Ok, now onto what are undoubtedly one of the biggest clothing turn-ons of all -- stockings; and that counts for women as well as men.
Sammi is Amanda and Kevin's daughter. Amanda is Kevin's second wife. Gareth is Kevin's son by his first marriage.
It's not essential, but is preferable to read this series of tales on clothing and sex in the order I wrote them.
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Chapter 1
Samantha, or Sammi as she insisted everyone other than her mother call her, didn't lose her virginity until she was well into her nineteenth year. By her twenty-first birthday she had only had two lovers, both at university. Before she was twenty-three, she needed her toes as well as her ten fingers to count the men she had slept with.
Chapter 2
"Oh my, you sexy little thing," he said as he slid his hand up Sammi's skirt.
"Why?"
"Wearing stockings aren't you," he said pulling her long skirt to one side where the slit was up one side.
She felt good hearing him say that and even better seeing the look of desire and admiration on his face as he looked at the lacy tops of Sammi's stocking on her left leg. He couldn't see any more for the skirt was still covering her thong covered mound and her other leg.
They were at Sammi's family and family friends twenty-first birthday party. She had already had her party for her close, young friends at a nearby restaurant and the one with the girls was arranged for later in the month at a club in London. This one was in a marquee attached to the large family house and was attended by family and friends who, in the main were much older than her. She hadn't really wanted it, but her parents had insisted. As they had insisted on it being a posh, black tie and long gown do, 'fucking snobs' she often thought.
It was around two in the morning and the party was starting to wind down. Many of the older people had left, but the disco was still going and people were dancing and standing around drinking. Sammi had been dancing with Gareth, a friend of her brother. He was in investment banking, some sort of derivatives trader and earned, so the story went, around a million a year. He was in his early thirties, handsome, quick-witted, a bit of a bastard with women, a heavy drinker and drug taker and he was Sammi's half brother, they shared Kevin as a father.
After dancing for some time they had strolled out of the marquee into the large garden. It was dark, but nice and warm, although everywhere was damp from the earlier downpour. From visiting with Sammi's real brother, a corporate lawyer, before he bought a flat in Notting Hill, Gareth knew the house and gardens quite well. He also knew his half sister, his best friend's full sister quite well and had always fancied her as, Sammi had to admit, she did him. She had, therefore, been flattered and quite excited at the attention Gareth had shown to her.
Sammi didn't have now, and never really had had a regular boy friend. She had lost her virginity shortly after going to university to an almost total stranger. She met him at a very boozy and druggy party where the third and fourth year students welcomed the newcomers like her, or so they were told. In fact, it wasn't really an opportunity for the older students to welcome the younger ones, it was them creating the opportunity to fuck the new girls, and that had worked with her. Not at the party, but less than a week later
She did well at uni and by the start of her third year she was set to get a 2:1 degree in English. She hadn't done so well with men, though. After the brief fling with her virginity taker, they had been on a few dates, but they didn't seem to work well. Yes, she snogged a few other guys and, of course one or two got their hands on her tits or up her skirt, well not literally for Sammi, like most of the female students almost never wore them, instead preferring jeans. A couple of guys had undressed her to her bra and panties and one or two had made her cum with their fingers as she had them with her hand, but until just before Christmas in her third year she still hadn't 'gone all the way' again.
Carl was a post graduate and she fell for him. He was well off and had his own flat nearby where Sammi got herself shagged two or three times a week. Regular sex with an older attractive guy fancied by most of her friends, made her feel much better. It was also quite a relief for she was beginning to think there might be something wrong with her.
She readily admitted to herself and friends in chat rooms and other sites, to being bi-curious as the saying goes. She had never done anything with another girl, but had been propositioned a couple of times since being at uni: she didn't, though, feel anything for the rather butch, cropped hair overweight uglies who made up the university's lesbian fraternity.
However, as with many, probably most, university affairs, it began to end, amicably, with the onset of final exams and finished completely when Sammi came home. Neither of them had the will to try to make it work when shagging had the inconvenience of a hundred miles round trip.
Although, nothing serious had happened between Sammi and her half-brother, they had always been close, but they didn't see each other very often. It was rather difficult for her mum, Amanda, Kevin's second wife, to have too constant a reminder of the woman on whom Kevin had cheated with her. She felt terrible about that.
It was after Sammi's eighteenth birthday party when Gareth was staying at their house that she and he first been intimate. She had cried in his arms as they kissed and he had undone her bra. She had sobbed more when they kissed more and he put his hand in her panties. And she had both sobbed and cried when he had made her cum and she had masturbated him. Between then and now they had met infrequently at family dos, but they had maintained an email contact in which they had discussed their incestuous relationship.
Knowing full well it would never go anywhere, other than Sammi, maybe becoming another conquest, Gareth didn't give a fuck about that side of it. She had gorgeous, long blonde hair, a cute face, nice tits, a bit small, but a great arse and fabulous legs, that was all that mattered. 'One day', he would muse, particular after a line or two or a few smokes, thinking how clever he was at the rhyming, 'She'll make a great lay.'
It was different for Sammi and she agonised over the times she had any form of sex with him. She had to admit to herself, however, that there was some form of power or something directing her feelings towards him. She had never been promiscuous, he was the first boy to: remove her bra, suck her nipples and make her cum. He was the first boy she had wanked. Was she using him as trial runs, she often wondered or, was she in love with him? She had no real answers to such questions.
At her twenty first, Gareth first kissed her in a dark alleyway between the garage and the marquee. He first touched her tits when they were in the conservatory off the main dining room, which Sammi knew was locked from the inside so the only way in was the door they had just come through, which she had locked behind them.
They didn't shag in the conservatory, although, he did play with her tits, get them out of her bra, put his hand up her skirt and he did find her secret, she was wearing self-support stockings. It was just after finding them, lifting her skirt up and looking at them when he said.
"Remind me of something Sammi."
"What Gareth."
"I don't seem to remember where your bedroom is?"
Surprised and, with her inexperience of such situation, a little shocked Sammi stammered.
"And why would you want to know that Gareth?"
"Because my lovely, little, sexy, stocking-wearing, minx of a sister I think I need to fuck you and I don't think you would want me to do that here would you?"
Chapter 3
Sammi had never owned a pair of stockings. She had never worn stockings and had never had the inclination to buy any. That is until she was shopping with her mum in Harvey Niks for her ball gown for her party.
She had tried on several dresses before deciding upon a deep blue, almost black, floor-length number.
"It sets off madam's hair so beautifully," the Sloany, plumb-voiced sales assistant said referring to Sammi's almost natural long, shoulder-length, blonde hair.
Naturally, as youngsters' posh frocks tend to be it was low cut. It had thin spaghetti straps and a plunging front that showed off just enough of her respectable B going on C cup boobs to be interesting, but not so much as to be crass or vulgar; something her mother would never condone. As she'd looked in the mirror she had thought for no reason at all, 'A scoop them out easy' job adding the extra thought of 'Pity there's no one to scoop them out.'
The dress was tight beneath her boobs, round her waist and over her pert bum and then flared out as it plunged down her, not as long as she wished they were, legs. It had what the assistant called, 'erotically interesting' slits up both sides, which ended over midway between her knees and hip bones.
"Yes I'll have that," Sammi said to the girl, as she looked at her mum. "Ok mum?" After all she was paying the six hundred quid for it.
"Yes dear, that will be fine." She handed the girl her HN charge card saying. "Look I have to run, I'm meeting Marcia for lunch, so if you need anything else, any accessories just charge them to this." Then she was gone.
