I Hid with a Stranger in the Middle of a Family Gathering

My name is Renata, I’m twenty-three, and I’ve always said I’m the shy one in the family. This time I want to tell you what I did one Sunday afternoon, hidden from the rest of the house, while downstairs everyone was toasting a wedding. I arrived at that gathering still buzzing from an intense morning, with my cunt swollen from having masturbated twice before leaving, and I suppose that’s why my temperature shot up so fast.

My older brother had organized a meal at home to announce that he was getting married. His girlfriend, Carla, had said yes, and that’s why her whole family came too. There were five of us at home—my parents and my two brothers—and four from Carla’s side, so there were going to be nine of us sitting at the table.

I arrived a little after one in the afternoon. I was expecting the house to be empty for a while, but my parents got there before me, bad luck. My mother, as soon as she saw me walk in, put me to work tidying with her. Since I’m the one who cleans every day, there wasn’t much to do: just pick up what was out of place and put it back where it belonged.

When we finished, she sent me to get ready because my brother would be arriving soon with Carla and the others. I went upstairs, showered, and put on a yellow dress that barely covered my knees. Underneath, a tiny white thong and a matching bra that barely held my tits in place. I went back downstairs to the living room and everyone was already spread out on the sofas.

My brother called me over to introduce me. I went greeting them one by one, and by the time I shook hands with Carla’s parents my face was already red. My brothers always make me go through these moments just so they can laugh at me. But there was still someone left: a guy sitting apart, in the armchair.

We met each other’s eyes a couple of times and both of us blushed. And a couple more times I caught him studying my legs, discreetly, not missing a detail. After the morning I’d had, that look sent the blood rushing to my face and to other places too, even though he was still a complete stranger. I felt my nipples tighten under the fabric and my cunt start wetting my thong.

My brother led me straight over to him. My palms were sweaty and he looked just as embarrassed.

—Renata, this one’s just as bashful as you are —my brother said, laughing—. Meet Carla’s brother. His name is Andrés.

—Andrés, this is my sister, the quiet one in the house. She’s the one with the video games I told you about.

We looked at each other for barely a few seconds and exchanged an almost inaudible “hi.” My brother was enjoying our faces.

—Renata, why don’t you take Andrés upstairs and put on a game for him? That way he won’t be bored while we wait for lunch.

The truth was, he was handsome. There was something in his eyes that made me look at him again and again. And just thinking that I was going to be alone with a guy in my room—the same one who had been spying on my legs a minute earlier—sent a tingling through my stomach. It was an exciting feeling, and it was getting me horny again. My cunt was throbbing so hard I’d swear it could be heard from outside.

I nodded and walked toward the stairs. I stopped for a moment, waiting for him, because I hadn’t even told him to follow me. When he caught up, we started going up.

Andrés, being a gentleman, moved his hand to let me go first. But my instinct told me he really wanted a better view under my dress. I thanked him and started up the steps.

By then it was no longer my nerves in control, but my desire. If what he wanted was a peek under my dress, I was going to let him see even more. I kept acting like the naive girl everyone thinks I am, climbing almost at a run up the first steps, not holding the fabric, giving him a height advantage and a much better view. I knew perfectly well that from his angle he had to be seeing my white thong pressed against my cunt and my ass bouncing under the skirt.

Halfway up the stairs I turned around. He had his gaze fixed exactly where I imagined. Caught looking, he went red, startled, and looked into my eyes. I smiled at him, so he’d understand that I didn’t mind at all if he looked.

I kept going up slowly to maintain the distance and let him keep seeing my legs all the way up. When he reached me, I pointed out which room was mine and asked him to follow me. I barely took a step before turning to smile at him again, but he was looking at my ass, so lost in it that he didn’t even notice I’d caught him. I saw a bulge beginning to show in his pants, that cock growing because of me, and a smile slipped out of me.

