A Family Friend (mf)

I’ve always been close with my mum’s best friend Steph. She’s an aunt by default, and I’ve always called her and her husband Aunt Steph and Uncle Steve. They were a bit older than my mum, maybe in their early 40s and had lived around the corner from us for as long as I can remember. They were always good fun.

Since I turned 18, I would regularly bump into them on nights out in our small town and we always had a great laugh. They’d always make sure I was ok and safe.

At the end of one night, I was pretty drunk and it was raining. The wait for a taxi was ridiculous and I was getting stressed and drenched trying to figure out a way home. My friends decided to all stay out, but I needed to go home. Stumbling through town with my jacket over my head,

a taxi pulls up and the back window opens It was Steph and Steve! 

“Do you want a lift, Chess?” Slurred Steph drunkenly.

Without hesitation, I jump in on Steve’s side. He shifted to the middle seat and I hop in next to him before the taxi drives off.

Steph is way too drunk, she’s hilarious. Chatting nonsense to the driver the whole time. I fumble with my seatbelt, struggling to clip it in. Steve grabs my hand and helps me. 

Steve was always a quiet man; warm and generous and always willing to help. His hand lingers on my wet dress a little too long but I chalk it up to my drunken imagination.

I smile a thank you and we both laugh at the stuff Steph is saying until the taxi pulls up outside their house. By now, Steph is close to passing out and Steve gives me their house keys.

“Do me a favour and go and open the door? I’ll need to carry her” He’s not mad at her, it’s obvious this is a regular occurrence.

I take the keys and run up the path ahead of them, my heels scraping and click-clacking loudly in the rain. My hands are cold and I struggle with the keys but just manage to unlock the door as Steve arrives guiding Steph. I move into the house and hold the door open for them, closing it behind us.

“Thanks” sighs Steve as he shuffles through to the lounge and lets Steph drop to the couch. I follow them with Steph’s handbag.

“I’ve paid the taxi, I’ll walk you home in a bit, ok?” Asks Steve.

“Thanks so much. That’s fine. Can I use your bathroom?”

“Of course”

I drop my coat and carry my bag up. Looking in the mirror, I look an absolute mess. Blonde hair stuck to my face and neck, but still my mascara survives! My white sundress clings to my figure and I’m mortified that my black underwear is visible through. Maybe it’s just the bathroom light? My cold nipples punch through both my lace bralet and the wet dress. 

I use the toilet and wash my hands before checking the mirror one last time. I adjust the straps of my dress and bra as best as I can and head back down.

Back in the front room, Steph is curled up on the sofa, passed out, with a blanket thrown over her sleeping figure. Steve is sitting next to her on the couch, looking relaxed with a steaming cup of tea.

As I walk in, he points to the chair opposite him and a cup of tea for me. 

“Thank you!” I whisper so as not to wake Steph as I take my seat in the dimly lit room. I feel a little self-conscious about how I look and I’m beginning to feel cold.

“I’ve cranked the heating up for you, Chess. You must be freezing. Once you’ve warmed up, and the rain calms down I’ll get you home.” Steve looks over his tea mug as he speaks to me.

“Thanks. I really appreciate this” I drink some tea and feel instantly warmer.

We start chatting. About our night, other nights. All sorts of things. I’m not sure when the tea was swapped out for hot whisky, but it was seamless and welcome considering I wasn’t feeling much warmer or dryer in my dress. The rain continues to beat down outside.

Steph occasionally stirs and snorts and we both go quiet. She settles with a soft moan and both Steve and I laugh quietly to each other.

“Looks like you’re not getting any tonight!” I remark after the third or fourth time, taking a long pull of whisky, starting to feel a bit warmer now.

Steve snorts a laugh. “Or any night…”

I spit-laugh into my drink. “Aww that’s so sad.”

“It’s ok, I learned to sort myself out a long time ago” he smiles as he drinks. “Besides, you’re not getting any either”

I chuckle. “I learned to sort myself out too!”. Slightly embarrassed, I smirk into my glass.

