Charlotte's Niece
by Pamela
Chapter 3
As we left the restaurant, Charlotte announced that we would take a cab uptown the mile or so to her apartment. Almost as soon as she signaled for one, a cab pulled over in front of us. When the driver saw that there would be five passengers, he warned, "its going to be a tight fit."
"Don't fret," Charlotte said, "we can manage. Now Lillian, you sit up front. Lei, sit on the far side, Ethel next to her and Greg will squeeze in between Ethel and me."
We ran to follow her instructions. Lei and Ethel slid in to their spots, and then I got in wondering how in the world both Charlotte and I could fit in the remaining space. She told me to lean forward and over towards Ethel while she got in and closed the door. I was left crouching in the back with my head practically in the rearview mirror. "OK, you can sit," Charlotte said and I sank down onto a tiny bit of the seat that she and Ethel managed to free up by putting their legs to either side. There was very little room for my legs and I ended up twisting my body side-wise facing Charlotte with my legs tucked under Ethel's legs. To keep my balance I held onto the drivers seat, but the cabbie didn't like that and told me to lean back. I ended up sliding practically off the seat with my head buried into Charlotte's right arm. In front of my eyes was the massive bulge of her breasts. From where my head lay, I could see a corner of her bra top with her breast inside. The scent of her perfume filled my nostrils.
Charlotte kept up a steady stream of conversation with the cabbie, giving him directions to her apartment building. She put her arm on my shoulder to steady me as the taxi took off. I was in a precarious position on the edge of the seat and it seemed that if the taxi took a turn too fast I'd slip onto the floor. My arms had no real place to be. My right arm managed to find a handle on the door next to Charlotte to hold onto. I couldn't see where my left arm was but during a sharp turn of the cab my left hand accidentally grabbed Ethel's leg.
"My pantyhose!" she cried.
I let go immediately, and my mom turned around and said, "how's everything back there! A tight squeeze?"
"Just great," I mumbled sarcastically. My left rib was hurting from the seat edge that was digging into it. I wondered why Lei hadn't been chosen to sit between Charlotte and Ethel.
I tried to rise up to find another position but Charlotte's arm increased its pressure forcing me to stay where I was. "Stop wriggling," she said, "its just another few blocks." I was acutely uncomfortable with my body twisted in an awkward position and I could feel my left leg falling asleep. Charlotte had me pinned securely and I couldn't move my leg. I wiggled my toes a little until Charlotte said, "keep still."
As we rode along, the bouncing and turning of the cab caused my face to slide around on Charlotte's arm next to her breast. I tried to stretch out a bit into a more comfortable position. My hips pushed out towards Ethel forcing her legs to move over more and my head rose up until I could look down at Charlotte's breasts. It must have been uncomfortable for her, since she sat up a bit straighter giving me more room, but as she did so my head fell onto the front of her breast. Finally, using both hands she grabbed my head and directed it back toward the side of her breast. Her left hand went over my face and I could see her perfectly manicured nails with bright red shiny fingernail polish. Looking beyond her fingers I could see through a gap which had formed in the front of her blouse just below her breasts. She was wearing a slip and inside it was her bra. Her breast appeared as a dark shadow pushing out the lacy bra with the thin gauzy material of the slip over it. I noticed that the slip had a seam just below the breasts and puffed out to make room for them. She must have sprayed perfume directly on her slip since the odor was overpowering and I wondered if I might faint from lack of oxygen.
I had never thought much about slips before, but seeing Charlotte's up close made me wonder what it would be like to wear one over one's bra. Maybe the next time my mom left her bra in the hamper, she might also leave a slip. In fact, I remembered once finding her bra wrapped up in something silky and white which I had thought must be her blouse. It had seemed too risky to take the bra out from it to try on, since I doubted I could get it back the same way she had rolled it up, so I had left it alone. I wondered if in fact it had been a slip. Maybe it'll happen again, I thought. Especially, I'll put on the bra first and then try the slip over it. The thought stayed in my mind and helped me forget about the pain in my side and legs.
Charlotte was making a comment about a restaurant we were passing when I felt her fingers on my lips. Perhaps she was just touching them absentmindedly, I don't know, but with her forefinger and middle finger she gently ran them along my lips. It was sort of like she was playing with them. At first I was surprised, but then I decided to be devilish and when her fingers were on one side of my mouth, I shot out my tongue and licked the other part of my lips. I laughed inside with the surprise she would surely feel, but when her fingers came back and over the wet part of my lips she didn't react at all.
