The Elegant Stepsister: A Young Girl’s Innocence

As I enter the room, I’m met with the sight of you lounging on the chair by the dressing table, looking every inch the elegant and stylish woman I’d assumed you to be. Your silvery-patterned ankle-length silk dressing robe is loosely fastened around your waist, and I can’t help but notice that it’s falling open, revealing a sky blue bra underneath.

You catch my eye and smile, and I feel a flutter in my chest as you tell me to come closer. I take a tentative step forward, trying not to stare at your bra or the matching thong panties and suspender belt that I can see peeking out from beneath the robe.

“How pretty you are,” you say, your voice low and husky. “I do love seeing a young girl like you hard at work.” Your eyes roam over me, and I feel a blush rise to my cheeks as you ask my age. I hesitate for a moment before answering, feeling a little self-conscious about how young I look.

“I’m sixteen,” I reply, trying to sound confident. You nod, seeming to accept this, and ask if I have a boyfriend. I shake my head, feeling a little defensive, and explain that I’m not really interested in boys just yet.

Then, you ask the question that makes my heart skip a beat: “Perhaps then you have a girlfriend?” I feel a flush rise to my cheeks as I stutter out a response, trying to downplay the fact that I’ve been having some pretty intense thoughts about my friend Denise.

As I try to focus on my work, you continue to chat with me, asking me about my day and my interests. But I can sense that you’re not really interested in talking, not when you’re watching me with such a hungry gaze. And when I accidentally pick up a vibrator from underneath the bed, you laugh and get to your feet, your robe falling open to reveal even more of your body.

You walk over to the bed and pick up the vibrator, catching my eye with a wink. “My closest friend,” you say, kissing the silver tip of the vibrator. “I wouldn’t travel without her!” You put it away in your suitcase, and then sit down again, this time with your legs apart, the robe hanging loosely from your shoulders.

I try to focus on making the bed, but my eyes keep drifting back to you, and I can feel your gaze on me, watching me as I work. And when I glance over my shoulder, I see that you’re watching me avidly, your hand resting against your thong panties, slowly rubbing yourself.

I feel a shiver run down my spine as you beckon me closer, and I find myself moving towards you, as if drawn by an invisible force. Your hand reaches out and touches my leg, sending a spark of electricity through my body, and I feel myself trembling with anticipation.

As your hand slides up my leg, I feel a growing wetness and warmth in my pussy, and my breasts feel strangely tense. I’m not sure what’s happening, but I know that I don’t want it to stop. Your fingers rub firmly on the crotch of my tights, finding the furrow of my cleft, teasing my slit, and I feel myself surrendering to you, trusting you to take me where I need to go.

“Don’t worry, honey,” you whisper, your breath hot against my skin. “And don’t go. If you do, you’ll regret it forever. You’ll miss something wonderful.” And with that, I feel myself melting into your touch, surrendering to the sensation of your fingers on my skin, and the promise of something more.

“I think I should go,” I say, trying to sound calm, but my voice is barely above a whisper. You shake your head, your eyes locked on mine, and I feel myself being drawn closer, into the vortex of your desire. And as I stand before you, my heart pounding in my chest, I know that I’m not going anywhere. I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.

As I bask in the warm approval of your regard, the gentle stroking of my slit sets my blood pounding in my veins and my heart hammering in my chest.

I stand quite still as you reach under my skirt with both hands, your fingers hooking into the elastic waistband of my tights. With sensuous languor, you roll them slowly over my hips and down my legs, the cooler air tickling around me as you tug the crotch of the tights away from contact with my panties.

Your right hand is back under my skirt, and with a dextrous motion, you slip two fingers inside my panties, gaining access from the leg opening and spearing adroitly into my slit. You rub me like this for perhaps a minute, your fingers probing my labia apart and seeking the deep gorge in between.

