Date: Fri, 7 Mar 2008 15:32:48 +0000
From: Jonny Hewer <jonnybgood116@hotmail.com>
Subject: Young, sexy and gorgeous! (TG-TV)

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between
two men. If material of this nature offends you then you
should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under
18 years of age in many places you are not allowed to read
this story by law.

This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to
person's living or dead, or to events that may have
occurred, is purely coincidental.  Additionally, the actions
of the characters in this story are in no way intended to
show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions.

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                  Young, sexy and gorgeous!


When I was young I went through an unhappy period of time. I
was being bullied in my last year at school in England and
my parents were going through an unpleasant divorce.  One
day my mother asked me if I would like to go and stay with
my uncle in Spain for a while.  She said that she didn't
know how long it would be for - probably a couple of months
while things settled down at home.  She knew that I liked my
uncle and his house with its sunny pool. I was a little
unsure at first, as I knew I would miss my mother, but the
prospect of getting away for a long holiday far from my
unhappy home and school soon won me over.

A week later I arrived in Spain and soon settled there.  I
spent plenty of time swimming and reading by the pool and I
had a tutor who visited the house for a few hours each day
to finish off my education.  My favourite time was spent
with my uncle's personal assistant, a girl in her early
twenties called Honoria.  Quite what being my uncle's
personal assistant involved I wasn't sure, but it didn't
seem to entail a lot of work.  However, she seemed to earn
good money judging from her extensive wardrobe and sports
car.  Before working for my uncle she had trained as a
beautician and hair stylist.  We soon became best friends
and I loved to hear from her all about her clothes, make-up
and boyfriends.  She was supposed to be teaching me Spanish
but we mainly just chatted for hours and the more we talked
the more open she became, telling me many intimate stories
that she would normally only have told her closest
girlfriends.  We giggled constantly, especially a couple of
times when I asked her about make-up and she would try out
her skills on me.  At other times I would try walking in her
high heels and I would stagger about like a fool, but
gradually I got the hang of it and she showed me how to walk
like a catwalk model - weight on my toes, one foot in front
of the other.  I think she knew before I did that I was
becoming very interested in being sexy for men.

My uncle was busy working most of the time, but when he was
at home I often noticed him looking at me by the poolside
and sometimes he would help me to apply sun cream, which he
thought was very important as I was not used to the strong
Spanish sun.  I soon found that I enjoyed the feel of his
big, strong hands on my body when he applied the cream and
he and I both seemed to want to do that more often than was
strictly necessary.  I found that my cock was getting hard
when I felt his hands on me and I couldn't help noticing
that it had the same effect on him.  I loved to see that and
enjoyed thinking that I was the cause of it.  I daydreamed
about what it would feel like to touch his hard cock but
never had the courage to do anything about it.

One day he came home with some new swimming trunks for me
and I was thrilled when I saw them - two pairs of thong
briefs - one in yellow and one in pale blue.  I went inside
and tried a pair on.  I felt so sexy wearing them and
eventually plucked up courage to go out to the poolside
again, where my uncle's appreciation showed from the bulge
in his trunks again!  I loved the effect it was having and
from that day on I spent more time walking around, wriggling
on my sun lounger and generally showing off my bottom when
he was around.  The creaming sessions became more and more
frequent.  We both knew what was going on, and a couple of
times he mumbled about "what he would do if it weren't for
my mother".  But he must have had great self-control as
nothing more ever happened, except that I realised he was
disappearing for a few minutes after our sessions and I
loved imagining what he was doing.  Frankly, I wouldn't have
minded what he did with me whether he was my uncle or not,
but I was too young and shy to take the lead.

The months went by and there was no sign of my being told to
go home, which suited me fine as I was thoroughly enjoying
my life by the pool with my tutor who didn't make me work
too hard, Honoria who taught me so much more about life and
with whom I had so much fun, and my uncle who was good to me
and whom I loved to turn on.

At dinner one evening, my uncle said that he would like me
to meet Carlos, a man with whom he did business.  He told me
that Carlos was easy-going and good fun and loved to be with
boys like me.  He said that if he liked me there was a good
chance we would become friends.  If that happened, it would
help my uncle to tie up a big business deal with him.  He
told me that Carlos was very rich and that he would probably
be extremely generous to me if he liked me.  And if the deal
came off, my uncle said that he would make sure that I had a
good future working with him and I could earn anything I
wanted for myself.  To be honest, I wasn't thinking too much
about my career prospects at that stage, but the way my
uncle hinted at what would happen between Carlos and me made
me feel very horny.


It was arranged that Carlos would visit us a few days later
and when I talked to Honoria about it she said she was
looking forward to getting me ready.  It was only then that
I discovered that my uncle had asked her to get me dressed
and made up as a very sexy girl for Carlos.  I was shocked
at first, but soon the idea began to make me excited and
Honoria and I discussed how I would be prepared at great
length.


