Nikki’s first adventure

The day the office closed early because of the drainage problem seemed like a day like any other until the staff were sent home at lunchtime. Nikki was delighted. It meant she had the house to herself for a change.
Twenty years old and still living with her parents. Well, not quite – she lived with her mum and her step dad. Her noisy, bad tempered alcoholic step dad to be more precise.
And then there was Dan.
Dan was 23, intelligent and gorgeous. He had been living with them for a few weeks now. He was her step-dad’s half brother’s son. Or something like that, she wasn’t sure. But at least any relationship they might have one day (some chance) wouldn’t count as incest. Which given the fantasies she had about him as she lay awake at night, was just as well.
Dan’s presence confused her. She was annoyed that he had been given the guest room when he came to stay “just for a few days”. The guest room had a double bed – of course, some guests were couples – and it was bigger than her little room. Now he had taken over the room with his stuff – loads of computer gizmos and posters of bands she had never heard of.
But he was still gorgeous and it was good having him around. Someone to inspire her naughty imagination even further. And imagination was all she had right now. All her mates said she was “a stunner” but no lads seemed interested. How come she had never had a real boyfriend? Her friends said it was because she was such a babe that the lads were frightened She hoped they were right.
Coming home to the empty house was a luxury she was going to enjoy. It was a hot day and she felt clammy. She threw off her clothes in an untidy mess in her room and then ducked under the shower. Feeling fresh, she abandoned her “sensible” work underwear and tried on her “man killer” lingerie. Well, if there had been a man around it might have been worth it, she thought, as she tried to look herself up and down in the mirror. The tiny mirror in her cramped room was too small..
Then she remembered there was a much larger full length mirror in Dan’s room. She padded along the landing and pushed open the door. The room smelt of Dan. It was a smell she liked. Very male somehow, but not sweaty. His aftershave perhaps?
Nikki stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself. A tiny pink lacy bra with a front fastening held her young breasts comfortably. They weren’t small, but not outrageously big, she told herself. Just right? Maybe.
She looked down to where her recently trimmed bush was hardly concealed by her matching pink thong. She turned around and looked over her shoulder at her rear. Not bad. And her legs were not bad either. Why couldn’t she get a guy? She turned to face herself again and brushed back her long black hair. Should she dye it blonde? She blinked back tears. Her dark eyes were a little damp. She could live in hope, but there didn’t seem much hope right now. She glanced down again at her crotch. It felt warm. She felt the stirrings of desire. If only Dan would take an interest. She would let him…
She looked around his room. She’d not been in there much since his arrival. He was always in there when she was home.
There seemed to be computer stuff everywhere, on every available surface. Other than that he was quite tidy, she thought. She opened a couple of draws, which contained shirts neatly ironed. She opened the two built-in wardrobes. One was full of stuff. The other was virtually empty.
She rubbed her crotch with her fingers. She wondered if she should buy one of those vibrators that her friends joked about having, but decided she would be too embarrassed to go to any shops that might sell them, let alone ask for one.
She lay on the bed, thinking of Dan. He was taller than her but not too tall. His butt was so wonderful, especially in his jeans. And when he smiled….
She closed her eyes and let her fingers touch her stomach gently. She ran them over her breasts, then touched her lips with one of them. She pretended they were Dan’s hands. They went back to her breasts. They cupped them, squeezed them and then pinched the nipples. Still fantasizing, she undid the clasp between her breasts and let them free. She cupped them again, ran her fingers around her nipples. They were hard now. These could be Dan’s hands. Those hands stroked her stomach again and then ran gently just above the elastic of her panties.
She sighed. Then one of the hands went inside and explored a bit further. The other hand stroked her inner thigh before pressing lightly on her pussy through the thong.
Nikki rolled over and buried her face in the pillow. Lifting up her backside she felt one hand pulling the crotch of her thong aside and the other stroking what it found underneath. Then it pushed inside. She imagined it was Dan’s cock. She pushed her finger in and out and against her swollen clitoris. She wished she had to courage to buy that vibrator.
At that moment she heard the sound of a car door slamming outside and soon afterwards keys in the front door lock. She froze, finger in her juices. Who the hell was it? Mum? Her step dad? Or …Dan?
She jumped from the bed, tidying the creased surface with a sweep of her arm. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror as the front door clicked shut. Just her unfastened bra and panties. Shit! If it was Dan he would come upstairs and there was no way back to her room.
She heard the unmistakable sound of someone coming upstairs. Looking around desperately, she opened the door of the almost empty wardrobe and stepped inside, pulling the door closed behind her. She quickly realised that she could see out through some slats – and not be seen herself. A piece of luck – if she stayed here, and if Dan had only called to pick up something, she could escape. But what on earth could she say if he found her? In his room, and in just her underwear.
Through the slats she saw him. It was Dan, and he strolled into the room unaware he was being watched. He pressed a button on his computer and for a moment she thought he would sit down to work there, but he remained standing. He paused for a moment, as though he sensed something was wrong and Nikki felt her heart pound faster. But then he put down a bag he was carrying and sat on the bed.
The bed was quite close to the wardrobe, but Dan sat on the far side with his back to her. He bent down and seemed to be untying his shoes. She heard the clunk as he tossed them into a corner. His socks followed. He unbuttoned his shirt and despite her anxieties Nikki enjoyed the moment as he took it off and threw it on a chair. His body wasn’t especially muscular, but it looked good to her. She had imagined running her hands over it many times…
It occurred to her that he was going to shower and two thoughts flashed through her mind. She was going to see him naked, and she was going to be able to escape. But then he did something unexpected. Standing up, he took a key from his trouser pocket and inserted it in the door. She heard a click and realised he had locked himself – and her – in the room. She noted that the key went back in the pocket. She wondered why he had locked the door.
He came to stand on the side of the bed nearest the wardrobe now and her heart began to pound again as just inches from her Dan slipped the belt from his trousers, unzipped them and let them fall to the floor. Then his boxer underpants came off and he stood naked before her, unaware of her presence and looking at himself in the mirror.
She stared at his cock. She had never had a boyfriend or a brother. She had seen pictures – even brief glimpses in movies. And little boys in the beach. But here was a real man’s penis.
She had nothing to compare it too. Was it a normal size or shape? Hanging out in front of him, not erect and somehow mysterious, it looked very appealing somehow. She wondered what it would feel like to touch.
As if reading her mind, Dan began to touch it. He lifted it a little, watching himself in the mirror. Nikki wanted to turn away in shame but her eyes were transfixed. She should not be watching this.
He waved the hairy penis around a bit and it seemed to grow a little. He cupped his balls gently with his other hand and smiled at his refection, as if pleased with what he saw. Then he suddenly let himself fall onto the bed, still holding his dick in one hand and his balls in the other.
Now his body was stretched out in front of the wardrobe, his feet on the floor almost touching the doors and his head furthest away from her. He spread his legs a little and began to manipulate his cock with both hands. Nikki felt a strange moistness between her own legs. Shit, if she got out of this alive and undiscovered she would have a story to tell her friends.
Dan’s cock continued to grow. Nikki’s friends told giggling tales about 12 inch dicks as thick as your arm but Dan’s only seemed half that size. She had an idea the stories were made up, and it seemed to her that six inches was fine. Anything bigger might hurt you!
As she watched, she realised she was learning about the male anatomy – well the important bits anyway.