We both laugh and Steve reaches his glass across the space between us and I reach out mine to clink. I notice him trying not to look at my cleavage but failing. 

An awkward silence as we both sit back with our drinks. Steve tries to speak a few times but I can tell he thinks better of it.

“You know,” Steve finally says, “you can stay here as long as you need to. It’s still raining outside…”

“Thanks, but I need to get out of these clothes, I’m drenched.” I stand up preparing to leave to go home, forgetting how visible I am through my still wet dress”

“Wow” gasps Steve looking me up and down.

Suddenly aware of what’s on show I feel a bit embarrassed and move to cover myself with my hands.

“I’m sorry, Chess. I can see everything through your dress!” Stammers Steve as he continues to ogle me.

Maybe it was the whisky affecting me, maybe I was just feeling sorry for him, but I let my hands drop so he can take it all in. I smile down at him, and I can see he’s very uncomfortable.

“Something to help with sorting yourself out later” I say coyly to break the silence as I spin slowly in front of him.

He laughs awkwardly, looking between me and his sleeping wife next to him. “I would think so, yeah” he smiles upwards.

I notice him shifting in his seat as he tries to hide his growing erection and I take a single step towards him. He visibly swallows hard.

I take another step and reach between my shoulders to unzip my dress. It’s still a bit damp and it clings to my skin as I let it drop to my waist and I slink my hips to let it drop to the floor. I step out of it, another step towards him.

“W-what are you doing, Chess?” Steve stammers quietly, checking his wife is asleep still.

“I owe you for the taxi home.” I reply, standing in front of him. “I’ll sort you out tonight, Steve. As a thank you”. I can see him grow in his pants as his mind races and tries to decide what to do next. I move to take off my high heels.

“Leave them on” Steve says, a bit more firmly than I think he intended, “Please?”

I smile and nod gently, leaving them on my feet. I move my hands to the clasp at the front of my bra. “And this..?” I ask, my heart pounding in my chest.

“I’m not sure about this, Chessie. This could lead to a lot of trouble” Steve shifts in his seat, but I notice his hand rubbing himself through his trousers.

“Well, I’m not going to tell anyone.” I shrug, “are you?”. Before I let him answer, I unclasp my bra and let it drop to the floor at his feet. My b cup boobs bounce gently as they’re released before settling. Still wet, they glisten in the dim light. Steve shakes his head quickly. I motion to his unconscious wife next to him, snoring softly. “She’s definitely not going to tell anyone”.

Steve turns his head to look at his wife with a loving smile and replies without looking back: “I suppose not”. He sighs, as though he’s made up his mind and turns his head back to me. He stares at my body intently, focussing on my feet and ankles before moving up past my hips to my boobs. He takes a long pull of his whisky, drinking all of me in. I peel my wet panties over my butt in an exaggerated way to show off my figure. Once they’re off, revealing my neat thatch of tidy pubic hair, I bend to pick them up off the floor and throw them to Steve.

“Another thank you”, I whisper.

He spends a few moments gazing at me some more, running my soaked panties through his fingers. Finally, he bites his lip as he unbuckles his belt and opens up the front of his trousers. I smile as I take a final step towards him and drop to my knees between his legs.

I tug at the waist of his jeans and begin pulling them down his thighs. He takes my lead and lifts his butt up off the seat to allow me to pull his boxers down too. As his cock springs loose from the elastic, it slaps against his stomach. It’s not huge, but much bigger than I was expecting. Surprisingly well groomed, with a hairless sack containing two laden balls that hung fairly low.

I pull his jeans and boxers off and throw them behind me. I rest my elbows on his knees, my chin in the palms of my hands and smile up at him. I can tell his heart was racing too because I could see his pulse in his twitching cock. “So”, I whisper purposefully, “how can I repay you for the taxi, Steve?”

