Pippa Brown Chapter 1

The Blossoming Miss Brown

Pippa Brown was en route to her cousin’s wedding. They’d never really been that close but as Pippa was but seventeen years of age, it was hardly her decision to make. Her initial objections to the idea, of course, melted away pretty sharpish the moment her father made mention of a new dress. She had purchased – and by she, of course, I mean her father – a beautiful, flowing, navy blue number which retained her class while still accentuating enough of her fledgling womanly body to give her the sexiness she craved.

Now she had always been a sexual creature, with her big, beautiful blue eyes and bobbed brown hair atop a slim dancer’s body, lithe and supple. She got the attention of the boys. And she took advantage. Pippa was growing up faster than even she could keep up with, experimenting and showing confidence that belied her years.

So, when she strutted into the reception hall in her figure-hugging dress, the head of many a gent was turned, many snapping them back to their upright and locked position at the realisation – having travelled slowly from feet to neck in their assessment – that she was half their age, if not worse – a member of their own family. She thrived on this, strolling across the dancefloor and grabbing a drink from a passing waiter, flashing him a smile in the process and feeling the internal warmth that comes with knowing someone wants you. But the waiter didn’t interest her.

She had never been with an older man; not considerably older, anyhow. She had accrued 12 lovers up to this point, mostly around her own age, and mostly underwhelming of performance. She craved a real man to show her what the world of sex and lust can truly bring and this waiter was not that man. She wandered outside with her drink and sat on a low stone wall overlooking beautiful sprawling gardens, immaculately kept and smelling divine. She was just starting to let her mind drift away when a tall, dark, handsome stranger takes a seat beside her.

“Gorgeous night, isn’t it?” said the man. “Just lovely” replied Pippa. “So are you with the bride or groom?” he chirped back. “Ummm the bride’s my cousin”, Pippa responded sheepishly. She was not sure if this man was being polite or attempting to seduce her, but she was enjoying his chiselled jaw and soothing, manly voice as he spoke with her. She was having trouble stopping herself from fantasising about him. Her mind was just drifting away until: “I’m Jack, by the way…I’m barely connected to this thing. Not entirely sure why I was invited, actually! I was at school with the groom, but haven’t seen him in years. I’m just glad I found someone to talk to here!”

The conversation continued on the edge of the beautiful garden, gradually segueing from small talk into banter, then to playful flirting and revelations. Jack confessed that he had not had the best luck with the ladies in the past and it had frustrated him. He was meant to have come to this wedding with his girlfriend but they had broken up about a month beforehand. He told her how she hadn’t got into sex and manipulated him for two years and finally he felt free. Pippa was picturing how this man would sweep her off her feet, carry her to the bed and slowly but passionately and expertly make love to her. She was getting ahead of herself – they had only just met. But she knew she wanted him, despite the age difference, and she thought – hoped – he felt the same.

They decided to take a walk through the gardens to escape the marauding bunch of little children running around and clawing at their ankles, making noise and just generally being annoying little shits. Jack ducked inside for just a moment into the hall, rapidly emerging with a bottle of champagne. “Quick…I’m not sure if they saw me!” he whispered, grabbing her hand and leading her down to the gardens. They duck behind some hedges, past a pond, around some ornamental flamingos – as you do – and find a nice little spot amongst the rose bushes to take a seat. They both fell to the ground, giggling like schoolgirls.

They sipped champagne and glanced at the setting sun as their laughs subsided…Jack turned to Pippa and told her how beautiful he thought he eyes were, and how it had made his night meeting her…she had no words…he leaned in and kissed her, her heart beating out of her chest, nervous, confused, aroused…her tongue slipped between his lips and they fell backwards onto the grass, him on top of her, their tongues dancing in their joined mouths.

She pushes him back. “I’m seventeen. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before but I thought you should know.” she managed to stammer out of her mouth. “Well, that’s legal so I’m happy,” he quipped back before plunging his head into her neck and gently kissing her soft skin, creeping higher and taking her earlobe between his lips, flicking his tongue over it, sucking on it. How did he know this was her special spot? Lucky guess, I suppose, but Pippa was struggling to contain herself…she wanted him here and now. She reached down and felt his hard cock through his trousers, stroking it up and down as he pushed back against her hand. She felt his slide up the inside of her thigh, underneath her dress, pressing gently against her panties, feeling her hot pussy through the material, both moaning into each other’s mouths. They both forgot where they were for just a few minutes, consumed by animal desires, their loins throbbing at the undeniable chemistry between them. She unzipped his trousers and plunged her hand between the open teeth, taking him in her fingers and feeling how hard she was getting him. “My God, it’s huge!” she couldn’t stop herself from thinking. All this time she had been with boys – and their boys’ toys. Now, she had hold of a real man’s weapon – six-to-seven inches in length but with a girth that both excited and frightened her in equal measure. She wanted it; she just didn’t know if she could take it.