My pussy is exposed, and I feel a surge of excitement as you remove my panties, running your finger around the elastic waistband before tugging them downwards. I’m no longer thinking of objection, my mind consumed by the sensations coursing through my body.

You draw me towards you, my cunt level with your face. Your fingers separate the blond curls of my downy hair, and you tease my labia open, delicately unfurling the petals of my pussy. The soft exhalation of your breath caresses my receptive skin, and then you lean forward, your lips pressing against me.

Your tongue darts from between your lips, tasting the immature vintage of my seeping vaginal juices. I spread my hips wider, my back arching and my head going back on my shoulders. I give a sob of surrender as you initiate me into the pleasures of cunnilingus.

Your tongue laps and probes around my clitoris, and your finger gently but persistently presses at the base of my pudenda. I’m a tingling mass of nerve-endings, my body on fire, my breasts so tight and hard they think they’ll burst out of my bra.

You withdraw your lips from my pussy and look up at me, your hot desire for my firm teenage body blazing in your eyes. I’m frozen in place, unsure of what to do next.

‘Oh, take me, please,’ I gasp, my voice barely above a whisper. You smile with satisfaction, knowing you’ve hooked me and landed me.

You press the long index finger of your right hand into my vaginal hole, and I shudder with excitement and fear as your nail encounters the barrier of my hymen and scrapes across it. You smile inwardly, knowing you’ve found my secret.

‘This dance is a tango for two,’ you vow silently to yourself, ‘and there are more steps to be taken before that final triumphant flourish.’ You withdraw your finger, licking my juices from it.

You rise to your feet, your hand cupping my pussy, giving it a squeeze. You lean slightly downwards, and our mouths meet in a long probing saliva-mingling kiss.

I marvel at the feeling of having a grown woman – a woman more than twice my age – in my arms as a lover. You reach behind my waist and gently tug undone the bow knot of my apron, slipping it off me and dropping it on the floor.

Your hand rises up my spine, finding the collar of my chambermaid’s uniform. You take the latch of the zip between your fingers and slowly pull it downwards, the black dress cascading down my body and pooling around my ankles.

I gaze at you with saucer-eyes, feeling a sense of vulnerability yet excitement. I’m naked apart from my pink bra and the little lace cap of my maid’s outfit. You gesture to my bra, telling me to leave it on.

Your hands fondle my bra cups, kneading gently the small breasts they cover. You reach round and unsnap the backband, and my bra tumbles from my shoulders, revealing my juvenile chest. You smile, liking my lack of size.

You lean forward, your mouth slipping over one of my rock-hard nipples. You suck on it, tease it between your teeth, and simultaneously, your right hand takes my other tit and tugs on it before rubbing your thumb over and around it.

Your left hand slips between my parted thighs once more, caressing my mound and running a fingertip delicately along my opening cleft. I’m almost weak-kneed from the roller-coaster ride of sensations.

You glance towards the bed and steer me backwards until the backs of my calves bump against it. You ease me down, and I lie across the mattress on my back, my legs slightly parted to expose my virgin vagina.

I gaze up at you, swallowing in nervous expectation. You slowly roll your skimpy thong panties down your thighs and cast them away, revealing your completely shaven pussy.

Now, still holding my gaze in your hot regard, you unshrug your bra. Your gorgeous, fascinating breasts swing free, and you keep on your garter belt and stockings.

You move forwards and recline on the bed beside me, propped up on one elbow and gazing down at my small girlish breasts. Your hand idly traces along my body, starting from my knee and stroking upwards along my inner thigh until my pussy is once again cupped in your palm.

You give it an affectionate squeeze, sending an erotic charge surging through my nervous system. Your hand moves upwards, whispering across my stomach and then circling my small bumps.

Then you take my chin in your hand and draw me towards you, guiding my mouth until it encounters the silky smoothness of your breast. I’m trembling like a leaf as I take your hard nipple between my lips.

You reach for my hand and bring it down between your own legs. ‘Touch me,’ you whisper, and I begin to caress your pussy, feeling for the opening.

