Also this is the first story I've written so apologies if you don't enjoy it.
When I was 16 I went on a school exchange trip to France where you stay at another family's house. My exchange partner had a 20 year old sister, Margaux, who was super hot - worthy, no doubt, of being a model. She walked around in her thick cotton dressing gown a lot, and the combination of its softness and her smooth skin really turned me on. I assumed - since she was wearing this 'round the house with her parents and brother around - that she had underwear on. She seemed like a sensible enough girl, from what I had seen during my stay so far, and that she was wearing a dressing gown to keep warm, not for any more exotic reasons.
One evening the parents and brother were watching TV downstairs, and Margaux was in her room. Being the horny, young ignorant dickhead that I was, I walked into her room with a mission. A mission to have my first kiss. You see, I had never had a girlfriend so I had never even kissed a girl before. I was quite nervous around girls and I could not talk to them to save my life. But I knew that in two days after this I'd never see her again, nor any of her family, so I really didn't care if what I dared to do, screwed up (which I was sure it would).
I politely knocked on the door to say good night. This would have been the fourth or fifth night there, and it was customary in France to give every person a kiss on each cheek when saying hello and goodbye. As you may be able to imagine, being kissed (even though it was just on the cheek) every day, by a hot girl, felt amazing for a young teenager like me, who had never had this before.
I said my bonne nuit and went up to her, to kiss her on her cheeks, just like her mother and brother had already done that evening, and like her father no doubt would later.
But unlike them, when I finished, I didn't move away. I placed my hands softly on her cheeks, pushing back her dark hair, and put my mouth to hers.
Margaux instantly grabbed me and pulled me off her. I was thinking, "Shít!" and she sat back down on her chair. To my greatest disbelief, she undid the soft, cotton belt of her pink dressing gown. She slowly started to unwrap the gown from herself, revealing her beautiful, curvaceous - and, I realised, naked - body. Naked? My original thoughts of her wearing the gown for warmth had rapidly shot out of my mind. You don't wear a thick gown without panties and a bra unless you are looking for something other than warmth, do you? ...Do you? Perhaps my mind was interpreting what my eyes were viewing wrongly, and what had in fact been her staring in anger of my hormonal outburst was being processed wrongly, to my young brain?
I decided this was not the case.
Her smooth legs, I noticed, were slowly moving away from each other. Ah, yes. I was definitely not mistaken.
Taking her time, she ran her soft hands smoothly down her nightie-covered gorgeous, beautiful body. They ran over her perky breasts - which were of the size I'd always dreamt of—not too big as to look weird, but perfectly in proportion to her slim body - and as they moved down her chest and belly button, I gave in.
I couldn't take the teasing any more.
My head swooped down like an eagle and my hands leapt forward to hold her tightly.