I then surreptitiously licked the other side of my mouth, but the same thing happened. She didn't seem to mind the wetness or else she wasn't aware of it. I chalked it up to her being absentminded. I wet my lip again and this time my tongue hit her finger and I withdrew it as fast as I could. Surely she would be angered, but if so, still nothing happened.
I got bolder and kept my tongue out on my lip. Her fingers just ran over it playfully and then her forefinger slightly entered my mouth. It was just a bit, and she withdrew it immediately and kept on playing with my lips. Then whenever she encountered my tongue she put her finger in my mouth. It developed into a game and I got absorbed in it for a few minutes. While we played this way Charlotte kept up her conversation. My preoccupation with Charlotte's fingers kept my mind off my leg which was now totally numb. She had given up trying to stop my head from pushing into her breast and I felt its heavy, soft warmth pressed into the side of my face. I tried to make a mental snapshot of the view inside her blouse so I would never forget what it looked like. We were only a block or two from her apartment and were stopped at a red light.
We had just had another little encounter between my tongue and her finger. Suddenly, she took her thumb and put it solidly into my mouth. My tongue surrounded it feeling the smooth polish and sharp edge of her long thumbnail. I was shocked, and when she didn't remove it, I found myself sucking hard on the preferred finger. As I did so, the rest of her fingers curled up over my nose and on my cheeks just below my eyes. Her hand gave a warmth to one side of my face which matched the warmth of her breast on the other side. A couple of minutes later when the taxi arrived at Charlotte's building, she suddenly removed her finger from my mouth and opened the taxi door. She stepped out leaving me to fall head first into the seat. Collecting my leg out from under Ethel's legs I climbed out of the cab and had to stamp down on my leg to start the blood flow again. I looked up at Charlotte, she was busy paying the cab driver. Later, going up the elevator, she never once looked at me and acted as if nothing had transpired between us.
Charlotte's apartment was magnificent. Exquisite furnishings, high ceilings, a huge wrap around terrace with floor to ceiling windows. It was bright and airy. The living room was huge and there was a separate alcove containing a formal dining room. A large, long table with seats for 12 was in it. Both Lei and I had never been there before and we oohed and aahed while Charlotte downplayed the grandeur of the place. The only nice thing she said was, "as you can see, there is more than enough room for both of you kids. I've got three bedrooms, two of them have private baths and there is the main bathroom, as well."
She had us sit on a long white leather sofa which curved around against the wall. I sat on the end away from the others in front of a stainless steel, glass and mahogany coffee table. A wonderful oriental rug was on the floor in front of us. My mom and Ethel acted like they were completely at home here. I guess my mom had been here quite a bit over the last few months. Charlotte went to the kitchen, which was off to the side of the living room next to the dining alcove. She came back in a few moments with a tray containing 5 glasses and a pitcher of iced tea and then went back into the kitchen and out again with a second tray containing cut squares of coffee cake on a serving dish and a stack of plates, forks and napkins.
While we ate dessert and sipped iced tea, Charlotte, my mom and Ethel fell into a conversation about a new clothing designer and my mind drifted off taking in the details of the room. On the table in front of me was a pile of magazines. The top one had the name "Modern Lingerie" across the top. It was oversized and glossy and a sexy dark haired model was on the cover wearing an old fashioned long line girdle and a matching bra with visible seams. It was not the kind of bra I was familiar with. I assumed it was the way bras looked when women were wearing girdles. The pose was highly seductive: she was bent down and to the side and preoccupied with hooking her stocking on an attached garter. Her gorgeous rear end, covered in the lace-edged girdle was fully visible as well as the cups of her bra viewed from the side. Next to her was a headline, "Girdles! On their way back!"
"Modern Lingerie" was partially covering another magazine which looked like a "Cosmopolitan" or "Glamour," I couldn't make out exactly which it was. I could see a voluptuous blonde from the neck down wearing a light violet bra with a printed floral design. She was leaning forward, with her back arched backwards, in a mostly profile shot. The effect was to give tremendous prominence to her breasts. They seemed like a mountain range coming out of the bare plain of her torso. Next to her in small print was written "Man killer bras. Twenty bras that dominate!"