You give a little moan, and I increase the pressure, parting your labia and sliding the tip of my thumb along the groove between them.

As I continued to pleasure your breasts, a sudden realization hit me – I was having lesbian sex, and I was actually fucking an older woman. But instead of alarming me, this realization sent a depth charge of lust to my core, and I felt a convulsive shudder of erotic excitement run through me.

Your breathing started to break down into ragged pants, interspersed with short high-pitched gasps, and I realized that you were riding the crest of the wave towards orgasm. You grasped the wrist of my pussy-poking hand and hoarsely exhorted me:

‘Finger … aaaahh! Finger, use it, c’mon babe, finger-fuck me!’

I extended my index finger straight out like a rod, and you sank it deep into your vagina. The texture and sensation were a revelation to me – like a kind of resilient rubber, and smoothly slick with your juices. Your grip on my hand was like steel, and you piston it in and out of you with a force that this novice would never have dared to use.

You gave a soft cry of rising ecstasy, and then another gasped instruction:

‘Two … two … honey, use two, ah-ahhhh!! … shit! yes, yes! you’ve got it – like that … oh fuck, that’s sooo gooood!’

I understood at once – my tight little virginal twat could only take a single finger, but your adult experienced cunt needed more to fill its hole. Now I began to thrust two fingers, side by side, although really it was you who were controlling this, your hand driving mine back and forth with almost savage intensity, as you brought yourself to climax.

‘Pretty babe, you’re so cute … aah! yes – that’s good! … you’re so fucking sexy’, you managed to pant.

It delighted me that I turned you on so much, for I knew with certainty that I wanted to thrill you, that I wanted you to desire me. With urgent intensity, your voice became hoarse and low – but fortunately not so loud as to carry beyond this room:

‘AAAAHHHH!! YES!! OH, BABE – FUCK ME, FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME … OH FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!’

Your eyes were closed, a rictus of exaltation tightening your cheeks and mouth, your back arching clear of the bed, and your hips jerking and quaking in a volcanic orgasm.

As your orgasm receded, you slumped back next to me, your eyes opening and your face flushed with a glow of satiated pleasure. You released my pussy-poking hand, but made no complaint when I continued to ply my fingers up and down your vagina, the movement now vertically from bottom to top rather than horizontally in and out.

You looked at me with warm affection, and I basked in your approval as you whispered your thanks and then kissed me, slowly, deeply, exchanging saliva and swirling tongues in a long and very arousing French kiss.

When we came up for air, you smiled again and told me that now it was my reward, and I tingled with curious anticipation and newly-awakened lesbian excitement. I lay back, and you stroked the silky blonde hair that had made you desire me, made you decide upon me as your first target for seduction on this holiday.

You smiled at that memory, and then you kissed my forehead, the tip of my nose, my mouth briefly again, my chin, and then your mouth went to my breasts, and as it did your hands urged my thighs to spread wide open.

Your fingers deftly delved between my labia once again, probing me, entering me, turning me on so much. Your eyes gleamed – now, soon would be the moment, the completion of your conquest.

You probed your finger inwards until it encountered definite resistance, and once again it pressed against the membrane of my virginity, teasing its flexibility as if it were a minute trampoline. Lying there, half beside me and half above me, you arched an eyebrow interrogatively, and asked just a single word, so loaded with meaning and possibility:

‘Yes?’

I wet my lips, but really needed no time for thought. I nodded, and whispered ‘Yes’, softly and barely audibly, but it sounded like a thunderclap in my ears.

You nodded, but instead of taking immediate action you rose from the bed, and disappeared for a moment into the en suite bathroom. In an instant you returned with one of the hotel’s large Egyptian cotton bath towels, and I lifted my hips in comprehension.

