"H-how do you mean?" Wendy sniffed, wiping her eyes.
"Well… honey… look at it this way. Maybe you just weren't ready for Mike, he's just a young boy you know, perhaps he wasn't able to prepare you properly. The first time a girl makes love, its really important that she be led up to the act of making love in the right kind of way. Your aunt hasn't helped the way you react also, she's been without a man for quite a while and her experiences with men haven't been too great. Her view is pretty unrealistic though, not all men are alike, not all men are brutal." Russ Redford squeezed the girl's hand affectionately and continued…
"Now look Wendy, you kids nowadays are much freerer in your thoughts than when we were young, so why not in your bodies too. Your aunt and I are of another generation altogether yet I believe pretty much the way you kids do today."
Wendy's head was beginning to ache, she was so confused, so many feelings surging through her young body and Mr. Redford… well… she just didn't know what to think, his talk was unnerving her. She felt a whole lot better though in one way if only she weren't so confused, and yet she did feel open to a new direction.
Russ Redford suddenly noticed something gleaming in the corner of the room, if it was what he though it was, it was too good to be true. The sunlight was reflecting off… yes… off a bottle. Holy shit, yes, it was a still half-full bottle of brandy. Nothing better to loosen up a young virgin than a little drink, just the ticket.
"Here angel-girl, look what Father Christmas left us, a little bit of something to help us unwind." Russ took a long swig and handed it to Wendy. "This will surely help you to relax," he smiled reassuringly.
Wendy took a sip of the liquor, ohhhhh, it made her feel so warm inside, in fact she began to feel quite sensual. She shyly looked at the older man as he sat down beside her again, she really didn't know if she could trust Mr. Redford, he was behaving a little strangely, after all giving liquor to a young girl like herself. She realized however, that her aunt's Victorian ethics hadn't brought her any happiness and even though she was scared this very minute, she was feeling happy. Oh dear she didn't know what to do or think. She put the bottle down on the floor. "It feels so good and warm in my stomach, but I'd better not drink any more Mr. Redford, really I'd better not."
"Now Wendy dear, that's the way you're supposed to feel when you drink brandy, it's nothing to worry your sweet little head about. Now you just listen to me young lady, and have another sip."
The older man and the young girl sat quietly in the gathering dusk, the last remnants of the sun was filtering through the room and they began to feel a magnetic pull towards each others bodies. At last the sun sank below the horizon and the room was plunged into darkness. Wendy picked up the bottle again and took a long, slow draught, feeling it ooze and slide through her body, she felt good, she felt really good. She turned and looked at her boyfriend's uncle, her tongue slowly licking the remnants of the brandy upon her lips.
Russ Redford gently rubbed the young girl's back. "Feeling better now?" he asked.
"Um, quite better, thank you," she confessed.
Russ laughed gently, "Just leave it to me, I've got a cure for everything."
Feeling braver now from the alcohol, the girl snuggled closer to Mr. Redford. She looked at him from her young eyes, growing older and more mature by the minute, he was so much like Mike, really, he was quite amazing, it was almost as if she was with Mike this very minute. Wendy felt a strange feeling of excitement welling up inside of her, yes he was so attractive and capable…
Suddenly Wendy realized it was getting late, maybe they should get back to the hotel for dinner but somehow she just couldn't move, it was as if she was rooted to the spot. She didn't want to leave the warm comfort of Mr. Redford's arms, that was it. They'd be noticed as absent from the dinner table though… it would look strange… And then, oh hell! she thought… feeling warm and tingly all over.
Russ Redford sensed the girl's thoughts and pulled her closer to him, as if to say… not yet angel girl… not yet. Wendy's body was beginning to respond to his touch and he found his hand sliding down over her breast and taking the firm nipple between his fingers, even through the thick cloth of her halter he could feel how responsive she was. His other hand slid over her belly and began to massage her slowly and seductively. Wendy began to moan in response to the older man's touch, the feeling she had experienced with Mike now began to return to her loins and oh, now she could feel his hands working their way underneath the cloth of her halter top, and cupping her full firm breast in his hand he began to massage her. Wendy felt trapped, she couldn't breath, what was happening to her. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't quell the longing in her body, it was flaming up between her thighs, she ached, she wanted, she desired… ohhhhhh! She twisted on the floor, she had to get a grip on herself.
"Oh Mr. Redford, don't do that, it's wrong… it's wrong. Don't, don't, what about Mike… and… and my aunt."
"Oh, Wendy, my dear don't upset yourself, don't let ugly thoughts crowd that pretty little head of yours, just enjoy yourself, enjoy the pleasure of your feelings."
Wendy's thin panties were now wet, oozing with vaginal excitement, she could feel her crotch hard against her pants and with tremendous effort she squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to quell the feelings that were ceaselessly building there. She knew she was on dangerous ground but she just didn't know quite what to do about it. Mr. Redford had been so kind and understanding, she didn't want him to think that she wasn't grateful – but wow! This was weird… necking with her boyfriend's uncle.
But he was really driving her out of her mind with desire… the handsome man's closeness, his hand on her breast the way it was now… Ohhhhh… she squirmed against him. The crotch band of her nylon panties was pulled tight into the split of her buttocks, rubbing against her hotly tingling vagina. She felt an erotic throbbing start to pulse in the hardening bud of her clitoris, and the trembling young girl gritted her teeth together in a vain attempt to hold back the forbidden delights throbbing stronger and stronger up between her legs.
"I can make you happy… I can teach you about love, sweet baby girl. I can prepare you for love," Russ Redford murmured enticingly in her ear.
"Please, don't… I'm afraid. I don't think you should be doing this to me… really, I don't!" she groaned beseechingly, but in the depth of her soul she realized that she really wanted him, she really was responding to the gentle hand on her rounded breast. Dear God! She was becoming aroused by her boyfriend's uncle. For a moment she held back and then she realized, so what… it feels so right, so good. So really, really… wonderful.
Wendy was aroused now in a way that she had never experienced before, Mike had never made her feel this way. Mike had aroused her this afternoon but now… with the brandy inside of her and this older, mature man fondling her breasts so tenderly, she was positively on fire. She couldn't resist the building fire in her wetly swelling pussy when Russ Redford released the tie and her halter top fell open. Her full, quivering breasts were free now, their nipples hard against his hand, he nipped his fingers over them sending echoes of delight throbbing through her belly.
"Oh, oh, Mr. Redford, we can't! We can't!"
The older man kissed her lightly and continued rubbing her nipples between his fingers and grinding his pelvis tightly against hers as he pulled her to him. He slid his other hand down around the soft roundness of her trembling buttocks, and the young girl panicked in reaction to his further intimacy.
"No, oh no, please don't do this to me!" the virginal young girl pleaded, her deep brown eyes filling with tears of anguish.