Date: Mon, 14 Sep 2020 09:34:54 +0200 From: Lolo Lolo Subject: Megan's Journey 3 Chapter 3 Megan woke up with her dad calling for her. "I'm in my room daddy!" she shouted. He entered her room and scolded her. "Your guest is going to be arriving in an hour. You should really get ready." Megan looked at the clock.it was almost 6 pm. She jumped off the bed and shooed her father out the room. She headed straight to the bathroom. Pulling her shirt and sweat pants off her stood there naked in front of the full length mirror. Her hair was in knots and she checked the stubble on her vagina. It's been a couple of days since she last shaved and ran some water into the bath. She would need to shave. Malcom told her how much he liked a smooth pussy. Whilst the water ran in she attempted to brush the knots out of her long blonde hair. When the waiter was just enough to cover her thighs she climbed into the bath. She grabbed a disposable razor off the rack and adding some cream to the crotch, she proceeded to shave off all the stubble. She made sure that she caught every stray hair and when she was done she ran her hand over it to make sure it was as smooth as it could possibly get. The act of shaving had made her impossibly wet. She felt the wetness as she ran her hand over her lips and she had to resist the urge to spread them and bring herself to orgasm again. That was Malcom's privilege tonight. She stood in front of the full length mirror. Finally managing to get her hair under control, she tied them in pig tails. Still naked she walked through to her room. Out the wardrobe she took the red dress. She tossed it on the bed with the stockings and suspenders. She selected three possible panties to go with the outfit. No bra was selected as she did not want her bra visible. Not that she needed to wear a bra. Her breasts were firm and perky. Her c-cup was just small enough to support themselves but big enough to be admired. First she tried on a white full crotched g string. It offset her bronzy tanned body beautifully. But she found that even though very sexy it didn't portray slutty. She tossed it back on the bed. She would wear it another time. Next a black pair of hot pants. It was made of fishnet like material with a lot of stitched patterns. There was no solid material over her slit area and gave a suggestive view of her whole crotch and arse area. She placed it one side as a possibility. The last pair of panties was blood red. Slipping it on she checked it out in the mirror. It was perfect. The side straps were sitting high on her hips and it fit snugly on her body. The back of the g string was a thin strap running between her cheeks. The front was a small triangular piece of silk. It was smooth to the touch and very low cut. It barely covered to the top of her slit leaving her shaved crotch exposed. There was no doubt in her mine. That was the one. She sat down on the bed and relished the feel of the smooth material on her smoothly shaved pussy. Leaning over she pulled the first stocking on and then the next. They came to just above half way on her thighs. It was sheer material with a wide top elastic rim. It was also decorated with patterns giving the impression of a thick area about an inch wide. Whilst still sitting she clicked the suspenders around her waist. It was in the same style as the suspender's ring. There were three straps on either side. There were two in front of either side of her thighs and one that ran over the centre of her arse cheek. With difficulty she managed to clip the back straps on the top of the stockings. She attached the front ones and caught a view in the mirror. She had to admit to herself that it looked absolutely delicious and knowing that her target was going to enjoy the view she was tingling all over. Slipping on the dress she adjusted it. It was form hugging and the wine red set a nice contrast against the black stockings. Seating herself in front of the mirror she applied make up. She noticed that if she leaned forward just enough her breasts would form a nice cleavage view through the lace bodice. She made a mental note to make sure she leans like that in front of Malcom. Looking at her hair she decided to leave them in pig tails. It would give an impression of innocence to the other guests. Just after 7 the guests started arriving. The first person to arrive was Mack. He hugged her and complemented her on how nice she looked and wished her happy birthday. He leaned in and gave her a peck but there was no passion in the kiss. She decided there and then that this relationship had to end. He was just not right for her. He went off with dad and she was left alone to greet the guests. The staff had done a beautiful job decorating the terrace. Already all the people had started mingling around chatting and having drinks. Quite a few of her friends had gathered in the one section and she went to join them. She hadn't seen Malcom and her heart was in the pit of her stomach. How could he not be there? She kept checking to her mobile to see if he had sent any texts. She wasn't really listening to the gossip between