I glanced over at Charlotte who continued to drone on discussing the fashion scene. Lei had joined in and was excitedly making a point about something or other. I was near the end of the sofa, away from the others. I couldn't keep my eyes away from the woman's girdled rear end and the soft violet bra of the blonde.
I wondered what the other "man killer" bras looked like. I was sorely tempted to reach over and nonchalantly pick up the magazine. The ladies probably wouldn't notice or care, except that I could imagine Charlotte would make a big deal about it in some way I couldn't foresee. I was stymied; I didn't know what to do, when to my relief, Charlotte got up to fetch a dress that the women had been discussing. As soon as her back was turned, while she headed to her bedroom, I leaned forward, slid the lower magazine out from underneath the Modern Lingerie and put it in my lap. It was indeed Cosmo. I crossed my legs and arranged the magazine so it would be less visible and quietly opened it to a point in the middle. There was an ad for lipstick. I turned over a few pages looking for the "killer bras" when I came to an advice column. My eyes landed upon the third question down. I read,
Dear Dr. Mary:
My husband and I have a 16 year old son, our only child. Recently, while my husband was away on a trip, I noticed that the lingerie in my dresser drawer had been disturbed, in fact, I noticed that one of my half slips had been worn and also I think an older bra I keep on the bottom of my bra pile. I don't know if I am more disturbed by the fact that my son mussed up my slip, or that he is interested in my lingerie. What should I do? Do I need to talk to him about it? Should I lock my dresser drawer? If his dad found out about it I'm sure he would kill him!
Signed:
Worried Houston, Texas.
Dear Worried:
If your son's interest in your lingerie is just a passing phase, a natural curiosity in a young man, then there is little you need do, it will probably be short lived. On the other hand it may very well be the start of a life long interest, in which case you will need, some time soon, to make it clear to him that your husband's and yours bedroom is private and not for his snooping around. Its doubtful that a therapist could ever cure him of his desire to wear lingerie, though it could help him to see why he has the desire. For example, it could be that subconsciously your son wants to follow your route to your husband's love: be pretty and feminine instead of a competent athlete or have other strictly male interests that your husband would admire. You could talk to your husband about better expressing his love for his son, this would have a beneficial effect regardless of anything else. You might also consider putting some of your old bras, panties and slips in a "rag" drawer that your son could discover, say in the garage. That could help him explore his feelings without overstepping the boundaries of your bedroom. If all else fails, have a heart to heart talk with him, without shaming him, and share your love and concern.
Signed:
Dr. Mary.
I closed the magazine and put it back where I had found it, forgetting about the killer bras. I would never touch a bra again so long as I lived, I vowed, anything so that I wouldn't have to have my mom sit down with me to discuss leaving her underwear alone! At least I had never even thought about looking in her drawers. Tomorrow, Lei and she had plans to go out and I would be left alone in the house. I definitely would not take a look. Was I secretly jealous of my mom and Lei in getting my dad's love? It seemed ridiculous; I know I love him and miss him, though he was a lot stronger at my age than I am, and I don't think I'd ever be as good an athlete as he was.
Looking again at the magazines, the woman in her girdle kept confronting me. There was something about having her rear end sticking out and scrunched up in the girdle which mesmerized me. I hoped girdles would make a come back. There were many times on long drives I'd sit in between my mom and dad on the front seat and when I got tired, especially at night, I'd put my head in my mom's lap. She'd be wearing a soft dress and she'd gently stoke my forehead. Did my face feel her girdle underneath? Was she wearing a girdle? Did she have any in her drawer?
My balls ached terribly and I was worried. The last time this had happened I had masturbated and then the pain had gone away. It would be hours until I got home. Riding the subway would be difficult. I couldn't wait to go home and get in the bathroom. I'll never make it, I thought, and then it occurred to me that I could use Charlotte's bathroom. It would only take a minute.
Charlotte had come back with a dress on a hanger. There was a jacket, which she removed and then I saw that it wasn't a dress, but a skirt and jacket combination. Charlotte was telling them about its elegant line and it being fully lined. I couldn't figure out what that meant.
I interrupted Charlotte to ask her where the bathroom was.
"Second left down the hallway, and when you're done you can try on the panties. They're in the bag," she said indicating a bag lying on the sofa. Embarrassed, I picked it up and took it with me to the bathroom.