Seeing him like that really turned me on. It was the first time someone had watched me with that much attention, and knowing we’d be alone together, locked away with a handsome guy I barely knew, was melting me from the inside. One thing I was sure of: if he made a move, I wasn’t going to stop him. My thong was already soaked, with fluid running down the inner sides of my thighs.

Maybe the other Renata will come out, the one who can’t control herself, I thought. I had to keep pretending to be the good girl, but inside I was dying to know how far Andrés wanted to go and how much he’d dare corrupt my innocent face. I wanted his cock. I wanted to suck it until he filled my mouth with cum, I wanted him to fuck me against the mattress, I wanted to feel him buried to the hilt in my cunt.

We reached the closed door. I took a deep breath to steady my trembling and opened it.

—Come in, make yourself comfortable —I told him.

There was nowhere to sit in my room except the bed. Andrés was wearing black track pants and a long black T-shirt. He sat on the edge of the mattress, facing the television. I kept measuring every gesture so I’d seem calm, and every time I caught him looking at me I gave him a huge smile back.

I didn’t last long. I stood up and walked to the TV stand, feeling his gaze on my back the whole way. The games were in the bottom drawer. I turned my back to him and, instead of bending my knees, I leaned over with my ass up and my legs slightly apart. I knew that from there he could see my white thong cutting into the slit of my cunt, the fabric clinging from the dampness, hinting at my swollen lips.

—What do you want to play? I’ve got all these, pick one —I said without turning all the way around.

I took several out and straightened up to show them to him. He hadn’t moved; one leg was crossed and one hand rested over his crotch. I knew he was already hard. I walked over with that same smile, handed him the games so he had to hold them with both hands—nothing was covering him now—and knelt down in front of him, right between his legs, pretending I was only helping him choose.

The bulge was huge, tense, outlining the full shape of his cock beneath the track pants. I could see the rounded head pointing toward his navel and the thick shaft running down his thigh. My mouth watered. I made a huge effort not to touch him. I clenched my fists until they were damp with sweat, kept my smile in place, and fixed my eyes on the games in my hands. I don’t know how I managed to look so innocent while I was guiding him, without making it obvious, to a point where he was no longer hiding his desire.

—I love this one —I said, taking the chance to run my hand over his thigh, as if I were just pointing at the cover—. When I had the time, I used to spend the whole day playing it.

I felt, under my fingers, how his cock jerked beneath the pants, an involuntary movement that made me clench my thighs. He picked one. I pretended to be overexcited, rested both palms on his legs, very close to the marked bulge, and pushed myself up. I carried the game to the console and bent down again to insert it, giving him another view of my ass. I lifted my head and saw his reflection in the blank screen: he was watching me, lost, while with his other hand he rubbed himself over his pants.

That whole game of showing myself off and still pretending nothing was happening was getting to me way too much. I deliberately took my time looking for the controller, modeling every pose, giving him the best possible view of my body. My cunt was dripping, no longer discreet wetness: it was a warm puddle soaking my thong.

***

To hide the bulge, Andrés put the other games on top of it. I saw my chance and didn’t let it pass.

—Sorry, I left you holding everything —I said, and slid my hand under the top game, between the cardboard and his erection.

He gave a small jump on the mattress when I brushed him. He was rock hard. With my fingers I managed to feel his whole shaft, hard as stone, throbbing under the fabric, and I even noticed a damp patch at the tip where the pre-cum had seeped through. I kept my saintly face on, and although we both knew perfectly well what my hand had just touched, I acted as if nothing had happened. I turned on the TV, gave him the controller, and let him start playing.

Andrés relaxed and grew more confident. He leaned back a little against the wall with his legs stretched out, and then it was me who spent my time looking at him. Under the fabric of his pants, the shape of his erection was completely clear, more and more obvious. The thick tip was pressing into the elastic, outlined as if he had nothing on underneath. I no longer knew whether he wasn’t noticing or whether he was showing it to me on purpose.

I sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard, in a position where I could watch him from the corner of my eye. And I thought that if he was letting me look, the fair thing was for me to let him look too. After all, we were in the perfect place.