Again you stepped back for a second, but now to reach for the metallic-silver vibrator that you had earlier artfully placed for me to discover. My breath caught as you rubbed its smooth-rounded tip up and down my cunt, and then you eased it into me, as my juices gushed to lubricate its inward journey.

Now the point of the vibrator had reached my hymen, and – like your finger before it – it teased and stretched against it, but carefully avoiding the force that would tear through it. No more words were exchanged, but you looked at me directly again in silent enquiry.

I bit my lower lip in sudden nervousness, for this step was irrevocable – and I somehow knew, far beyond even the importance of the physical change, that if I gave myself to another woman now, I would want only women for ever more.

I nodded, and on that instant you switched the vibrator on, catching me by surprise and churning the nerve-endings in my pussy into a frothing lather. Then you pulled the vibrator back about an inch, and with one smooth motion of your elbow you thrust it back again – through my virgin barrier and deeper into my vagina.

There was a moment of pain, but nothing severe – for some reason, I thought it felt like a sudden stubbing of your toe on bad paving: unexpected, briefly unpleasant, and leaving for a few minutes a throbbing soreness and a heightened sensitivity.

Now the vibrator was almost all of the way into me – before these moments, I would never have believed such a thing to be possible. But then, nor would I have foreseen the blissful sensations that resulted, and of which I couldn’t get enough.

I was gasping for breath, my hips were jerking up and down, and my tits were on fire. My head thrashed from side to side on the rumpled bed sheets, my long blonde locks in a sweaty tangle, and I was biting down hard on my lower lip as the exquisite sensations tread that fine line between agony and ecstasy.

You sensed the moment – not surprisingly, for as well as grown women lovers, over the last fifteen or so years you had seduced nearly a dozen delectable teenagers. You pulled the buzzing vibrator back a little further, paused for a tantalising split-second, and then rammed it into me, harder and deeper than ever.

To deliver the coup de grace, you did two other things simultaneously: you gripped one of my breasts with your free hand and squeezed it, and you whispered hotly in my ear:

‘Come, babe … c’mon, and come … come for me, do it for me … come for me, now, now!!’

And I did – having my first ever true climax. Like an avalanche it swept me away and left me buried in a white cocoon of bliss, and when I emerged from it the world seemed a different place.

For a moment, I lay back, spent and taken, and yet fulfilled beyond measure. You smiled at me fondly, and used the free edge of the towel to wipe away the sweat from my forehead and cheeks, and then went lower to dry softly across my breasts.

We lay on the bed in companionable closeness and silence, my hand cupping one of your swaying breasts, just to feel its weight and texture, and perhaps as reassurance that all of this really had happened and its not just a dream.

‘When … ?’ I asked softly, and you looked down at me and chuckled with amusement.

‘You mean – when can you see me again … when can we do it again?’

I nodded, slowly but with unmistakeable intent.

‘I can be here all day, honey’, you affirmed, for there was nothing in this world that you enjoyed more than girl-fucking, especially when the teen was a novice.

You asked what I was doing after my room-cleaning duties were over, and my truthful reply was nothing, nothing at all.

‘Well’, you smiled in lazy warm anticipation, ‘come back then, we’ll take a shower together and then spend the afternoon in bed – I can teach you so many special secret pleasures!’

I was so thrilled – oh, heavenly day of opening and opportunity, of which I never even dreamt an hour ago! I glanced at the clock – could only twenty minutes have passed since I entered this room?

Still, I had got behind with my work duties, and it was a mercy that the manageress had not come hunting to chase me up – that would have been awkward! As it was, I had better get back to my room cleaning as soon as possible.

I got dressed quite hastily – you helpfully zipped up my black uniform dress, and I tied on the apron and restored the little hat to my tousled hair. I kissed you on both sets of lips, earning an appreciative murmur as I knelt to plant one on your puckered labia.

Then I set off to complete the cleaning of my set of rooms – and never have I worked so fast before!

Soon, very soon, I would be back to knock on your door – and this time there would be no hesitation about it!