I pushed open the lounge door and flicked on the light. That's when I saw her...... Natalie, my twin-brother's ex-girlfriend. His ex after a big bust-up last weekend. What she was doing here was anyone's guess. But here she was........ flaked out on his sofa, a now empty bottle of cheap, supermarket wine still clutched in her hand. Obviously she'd drunk far too much of it and she'd simply crashed out on the sofa to sleep it off.
I took in the situation. Simon, my brother had been in the nightclub with me just an hour ago and, as 2am approached and the nightclub prepared to close, we'd departed. Simon had met a stunning blonde at the club and had left with her saying something about "getting to know her better". He'd tossed me the keys to his tiny little flat knowing that getting a taxi to take me home was nigh on impossible at that time of night. So I was going to kip at his place whilst he accompanied his new lady to her house. The last thing I expected to see was his ex-girlfriend sprawled out on his sofa. I didn't even realise that she even had a key.
But here she was........ drunk was an understatement. Lying on her belly, her short denim skirt hiked up round her waist, her tiny, red G-string doing nothing to hide her full ass-cheeks, her long, slender legs sheathed in dark stockings. And her high-heels still on her feet. The contents of her handbag strewn across the laminated wooden floor as though she'd struggled to find her mobile phone or something in her drunken haze.
I stepped across to the sofa, kneeling down to see if she was okay. She opened her eyes briefly. "Simon", she slurred, "I came over to pack a few of my things and then waited to talk to you. I found a bottle of wine in the fridge. I hope you don't mind".
She thought I was Simon! Well....... we are twins and, although not identical, we do look very similar. And, after all, this is Simon's flat. With that, together with her drunken stupor, I suppose she could be forgiven for making a error of identification.
"Simon", she went on, "I want to us to make up. I'm sorry about last weekend"
I didn't answer. I knew that Simon had no intentions of getting back with Natalie but a wicked thought was developing in my mind. After all........ she thought that I was Simon. And....... she might do
anything
to get back with him. ANYTHING!!
I sat beside her on Simon's sofa and placed my hand on her exposed ass-cheeks. She sighed as my hand caressed her nakedness. She opened her thighs a little wider and I could see the outline of her pussy lips through the gossamer thin material of her panties.
"You do still love me, don't you Simon?", she slurred, her eyes closed again now.
"Of course I do", I reassured her. I grinned. Was I the first bloke to lie through his teeth in order to get laid? Somehow I doubt it.
I turned towards her and gently pulled the gusset of her G-string to one side to see her pink slit. I wet the fingers of my other hand with my own saliva and gently touched her pussy lips. She murmured and lifted her hips slightly.
"That's nice she whispered, "I've missed the way you touch me".
I laughed silently to myself, the thought going through my head that she can't possibly have missed the way I touch here at all...... 'because, up until then, I'd never touched her. Slowly I slid my index finger inside her. She purred and squeezed my finger with her pussy muscles as it slowly worked it's way inside her.
She was drunk AND horny! A dangerous combination!
Sliding my hands up her hips I grasped the waistband of her tiny G-string and tugged them down her legs. She wriggled her hips a little to assist in their removal and, once they'd slipped over her high heels, I cast them aside on the sofa. As she once more opened her thighs wide, I went back to slowly and gently finger-fucking her tight pussy. She moaned with pleasure, thinking that once more she'd got her beloved Simon back.