“I don’t know, Chess. You tell me…” His cock grows with every word out of his mouth. I reach a hand to his balls and they instantly tighten as I take them firmly in my grasp. “I can empty these for you,” I say as I gently tug them towards me “if you like, that is?”

Steve moans softly and nods his head as he looks past his throbbing cock into my eyes.

I tug his balls further as I rise up on my knees and place my head over his cock, breathing softly down onto it. My long blonde hair hangs loosely over his stomach and I can feel him hesitate, wanting to run his fingers through it. I lower my lips as I pull back his loose skin hood with my free hand. Steve gasps as the tip of my tongue touches the tip of his dick and he firmly takes a fistful on my hair in his hand. 

I was expecting it, but it still caught me off guard a little with its firmness. I gasp softly. He immediately releases his grip.

“I’m so sorry, did I hurt you?” He asks in a panic.

I smile up at him, making eye contact and gently swirling my tongue around his swollen head. I softly shake my head and take his hand and place it on the top and back of my head. 

Leading him, I apply a soft downward pressure to his hand, and to my head, as I take his tip into my mouth. His hips squirm and he moans softly as his cock stiffens further between my lips. Again leading him, I pull his hand up, bringing my head up at the same time. I remove my hand, leaving his on my head, and return it to his ever tightening balls.

As I’d hoped, he begins to apply pressure to my head and I allow him to control the motion of the blowjob he’s getting from me. 

I maintain eye contact the entire time, my tongue dancing wetly over the surface of his head while he gently uses his hand to guide my lips.

He’s obviously not used to such stimulation and I can tell he’s having a hard time controlling himself. His hip squirms intensify and his breathing and moaning quickens and becomes louder. I know he’s close.

“Chess, please stop. I’m going to.. to…” he still can’t say the word. Even with seeing my naked body, my lips around his cock, he can’t bring himself to say something that might embarrass me.

He removes his hand to allow me to take his cock out of my mouth. But I don’t. I quicken my pace slightly and with each bob of my head drop a little deeper.

He grips the couch either side of his hips as he groans. “Oh fuck. Stop stop stop…”

The final words fade and turn into primal grunts as his cock begins to twitch and spasm in my mouth. A few contractions before I feel the first splash of his cum leave his balls and hit my tongue. This is my cue to drop my head even further, to press my nose to his soft stomach taking his head to the back of my mouth. 

The way his shaft slides up the length of my tongue makes it easy to take him and I concentrate on swallowing each shot of thick cum that hits the back of my throat. Spasm after spasm, gulp after gulp for what feels like a blissful eternity.

His legs shake as he reaches the peak of his orgasm and he finally replaces his hand on the back of my head, pushing down as his hips push up. His cock hits the very limit of my gag reflex and I let out a single wet cough around his dick as he finishes, collapsing backwards on the sofa. I gently pull my mouth off his spent cock, dripping with stringy saliva, slurping the entire length of him to save the mess.

As I kneel breathlessly in front of him, my chest heaving and my chin wet with a mix of Steve’s cum and my saliva, we look deep into each other’s eyes without words. A silent pact to never mention this to anyone or each other again. 

His cock is still rock solid and twitching between us, I stand up and begin gathering my clothes. He hasn’t moved from his deflated position and he follows me with his eyes as I move about the room getting dressed.

Just as I’m walking out of the room, Steph stirs and wakes with a deathly groan and I skip the last few steps away. As I reach the front door and silently open it to leave, I pause.

“Ugh, Steve…” Steph groggily sighs in exasperation. “What have I told you about wanking on the sofa?!”

I hear Steve sigh a soft breath. “Sorry. C’mon, let’s go to bed”.

I hear them getting up off the sofa as I quietly close the door behind me and make my way the few streets home. The rain has stopped, thankfully, and there’s a chill in the air, but I’m hot with adrenaline, my mind trying to figure out what just happened.

And, how I can make it happen again…

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hwofce/a_family_friend_mf