Little by little I lifted one leg onto the mattress and, when I did, I spread them. At first I held the dress with my hands so I wouldn’t show my underwear. Andrés started turning toward me more and more often, asking me questions about the game that were really just an excuse to look. I took advantage of that conversation to “forget” to hold down the fabric: I moved my hands when I spoke, and when I finished a sentence, I took my time pulling the dress back over me. Once, I left the skirt hiked up to my hip, with my white thong in full view, the wet fabric stuck to my cunt, tracing every fold.

It was exciting to see his face trying to discover what was under the dress. Part of me wanted to show him more. The adrenaline of feeling watched, of seeing that bulge grow until it strained the fabric, had me soaking. I slipped one finger under my thong without him noticing, ran it over my swollen lips, and brought it to my mouth, pretending to nibble on it absentmindedly. I was so hot I almost came from that alone.

At one point he ran out of questions. The room fell silent, with only the sound of the game and our breathing. That was the clearest invitation of all: him looking at my legs and me looking at his crotch, and the two of us going back to each other’s eyes.

—Hey, Renata, what other games do you have? —he asked.

I stood up and went to the cabinet, my legs trembling from pure excitement. I bent down again, gave him the view of my ass, and when I turned around I found him sitting normally on the edge, legs apart and that enormous bulge clearly marked between them.

—I’ve got these, look —I said, stretching out my hand with the games, standing in front of him.

—Hey… but show them to me like you did a minute ago.

His words surprised me and turned me on at the same time. I didn’t even know what to answer, and before I knew it I was already kneeling between his legs, my face a breath away from his erection. Andrés didn’t even look at the games: his eyes were fixed on me.

I felt him drop everything onto the mattress. One of his hands adjusted the bulge, bringing it even closer to my face; the other caressed my cheek and ended up holding my chin. The cock, tight beneath the fabric, brushed my nose. I could smell the heat of his skin through the pants, that hot man smell that made me salivate instantly.

—Renata, I’m sorry, but I can’t take it anymore —he said softly.

—Really? Honestly, neither can I. This cock you’ve got here is driving me crazy —I answered, pointing at it with one finger and tracing the bulge from top to bottom—. I’ve been soaking my cunt for a while now because of you.

—Do you want to touch it? —He himself was moving it over the pants, bringing it closer.

—Of course I do. I want to touch it, suck it, all of it. But let’s put on a game so it makes noise and nobody suspects.

I got up to put on the first one I grabbed. Andrés caught my hand, made me turn, and gave me a long kiss on the mouth. His tongue came in hard and tangled with mine, hungry, biting my lips between kisses. My hands fell on his thighs, very close to him. That did it for him: he started running them over my shoulders, lowered the straps of my dress, and one of his hands slipped under the fabric until it found a breast. He yanked the cup of the bra aside, seized my tit, and started pinching my nipple, twisting it between his fingers. A moan escaped into his mouth. The other hand slipped between my legs and found my thong drenched.

—You’re soaking, fuck —he muttered against my neck, pushing the fabric aside with two fingers and sinking them straight into my cunt.

I cried out softly. He drove his fingers deep inside me and started moving them, searching for that spot that made me tremble. The wet sound of my cunt splashing around his fingers filled the room, and I had to bite my lip not to let out a scream. He was kissing my neck, sucking my nipples, fingering me, all at the same time, and I could barely stay on my feet.

I couldn’t take it anymore. With my free hand I grabbed his erection over the fabric and started stroking him up and down, squeezing it, feeling it throb under my fingers. That wasn’t enough for him: he pulled the front elastic of his pants down, leaving himself barely covered by his underwear, and brought his hands up toward my dress to caress my legs.

I went back for him, now even hotter and harder. I found the opening of his boxer briefs and, little by little, widened it until I could slip my whole hand in and pull him out. It was the first time I’d held a cock like that, throbbing in my palm, hot, hard as if it were about to burst. Long, thick, with veins standing out all along the shaft and the head purple, swollen, pointing at the ceiling. At the tip there was a transparent drop, elastic, slippery, which stretched when I let go for an instant and left a strand between it and my fingers. I ran it over the whole head, wetting it, and started stroking him slowly, squeezing hard on the way down and loosening on the way up. With each movement more pre-cum came out, and I used it as lube to slide my hand along the shaft.

