is on show. He barely glances at me in a long bathrobe or loose slacks that hide my cute butt shape.

My choice of clothing for today, slacks and a long sleeved, buttoned high blouse. No skin invitation for anyone. But a bad choice given the heat. I’d love shorts and my bikini top, screw Stan.

I knew I had about twenty minutes before mum and the boys got back. I went for a walk up the river bank path. It was very warmish even in the shade and I rolled up my blouse sleeves and opened my top two buttons, yes there was cleavage, but there was only me. 

The water looked so cool and inviting at the ford. I took my shoes off and rolled my pants up and sat on the edge of the bank and dipped my feet. It was refreshing.

There was no one around. Stan would be deep in the thicker tree zone I told myself. As I removed my blouse and slacks. Bra and panties isn’t skinny dipping I told myself if I am caught out.  I lay in the welcoming cool water imbibing its stimulant flow over my skin.  I was controlled.  After five minutes I looked for a large flattish boulder to sun myself on and dry out my underwear. I looked down and realised my nipples and breasts were clearly visible and shaped by the wet bra. Then I looked down between my legs to the clingy cotton and fuck my dark hairy pubic triangle was visible against the wet fabric.  

As I looked up… there was Stan on the bank… eyes fixed you know where. Not a lot left to his imagination except the pink bits.

I flushed pink, and then I suppose embarrassed red.

“Em “, he said “Don’t be embarrassed…it’s just your beautiful body”

“Yes I know…but it’s not really for you …you’re about to be my …um… step dad”

“Exactly…I’m not your dad…I can appreciate you as a young woman”

I thought okay you bastard try this one…I shouldn’t have…knowing he was a bloke: “So it would be okay if I saw you in the buff in the bush…wandering about butt naked…in your birthday suit…is that what you are saying…nothing to worry about”

“Sure…I’ll strip off… if  it makes you feel comfortable”

I thought where the fuck is this heading. I was possibly about to see my first dick and it was my soon to be step father. Though technically he wasn’t yet. Though he was fucking my mum.

I slipped because I wasn’t looking where I was going. I was watching Stan, would I call his bluff.

I was okay but I was soaked through again.  Stan had come to my aid and helped me up. We both could see everything about my body up close now. The wet fabric revealing what the dry usually conceals.

Stan helped me to the bank.

He was authoritative with: “Em get it off… it needs to dry on the rocks…before you get back to the car park”

I still hesitated.

Stan didn’t. He unclipped my bra and eased down my wet cottontails. He didn’t touch me.

‘Well fuck you Stan I thought… aren’t I woman enough for you’. I have great tits, no kidding and a full cute dark bush, only trimmed around the bikini line.

No he just laid out my underwear to dry; barely looking at me…Christ I didn’t have shrivelled saggy breasts   or fat rolls covering my pubes and my bum didn’t flop, it was taut young booty.

I spoke too soon.  Stan removed his trousers and t shirt very quickly.

“There… no need for embarrassment…we are both equally naked”

OMG, he was frickin well hung. Well a modern girl does come across some porn.

He took me by the hand and led my into the thickening trees. He stopped and pointed to a fallen limb.

He said: “Look carefully…what do you see… in it?”

It was uncanny: I saw a spirited female form in the bend and knots of the limb. “A shapely woman I think” I said uncertainly.

“Yes…but the real woman is you” and he pressed his body into mine. We kissed deeply and passionately. It seemed too frickin natural and acceptable to me.

“It’s great you can release what is within “he added as he touched my pubic mound softly.

My hand was on his swelling big cock. His hand was fingering my rapid wetness between my legs. My was I over moisturised down there. I was soppy and sodden in my own juiciness.  I couldn’t hide my virginal need. My fucking self was unleashed.

Stan eased me back against a broad tree trunk and fondled my tits. His mouth taking turns on each titty. Geez it felt good. I liked to tweak and flick them myself but a guy’s touch and tongue was driving me wild. I couldn’t get enough and thankfully Stan didn’t stop. He sucked and nibbled till he sensed by my urgent breathing I needed massaging somewhere else. And yes down he slid ; kissing into my navel and slinking his tongue across my soft womb and then OMG he was licking my slit.

“Oh Fuck” I said not prepared for the sensational first sweep of his tongue over my pussy lips and swollen clit hood. Geez was it good. It was better than good it was great. And as he built the flicking and probing with his tongue tip, it went up the rating scale to sensational.  It was off the scale by the time my orgasm raced through me. A stunning coursing femclimax, way more intense than any I had created for myself.

I wanted to stay in my orgasmic moment, hold it, but the premium experience went to exceptional as he eased his long rod into my coochie. Wow, was this the real deal. The full cock and pussy package. He was thrusting and I instinctively  started grinding my body into his thrusting. I was euphoric, beyond a personal high as he created a bit of space between our bodies to force his fingers both sides of my clit. It was so sensitive but happy to be included again. He thrust with a compelling rhythm and I was luxuriating in it.  I was so goddamn happy to be a woman. I was in love with my own cunny and I was in love with male cock. It was going to be a regular part of my life from this day forward. I was finally happy with my inner self. This was me and it was great.

Stan steadied me and eased me down on top of him in the bracken.  He showed me how to ride him. Shit it was awesome each time my clit pounded into his pubic bone.

“I love your bush “he said, “Always keep it…it is you…dark and alluring…trust me on this one”

“Mmm…mmm…yeah…mmm” was all I managed. Caught in youthful first amazing sex.

“Trust me” he said as he eased his fingers into my arsehole. Wow it was intense. My pussy filled and my arse with two fingers. My two holes nearly joined. He could do anything he liked with me… I was that fucking happy and delighted in sex.

The shadows were dancing over our bodies under the trees. Light and shadow. I felt so light, so ecstatic, yet fully dense too…so female filled.

The sex had taken over. I wasn’t thinking about being caught. I didn’t care about my mother’s needs. I had my own to keep filling. I was greedy for every offered experience under the trees. Right here and right now.

The heights of pleasure. My pussy sucked to orgasm. Then the ante upped as my coochie was sated. I felt an orgasm approaching. Then Stan had his fingers out of my arse and his big pecker eased into my arse hole.

“Oh fuck…oh yeah…oh deeper please…oh my …oh… oh… oh” I was nearly screaming.

I was delirious with pleasure. This was unimaginable undreamt pleasure. My back crack pleased and my clitty being massaged by his fingers.

I came again just as intense as I had a few minutes ago.  Our pleasure released together as Stan groaned as he creamed my arse.

I collapsed onto his chest. His firm manly chest. He wrapped his arms around me.

I could have lain there in the shadows on his body for ever I think. I was that happy.

Stan eased me up: “Let’s get your dry underwear and get back; okay… you’re a wonderful woman within Em”

I knew I was out as myself…nothing to hide…I was exposed to my sexual self as clearly as the soon to be revealed shape of the femsprite still inside the fallen tree limb.

Mum and the boys were at the Land Cruiser waiting.

Stan and I carried back the limb he would shape up into a femsprite.

Mum talked happily on the drive back about their bonding swim. It looked like she had the workable blended family she wanted.

It looked like I had the step father who really understood the girl within…

A week later …Stan gave me the beautiful wood carved sprite as a memento of the day.

The following day…I gave Stan a really top notch screw in our attic…  as a return thankyou…

Needless to say Stan’s gifts and my girly thank you‘s became a part of our lives in the immediate future…

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