On the day of Carlos' visit, Honoria and I started the
transformation process some time before he was due to
arrive.  My hair was long when I left England and it had not
been cut since, so now there was plenty of it for Honoria to
work with.  She cut it a little to give me a long fringe
which fell over one eye, and gave me some blonde and red
highlights.  She then made me up, concentrating on my eyes
and lips.  She built my eyelashes up so that they were
longer and darker than I thought possible and I loved the
feeling as they fluttered against my hair.  My lips were a
soft pink with a darker red liner and then a layer of gloss.
I thought they looked so inviting I wanted to kiss myself!

Luckily, I was quite small and slim and Honoria and I were
about the same size, which meant that she had brought some
of her sexiest clothes for me to wear.  But first, she
produced some breast forms, which she told me my uncle had
bought for me.  It felt rather strange with these stuck on,
but when I put on a lacy white bra the effect made me feel
fantastic.  Next, she gave me a little matching thong which
felt just sensational to wear.

I was concerned about the bulge that showed in them, but
Honoria said that Carlos would not mind that.  Quite how she
knew, she wouldn't say!  The little hair that I had on my
body was not a problem as it was fine and bleached blonde in
the sun.  The final touch to my lingerie was a pair of dark
hold-up stockings which had me in a state of ecstasy as I
pulled them up, assisted by Honoria who made sure they were
just right.

We tried a couple of dresses before deciding on a yellow one
that was pretty much see through, high around the neck and
just long enough to cover my stocking tops.  Although not
skin tight, the material clung in just the right places to
give me a look that I knew would turn any man on.  The final
touch was a pair of strappy shoes with thin heels about four
inches high and small platform soles.  She stuck some long
nails on my fingers and painted them red, then gave me a
good spray in all sorts of places with her favourite
perfume.

I looked at myself in the mirror and was so excited at the
way I looked - like a classy slut if there is such a thing.
Actually, the "classy" bit didn't really matter much to me -
I wanted to look like a slut and act like one too!  I felt
so horny, I thought I would explode.

While the finishing touches were taking place, Honoria said
I needed a girl's name, and after some discussion we agreed
on "Tania".

There was a knock on the door and it was my uncle. Suddenly,
I felt too shy to face him, but there was nowhere to go and
before I could stop her Honoria had opened the door to him.

"Meet Tania," she said proudly.  He looked at me and his jaw
dropped open.

"My God," he said.  "You look fantastic!  I had no idea you
could look so gorgeous!"  I blushed at the compliment, but I
loved it.  He took my hand and led me toward the door.
"Carlos will love you.  Let's go and meet him."


My heart was thumping as we walked through the house towards
the poolside terrace.  I felt superb with the dress swishing
around my thonged bottom and my heels clicking on the floor.
Thank God for my high heel walking practice!

As we came out of the door into the evening air I saw Carlos
for the first time.  He was not what I had feared - a fat
old business man.  He was in his forties or early fifties,
but he was in good shape with dark skin and almost black
hair.   Although I was nervous as we approached, he smiled
at me with an encouraging and appreciative look that made me
feel immediately that I would enjoy being with him.

"Carlos, meet Tania," said my uncle.  "What do you think?"

Carlos replied direct to me:  "Tania, you are beautiful.
Please, turn around and let me look at all of you."

I twirled around, as quickly as I could without falling over
my heels, as I wanted the bottom of the dress to flare up
and show the tops of my stockings and maybe a glimpse of my
bottom.  It seemed to work, as Carlos laughed and said:
"Perfect!  You are even more sexy when you move that when
you are still!  Now, come and sit with me."

Obediently, I went and sat next to Carlos and my uncle gave
us all a glass of champagne.  Carlos was bigger than me and
I glanced up at him, looking through my fringe nervously.
He gave me that smile again and I began to melt.

After some small talk, my uncle looked at his watch and
announced that he was going to take Honoria for a meal to
thank her for her work.  He told me that I must look after
Carlos and make sure he had everything he wanted. Being left
alone with Carlos made me more nervous, but I soon got over
it and started to feel more and more sexy as Carlos gave me
another glass of champagne and I began to enjoy the company
of this powerful man.

I knew what was expected of me, and he paid me more
compliments and reached over to stroke my hair.

"Your lips are so lovely" he said in his strong Spanish
accent.  His finger touched my lips and I made a move
opening them slightly and closing them around his finger as
softly as I could.  I looked into his eyes as I touched his
finger tip with my tongue.  His eyes told me that I was
doing the right thing!

He removed his finger and leant over and kissed my soft
lips, his tongue meeting mine as it entered my mouth. The
manly feel of his harder lips against mine, the prickle of a
little stubble and the smell of his expensive cologne made
me giddy.  As we kissed, his hand moved to my leg.  The feel
of his strong hand moving across my nylon stocking made me
shiver with pleasure and I wanted him to keep moving up to
my lacy knickers, but he stopped kissing me and said: "We
have plenty of time.  Would you go to the fridge and get
another bottle of champagne?"

I stood up and walked away from him towards the outdoor
fridge, making sure I used my sexiest catwalk wiggle.  I
bent to get the champagne out of the fridge, making sure
that he saw my stocking tops and the triangle of knicker
material between my legs as I did so.  I put the champagne
on the table by the fridge, fiddling with the top.