her friends. She was suddenly pulled out of her absentmindedness when someone touched her shoulder. Looking over in excitement she was disappointed when she found it was only Suzie. "Come help me in the cellar quickly. We need a couple of special wines and I can't grab one of the staff." She told Megan. For the first time Megan really noticed how the staff was running around. They were trying to please just over 200 guests. She made a mental note to thank them the next morning. When they got to the cellar door Suzie turned to her. "Sweetie you must watch how you move and sit. Every time you bend the top of your stockings are showing. And when you sit your suspender straps show." Suzie advised her. Megan hadn't realized just how short the dress really was in relation to her lingerie. "You go down so long. Just need to grab something quickly. Will be right back! We need some Blanco 1977 vintage." Suzie told her rushing off. Megan was annoyed. She hated the cellar. It was always so dusty and damp. But she opened the door and switched the lights on. Climbing down the stairs she noticed a table in the centre of the floor. The last time she was down here there was nothing. Her heart jumped in her throat when a person stepped out from behind one of the wine racks. It was Malcom. "You scared the crap out of me!" she scolded him. He stood there with a half crooked smile on his lips. She could feel his eyes roaming her body and she felt her pussy warming and her nipples hardening. His eyes travelled back to hers. He was a very attractive man. He stood about a head taller than her and had almost hazel coloured eyes. He had dark hair and a very masculine chin. She had always admired his big hands and she imagined what he could do with them. He was wearing a tux but the short sleeved shirt didn't hide his muscular arms. "You look ravenous." He commented looking at her. She took a step towards him. Her high heels clicked on the stone floor. "Stop!" he commanded her. His voice was forceful and a strange tingle developed in her body. He walked toward her and stepped behind her. "Let's see what's hiding underneath this dress" he said tugging at the bottom of her dress. He leant in and kissed her neck. His warm mouth sucked softly on her skin. The sensations from that simple touch twisted her stomach into knots. She felt him lift her dress and exposing her arse. He stepped back and she wanted to cry. The contact was broken way too soon to her liking. "mmmm. I like what I see. Dressed all nice and slutty for me. Turn around so I can see the front." He commanded again. It was almost like she couldn't resist. The tone of his voice allowed for no disobedience. She turned slowly hoping that it at least looked sexy. He stood there for what seems like eternity and then stepped forward. He placed his hand on her back and pulled her roughly into him. He kissed her roughly forcing his tongue into her mouth. She was exited. It's finally going where she wanted it to. She groaned into his mouth and he grabbed the breast in one hand. He was not gentle and grabbed her nipple through the dress material. He rolled it between his fingers and exerted more and more pressure. His other hand moved down to her buttocks and he pulled her crotch into his. She felt his hard cock push against her and her need outweighed her common sense. She grabbed his arse and felt the tight muscle tense at her touch. He pushed her back against the table and with a rough yank turned her around. He pushed her upper body down on the table so that her exposed arse is his for full access. She felt his hand slide over her arse and reach into her crack. Over her anus he pushed his finger under the g string's strap exerting some pressure on her sphincter. Her body reacted with a new set of sensations culminating in her clit. It was almost like he had given her clit a nice rub. Then she heard a zipper being pulled. She felt his cock head against her opening. "Seventeen strokes for seventeen years. Happy birthday young lady! Count them off!" His first stroke entered her slowly. Her pussy so wet that no resistance is offered. "One" she moaned. It was heaven. His cock was huge and hard inside her. "Two" as he pulled back almost out of her and shoved a little harder. His hands were on her hips pulling him harder into her. "Three" and she exploded into orgasm. Her body shaking with the most intense orgasm she ever experienced. He didn't stop. He started counting the strokes off and at seventeen she experienced her second orgasm. He pulled out and a short with a grunt she felt hot gooey cum hitting her arse cheeks. She stood there quivering. Her legs barely supported her. It was more amazing than she had ever imagined. "Hope you enjoyed your birthday present young lady. Now you should really get back to your party before they send a search party." "Oh and tell Suzie I say thanks" he commented and gave her a light slap on her arse. She felt him pull her dress down over his cum and he left leaving her to recover on her own. When she could trust her legs again she left the cellar completely forgetting about the wine.