Part 1: Her 18th Birthday - Sex Stories

Part 1: Her 18th Birthday

... see enough of me. I see enough of him. As far as I'm concerned, I didn't overdo it. I'm wearing a simple apron and wooden slippers. And he..., I have to swallow my saliva several times, and that's not because of the delicious smell of Mom's goulash.

It's nice that there's something to see, because we don't talk. He nipped my timid attempts to start a conversation in the bud with his terse answers. "... yes... no.. aha.. really.." is all I get to hear. We had our last little "romantic" meeting when I was 14. I confessed to him at the time that I liked him, and he threatened to move out if I ever spoke to him like that again. Apparently, there was once an incident on another farm. Since then, I have only looked at him from a distance. So I'll give him time to get used to me. But time is running out. Tomorrow, he'll be mine.

The alarm clock rings, it's six o'clock. I slept like a rock. I already went to bed with the chickens, the hard stable work yesterday had totally exhausted me. Another reason for my restful sleep was perhaps that I jerked off properly before falling asleep at the thought of our lunch together.

What evil am I, I sit the guy not a meter away from me half-naked at our table. Twice my napkin 'fell off'. Of course, I had to bend down to pick it up. And then, of course, I had to see his magnificent thighs and his muscular calves. And also his feet, which are very pretty for a man. But I couldn't see anything clearly of his penis. That's why the napkin ...

... fell down again, now I just concentrated on it, but still didn't recognize anything. Well, that will look very different today.

Mom called in the evening, they have everything under control at Aunt Gertrud's, but there is still a lot to do. Dad toils away in the field, Mom takes care of the cattle and pickles the pickles, they had to be harvested, otherwise they would have grown too big. We are supposed to do the same on our farm today. Knut is supposed to take off the cucumbers and wash them, I am supposed to prepare the jars and the brine. Do I remember from last time how it all works with the cucumbers? Yes, of course, it's not rocket science. But of course, my bad thoughts revolved around a very specific cucumber. And it certainly won't make it into the glass, giggle!

Ok, so today is the crucial day! I get up at six because I need time to prepare for his seduction. Everything has to be perfect. This 190 centimeter tall shrinking violet will unfold its full potential today, and I already know where.

I sit down at the window, Mom's make-up mirror in front of me, and also my new make-up set. Also in front of me is the make-up tip from my magazine, which I have chosen. It's supposed to be a really summery look, with cheerful and sunny colors, really to bite into.

After about ten minutes of make-up, I notice that something is wrong. I always compare my reflection in the mirror with the picture of the beautiful girl in the magazine.She even looks like me, blond pageboy ...