—Fuck, yes, like that, Renata, like that —he panted, eyes half closed.

Andrés pulled on the bra straps and my tits fell out. He went straight to my nipples with his mouth and made me wriggle; he sucked them hard, bit them carefully, tugged them with his teeth until a muffled moan escaped me. My knees weakened and I ended up kneeling in front of him again. Still not letting go of his cock. He understood it his own way: he pulled down all his clothes, sat on the edge, and gathered my hair into a ponytail with both hands, looking at me like someone waiting for me to start.

He was huge in front of my face. Up close it was even more impressive: thick, long, with heavy balls hanging beneath, tight, loaded. The truth was I wanted it too. I brought my face close until I almost brushed it, rested it against my cheek, and felt the heat of his skin throbbing against mine. I ran my nose along the shaft, smelling that man smell, and lifted my eyes.

—And now? How does my face look? —I asked with a naughty smile, rubbing it over my cheek and lips.

—Beautiful… but it would look much better if you put it in your mouth.

I stuck out my tongue and ran the tip over it, tasting that salty, slightly bitter flavor. I licked the head in circles, playing with the frenulum, and went down the whole shaft in one long lick until I reached the balls. I kissed them one by one, took one into my mouth, and sucked it slowly, hearing him moan above me. I moved back up with my tongue, was about to part my lips when, from downstairs, Carla’s voice rang out:

—Andrés! Everything okay up there?

We both jumped and fixed our clothes in a second.

—Yes, everything’s fine! —he answered, his voice trembling.

—If you want water, come downstairs for it!

We stayed silent for a moment, scared, and then laughter took over.

—What bad luck. They interrupted us at the best part —Andrés said.

—And that even though you wouldn’t let me put on the game for noise —I answered.

He stood up to adjust himself, but the erection was still lifting the fabric of his pants, pointing upward like a tent. I stepped closer, grabbed it over the clothes, and spoke into his ear.

—I’m still wanting more too. I’m going down for the water, and when I come back I want you to use my mouth as many times as you want. All the times. Fill it with cum if you feel like it. So wait for me, because you can’t go downstairs like this.

I practically ran downstairs for the glasses and came back up the same way, my cunt leaking down my thighs. Andrés was still sitting in the same place, just as aroused. I handed him his water.

—Now we can put on a game and leave the controller close by just in case. Let me go to the bathroom for a second.

I went in, took off my bra, pulled down my soaked thong, and left it balled up in the hamper. I ran a towel between my legs to dry the worst of it and put on another dry thong, this time black. I came back. I closed the door without locking it, picked up a game, and leaned in front of him, this time with no pretending, lifting my dress to the waist and looking at him over my shoulder as I changed it. I showed him my whole ass, with the black thong disappearing between my cheeks and my cunt peeking out underneath.

When I turned around, he had everything out, his cock in his hand, stroking it softly, leaning on his elbows, legs stretched out and open. That made it look even bigger, already shiny with saliva and pre-cum.

—My God. Are you going to put that whole cock in my mouth? —I asked, moving closer on my knees.

—You said I could use your mouth as many times as I wanted. Remember? And I want to use it now.

—All right, use it. It’s all yours. And don’t hold back —I told him—. Put it all the way in. Fuck my mouth like it’s a cunt.

I knelt and pulled the straps of my dress down to my waist myself, leaving my tits bare, my nipples hard as stones. He straightened up to caress them while I took him in my hand. He pinched my nipples between two fingers, pulling them upward, and drew a moan out of me. He gathered my hair back into a ponytail again, this time with both hands, guiding my head toward him.

—Come on, Renata, open that mouth.

—Okay, but put the game on so it makes noise. I don’t want interruptions this time.