Jack rolled on top of her, slipping his knees between her legs and opening them slightly. They were kissing frantically, clawing at each other, desperate to rip off these clothes and surrender to the lust. Pippa’s dress had been hitched up as Jack ground his pelvis against hers, the head of his cock pressing against her now soaking wet pussy through the thin lace of her panties. Jack reached down and pulled them to one side before slipping a finger into her, gliding all the way in smoothly; she bit his shoulder to hold back her moans and pushed back against his hand with her hips. His finger retracts and she feels empty, longing for more, just as a second finger is added and thrust deep within her. Pippa reaches down and starts to pull Jack’s throbbing cock from its cotton prison just as they both hear a conversation seemingly approaching their direction. “Fuck, I think that’s my dad!” frantically whispers a panting, wanting Pippa, desperately frustrated, now knowing she would unlikely get to ride that throbbing muscle she held with such excitement and trepidation just moments previously. They hurriedly re-dress and retreat before they were caught and Jack had his impressive phallus removed by garden shears.

He takes her hand in his and bounds in the other direction of the conversation, Pippa struggling desperately to keep up in her high heels. They dart left and right through maze-like hedges, losing sight of where they were headed, hearts racing and each with that unmistakeable grin splashed across their faces. Neither of them had expected the wedding to be this much fun. They emerge from the gardens behind the kitchen and quickly jink into an alcove, Pippa trying to keep quiet as she is pressed up against the cold stone wall, Jack’s burning hot body pressed against her chest and his hand across her lips. She stays utterly silent and as close to him as she can as her father and step-mother casually wander past discussing where on Earth she could have got to.

Jack looks down at her and slowly removes his hand. He stares into her big blue eyes and her back into his, both realising that they can’t have what they both so desperately desire. He kisses her deep and slow and she melts into his arms, feeling completely safe and removed from her life, her family, her worries. “Could I maybe get your number?” he asks her with a cheeky smile. She knows that this is not the end as she inputs it into his phone and hits save. She grabs the back of his head and pulls him back in for another deep, passionate kiss and squeezes his still-hard cock through his trousers. “I’ll see you again, right?” she asks with a combination of confidence and hope. “Count on it.”

Pippa had wished and wished that her family had been staying at the wedding venue for the night but unfortunately for her it was close enough to her home for them to return to their own beds a few miles away. Pippa’s felt particularly lonely that night. She couldn’t get him out of her head. The way he looked, smelled, carried himself. My God, the way he touched her. The way he stroked her soft, young skin and made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She reached to her phone and sent him a little note: “Back home in bed now. Wish I was still there. Thinking of you ;)”. She then closed her eyes, rested her head back on the pillow and slid her hands under the covers. She ran her hands over her body, underneath her shirt, playing with her hard nipples; her other teasing her inner thigh the way Jack had. She pictured him on top of her earlier that day, the way his cock felt pressed against her, and in between her fingers, she slid a finger inside her tight, wet pussy and let out a muted moan. Her phone did its familiar rumble-rumble-ding-ding thing and her heart jumped out of her chest. It was him. He told her how he wished she was there with him now, how he couldn’t stop thinking about her tight body and how much he wanted her. She asked for him to tell her more and he duly obliged. He knew what she was up to and he instructed her to follow his movements with her hands, teasing her with his words. He told her how he wanted to lick his way up her thigh and tickle around the outline of her knickers before peeling them off her and spiralling closer and closer to her waiting clit before pulling away, releasing his fully engorged cock from his boxers and rubbing the head up and down her, feeling the heat emanating from within her.

He tells her how he wants to slam every inch into her, give her a fucking like she’s never experienced. How he wants to lift her legs over his shoulders and bounce on her, thrusting deep and hard and making her whole body quiver. She reaches to her night stand and grabs her hairbrush, flipping it around and grabbing the brush end, rubbing the handle up and down her wetness before pushing it all into her pussy, her head jarring to one side and biting the duvet as it fills her. She slides it in and out imagining being filled by this mysterious man’s throbbing shaft over and over. She had never felt lust like this. She wanted it so, so bad. She fucked herself with her hairbrush faster and harder than she ever had before, her legs beginning to shake as she desperately tries to stifle her moans, feeling herself racing closer and closer to orgasm. She reads his next text with her free hand and imagines him picking her up and fucking her hard up against a wall, her legs wrapped around him, pulling him in deeper and biting his shoulder…her whole body begins to convulse, Pippa trying desperately to not lose control as her parents are downstairs. She grabs a pillow and pulls it over her face, biting it and screaming into it as she pushes the brush handle as far as it will go and squeezes it tight, waves of bliss shooting through her, causing her limbs to flail uncontrollably, but manages somehow to keep quiet. She regains her thoughts and opens her eyes, panting, sweating, sated. She texts him back telling him just how hard he got her to cum and finishes with a plea: “We have to meet…please! Just think how good it would be to pleasure someone who appreciates it! I know you are ;) xxx”