"I can't open this with my nails," I said.  "Could you help
me with it?"  He stood up and came over, standing behind me
with his arms reaching around me as he took the champagne
bottle.  I could feel his hard cock against my bottom as he
pulled my hair back and kissed my neck and ear, his tongue
giving me fantastic sensations.  He put the bottle down and
his hands went down to my legs, sliding up my stockings
until he reached my bare flesh, then I gasped as he reached
my lacy knickers.

"Oh you sexy girl, you are everything I want," he whispered
as his hands gently grasped the bulge in my knickers.  I
leaned back into his body as he cupped my erect shaft and
balls.  I turned my head and looked up at him and we kissed
again.  His fingers found their way inside my knickers and
gently massaged my cock up and down.  More quickly than I
would have liked, I felt the sensation of an impending
explosion and then I shot a jet of spunk over his hand and
on to the table.

"You are a naughty, messy girl," he whispered.  "Clean me
up."   He put his spunky fingers to my mouth and I licked
them clean, enjoying doing as he said.

"Did you like that?" he asked.  I could only nod, fluttering
my eyelashes as I looked up at him through my hair.  He
moved his hand up to my face again, pressing his finger
between my lips.  I ran my tongue around it as I had done
before and then he pulled his finger out of my mouth and
down behind me, lifting my dress and pulling aside my thong
before going straight to my hole.  It was like an electric
shock, but he smiled at me as he gently pushed it in, which
hurt me a little.  But I soon got used to the sensation and
began to groan with pleasure.

"Not too much, too soon," he smiled as he withdrew his
finger.  "Let's sit down for a minute and have that
champagne."  I felt frustrated as I didn't want to stop,
but he was in charge and I knew I had to do what he said.
We drank and talked for a little while, before he leant
over and gently kissed me again.  By this time the drink
was making me braver and I moved my hand to his chest,
undoing his shirt and pulling it open.  I ran my fingers
gently through the hairs on his chest, then moved my head
down and licked one of his nipples while my fingertips
played with the other.  I let my hand slide down to his
muscular leg, then back up to his crotch.  I could tell
from the noises he was making that he was loving it as I
took my turn to softly massage his cock and balls.

I looked into his eyes and his expression of sheer pleasure
gave me all the encouragement I needed to undo his belt and
trousers.  I loved the effect I was having.  It gave me a
shock of delight as his thick shaft sprung out - he was not
wearing any underpants.  He looked down as my fingers with
their long, red nails encircled his cock and gently moved
up and down as I had done many times to myself.  Then he
took control again, pushing my head down to his crotch and
I willingly opened my mouth and closed my soft, damp lips
around him, continuing to move my fingers up and down as I
did so.  Working by instinct, I moved my tongue around his
cock head, tasting the sticky pre-cum and loving every
moment.  I moved my lips and fingers up and down together,
feeling his cock get even harder in my mouth until I felt
his body tense and he shot a stream of spunk into my mouth.
He pulled my head back and shot two further squirts over my
face.

We looked at each other as he recovered and he wiped the
spunk off my cheek and put the cum covered finger in my
mouth.

"Swallow it," he said and I obeyed.  "Now lie on your
back."  Again, I willingly followed his command.  As I lay
looking up at him, he lifted my legs and pushed them back
towards my head.  He lifted my bottom momentarily to pull
my knickers past my cheeks and over my stockings and high
heels, before dropping them on the ground.  Then he bent
down and I felt a new sensation of pleasure as he pushed my
legs backwards before he lowered his face and his tongue
touched my hole, licking around and pushing into it as his
saliva began to run over me.  Then he inserted his finger
again, pushing it in and out, before going down and
covering me in saliva again.  He raised himself up and
seemed to tower over me as he gently pushed his cock into
my hole, causing me a moment's pain until I got used to it.


As he gently moved his cock in and out, he stared at my
face.  I gazed back at him through the hair that was all
over my face, opening my pink lips and licking them to show
my pleasure.  He gasped and shot another load of spunk -
this time inside me.

He pulled out and rolled over, panting for breath for a few
moments as I lay on my back, trying to take in all the
wonderful feelings and sensations I had just experienced.
We heard a car horn as my uncle made sure we knew he was
back.  We sat up and adjusted our clothes, then Carlos
poured us both another glass of champagne. My uncle
appeared and looked at us knowingly.

"Tania, I hope you have been looking after Carlos and
making sure he had everything he wanted."

Carlos answered on my behalf: "She has been fantastic - I
could not have asked for better attention from such a
beautiful girl!  Now, come and sit down and join us in a
glass of champagne.  I am looking forward to doing business
with you, especially if I will see more of Tania!"


I smiled and blushed and said that I was tired now and
thought I would go to bed if the two men were going to talk
business.  I stood up and turned away, but my uncle said:
"I think you dropped something."

Looking around, I saw my little lacy thong on the ground. I
bent over to pick it up, making sure that both Carlos and
my uncle had a good view of my stocking tops and bare
bottom, before slinking away, swinging my rear in my best
catwalk style.



Jonny



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