An adult stories – Learning about Lilia and Martin by lucy_anne21,
Lilia called me in the early afternoon, her voice breathless with excitement.
“Lucy, quick, get your sexiest frillies on, you know, the really lacy stuff, and come over as soon as you can.”
“Why, whatever’s the matter Lilia? Is something wrong?”
“No, but Martin has hidden himself away in his room, stroking himself off with a pair of my knickers. If you come over soon, we can have a bit of fun with him.”
“Heaven’s above, did he pinch them out of your laundry basket?”
“No, I took them off and gave them to him, it was better than him stealing them out of mum’s drawer, or off next doors washing line.”
I thought for a moment, Lilia lived about a twenty-minute drive away. She was a good friend of mine, and we’d been on several adventures together over the years. She was older than me, nearly 22, and Martin was her younger brother. He was a bit older than me, at 19, I was 18, and would be 19 in October. He was very good looking, fit, tallish, with a truly lovely smile. Having taken a gap year, he was due to start uni in September, and would be reading electronic design and engineering in Southampton.
She had darkish blonde hair, cut short and worn in curls, blue eyes and the most beautiful smooth white flawless skin. An incredible figure, good breasts, around the same size as mine at 34C, perhaps slightly larger, with a soft roundness to them. She had a nice bottom and strong shapely legs, her tummy was flat, and her pubis was firm and plump with a smooth curve sweeping down to the gap under her crotch, often showing clearly through her clothes. Altogether she was a very attractive girl, I often referred to her as ‘sex on a stick.’ She delighted in my reference to her, and in turn referred to me, as ‘every cock’s desire’. Most men found her mouth-wateringly desirable, and it was easy to see why.
He was a bit immature but was quite fun when he was with his sister. She teased and tormented him terribly, he had a very strong fetish for women’s underwear. Lilia had caught him rummaging through the laundry basket one afternoon, and when he admitted he was looking for panties. When he further admitted to stealing some from various neighbours washing lines, she knew she had to do something before he got into embarrassing trouble. So, she struck a deal with him, and for a small fee would give him some of her more exotic underwear, freshly worn by her, with that female fragrance that he liked to enjoy.
She had told me in the past, that it had became a regular thing with him, and now and again she’d persuade me to give her some of mine, freshly worn of course, which she would pass on to him. He enjoyed those particularly, but then, I knew he had a thing for me.
I’d never responded because I didn’t trust him not to tell his friends and cause me a lot of problems, as they would probably try their luck with me as well. Anyway, Lilia knew it too and used the knowledge outrageously to bend him to her will. She would torture him by calling me over to their house, tip him off to my arrival, taking money from him for that as well, and so, he’d hang around at the bottom of the stairs so that he could look up my skirt as I went up to Lilia’s room.
Knowing that he wanted to look, (I quite like men looking up my skirts anyway). I teased him from time to time, by wearing short skirts and lots of girly, pretty stuff underneath, designed to excite men’s interests. Deliberately taking my time to climb the treads, pausing occasionally with my feet apart, and smiling down innocently at him as I reached the top landing. His eyes would almost pop out of their sockets, particularly if I turned quickly and my skirt swirled lifting slightly away from my hips.
“All right Lilia, give me a bit of time to get changed, and I’ll drive over, I should be there by 3:00pm.”
“Excellent, my parents are away for a few weeks, so we have the place to ourselves. You can stay overnight if you like, that way you don’t need to worry about having a drink.”
Daddy was away on business, and he wouldn’t be back until Sunday afternoon, so I was pretty much a free agent for the weekend.
‘That’s lovely, I probably will, thank you.”
“When you arrive, I’ll open the gates with the remote, and you coast up the drive. Park beside the house, and come in through the back door, then he won’t hear or see your car, and it’ll be a complete surprise for him when we go to his room. You know how much he fancies you.”
He did, he’d had a very strong desire for me for years, and I knew that the one thing he wanted more than anything else was to take me to bed.
“See you soon then.”
With that, we ended the call, and I went to my room, took a quick shower, and went to my dressing room, taking some time to choose some enticingly provocative undies. Picking out a lingerie set of Cosabella Usha, by Journelle, in handpicked fine white lace with floral embroidery, the delicate mesh felt soft and sensual, yet daring with the open back of the naughty bikini briefs. Selecting a pair of 15 denier Isabella sheer white stockings with floral lace welts, and light embroidery pattern, I dressed, taking my time. Enjoying the feeling of the clothes against my skin. Drawing on the briefs, I positioned them so that the waistband was comfortable, the open back settled smoothly over the top of my hips. The lace was soft and not uncomfortable or scratchy, and there was no turn up of the elastic around my legs.
Hooking the bra at the front, I passed it around my bust, fitting my breasts neatly into the cups, then pulled on the suspender belt, making sure the tails of the fasteners fell neatly into place over my thighs. I thrilled to the feel of them brushing over my skin as I turned to reach for the stockings, sitting on my bed to pull each one over my feet, making sure they fitted neatly. Then slowly rolling the nylon elastane hose up my legs, smoothing and stretching them as I hauled them up over my knees, and wriggled them over the swell of my thighs.
Fixing the fasteners to the heavy lace welts, I stood up and writhed my lower body to be sure everything was secure and comfortable. Picking a tiered lace slip, I stepped into it, then put on a plain white cotton blouse, finishing the ensemble with a dark grey, loose, full panelled skirt. I checked my appearance in the mirror, turning from side to side, I was impressed by the way the skirt lifted with each motion of my hips.
Packing a small overnight case, with change of clothing and underwear, I went downstairs to the entrance hall, and set the intruder alarm. I locked the front door before getting into my car, folding my skirt so that it didn’t catch on the door frame, then leaving for Lilia’s.
The traffic was light, and I made good time arriving at Lilia’s just after 3:00pm. As requested, I used a low gear and coasted up the driveway making as little noise as possible. I parked and got out, making my way to the back door, where she met me. Holding her forefinger to her lips, we sneaked into her father’s study, where she poured us two large measures of brandy, into lovely crystal snifters.