He let go of my hair to take the controller, and I started licking every part of him, slowly. I ran my tongue along the whole shaft, up and down, side to side, wetting it all over. I sucked the head, took only half of it into my mouth, and pulled it out with an audible pop. I spat on it and used the spit to jerk him while I licked his balls. They were tight, scorching hot. I took them into my mouth one at a time, sucking them eagerly, while my hand kept moving on his cock.

When he started the game, his hands returned to my head and he took control of the rhythm. I opened my mouth wide and he began feeding it in, millimeter by millimeter, until the tip touched my palate. He kept pushing and I felt it slipping into my throat. I choked a little, my eyes filled with tears, but I didn’t pull away. He wasn’t rushing either: he’d let me pull it almost all the way out and then thrust again until his forehead brushed his belly and his balls hit my chin. My mouth built up saliva and made a wetter and wetter sound, a glup glup of slurping, and he didn’t miss a single detail. Saliva ran down my chin and onto my tits, and he used his free hand to smear it over my nipples.

At one point he stopped, with me deep on him, and pulled out gently by the hair. A long strand of spit connected my mouth to the tip of his cock.

—Is that how you wanted it? Do you like having it all the way down your throat? —he asked, giving me soft little slaps on the cheek with his wet cock.

—Your cock is delicious. I didn’t think all of it would fit —I answered, not letting go, panting—. Good thing there’s still time left this afternoon. I want you to put it in my cunt too. I want you to fuck me.

—There’s just one problem: I stopped because I was about to finish, and I don’t want this to end.

—Come on, don’t worry. If you finish, my mouth is ready for you to keep using it. Empty it completely. And then you fuck me.

He put it back in, now standing, moving his hips slowly, in and out. With my head still, I looked him in the eyes, and that seemed to turn him on completely. He started moving faster, playing with my mouth, plunging all the way in with a single thrust and pulling out again. I stuck my tongue out underneath each time he pushed in, to lick his balls at the same time. Each thrust made me gasp for air, moan with my mouth full, choke a little. He buried himself in my throat and stayed there for one or two seconds, blocking my breathing, before pulling out and letting me breathe all at once.

Meanwhile, I had slipped one hand under my dress and was rubbing my clit over the black thong. My cunt was dripping, soaking my fingers. I was so turned on from having him all the way down my throat that I started trembling all over, feeling the orgasm coming. I dug the nails of my other arm into his thigh and came right there, with his cock filling my mouth, moaning muffled against his skin, shaking from head to toe. He felt it and sped up even more.

After a few minutes he lifted his face toward the ceiling and his movements became stronger, more out of control. He was fucking my throat brutally, plunging in hard to the base, pulling out and pushing back in without giving me a break.

—I’m coming, Renata, I’m coming —he panted.

Suddenly he stopped, leaned back, pulled out, and gripped himself with his hand right at the entrance to my mouth, which I kept open with my tongue out. The first spurts came out hard and covered almost my whole face: one warm lash swept from my forehead to my chin, another landed on my closed eye, a third filled my tongue and ran down my throat. The next ones spilled inside my mouth, thick, hot, with that salty taste that made me swallow hard. The last ones dribbled over my lips, my chin, and slid over my tits, leaving two white streaks between my nipples. I ended up soaked, mouth full, dripping over my breasts and a little onto the dress.

When nothing more came out, he could barely stay on his feet. I swallowed slowly what I had in my mouth, savoring it, and then collected the rest with a finger, spreading it across my face, sucking it off in front of him without looking away. I licked the tip of his cock too, cleaning off the last drops, and took it once more all the way to the back to squeeze out whatever he still had left inside.

—Sorry, I splashed you everywhere —he said, collapsing onto the mattress, exhausted.

—It’s okay. Today you can do whatever you want with me. Anything. And you still owe me fucking my cunt before the afternoon is over.

The afternoon didn’t end there, but that’s another part of the story. I’m sorry to be so detailed; it’s just how I remember it, and if I enjoyed it that much, I want you, reading it, to feel it too.