With relief I concluded that Charlotte wasn't expecting me to model the panties in front of everyone. She would just ask me which size fit better, and I'd say the sevens did, so then I wouldn't have to get the blue ones. I went in the bathroom and shut the door. It was large with marble tiling and an oversized tub and wall to wall mirror. I couldn't decide whether to masturbate first and then try on the panties or try on the panties first.
I pulled out one of the white panties from its package, and took off my jeans and underpants and was about to put it on, when I changed my mind and picked up one of the blue ones. They were prettier than the white ones. I put it on and looked in the mirror. My shirt was obscuring the view of the panties, so I took it off, and then my socks as well. The panty seemed to fit very well, at least as well as I could tell not having any experience. I would have to hurry up if I wasn't to arouse suspicion, so I wrested my penis out from the panty, turned on the faucet and got my hand wet with some soap and water. I started stroking myself, making sure not to get water on the panty.
My penis was slow to respond and hurt even at the same time as it felt good. I liked the image of the blue panties in the mirror. Looking at it made me stiffer and the job easier. I wished I had a bra on as well. Looking around I saw there was no hamper. I peeked in the cabinet under the sink in the hope of finding a rag or something that might have been Charlotte's clothes, but there wasn't anything. What am I doing? I thought, I must be insane. I was getting close to coming, when I felt the vibrations of someone walking towards the bathroom. Then there was a loud knock and Charlotte's voice, "how are you doing? Let me see the fit."
I heard her grab the door handle and begin to open it. She got it open a lot more than a crack before I pounced on it screaming "I'm not yet done!" It was possible she had seen what I was doing, I couldn't tell. I stood there with my hand on the knob, pushing with all my might. Charlotte made no sound and I became increasingly frightened.
Finally I heard, "I'm sorry, Greg. Give me a holler when you're ready."
"OK," I yelled with some relief. I couldn't believe she'd have the nerve to open the bathroom door without knocking.
In the meantime my erection had collapsed and I was too scared to resume where I had left off. It would take too long. In the confusion I had tucked my penis into the panty and there was now a large wet spot in the front. I couldn't go out in front of everyone with the spot. In a hurry I took them off and put on the white pair.
I flushed the toilet, waited a moment and then called out to Charlotte. There was no response and I realized she probably couldn't hear me while she was in the living room. I should have told her I didn't need help in deciding between the panties. It was too late now, so I opened the door a crack and called out her name.
"Come out here and lets take a look," I heard her call.
"Come here," I said, aghast at the idea of walking out in just panties.
"Don't be ridiculous," Charlotte said, "we've all seen panties before."
"Mom?" I queried.
"It's OK honey."
"But Lei is there!"
I heard my mom ask Lei to clear the plates and go to the kitchen until I was done. "Lei's in the kitchen," my mom said.
I gingerly stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but the white panties. I had tucked my shrunken little penis back between my legs to reduce the bulge. Walking on tip toes I came into the living room where Charlotte, Ethel and my mom were seated.
"Come over here," Charlotte ordered, and stood up. Charlotte had me turn around so she could inspect the fit. She pulled up the front of the panties higher on my waist and grabbed the fabric a bit on my rear end. She said, "these are pretty good fit, but a wee bit too large. I had the feeling the 7's would be too big. What do you think Lillian?"
"They seem to fit fine. Are they comfortable, Greg?"
"Yes, mom."
"Lets see Greg in the blue panties," Ethel interjected.
"Good idea," Charlotte said.
I could see Lei coming out of the kitchen, so I scampered quickly back to the bathroom. I took off the white panties and took out a clean pair of the blue panties from its package. I put them on. They were considerably more snug than the white panties, but not particularly more tight fitting than my usual jockey shorts. They were much more feminine than the white ones and when I left the bathroom to go back to the living room I felt like I was pretending to be a girl. Surely my mom was going to freak out. Stopping at the edge of the living room I saw that Lei had rejoined the ladies.
"Lei is there," I said again, hidden in the passageway.
"Enough of that!, Charlotte said commandingly, "we're adults here. Lei will not be rude, will she?"
"Of course not Charlotte," Lei said.
I wasn't completely convinced since I could swear I heard a faint giggle in her voice.
"Come here, let us see," Charlotte said with finality.
Reluctantly, I left the safety of the passageway and walked into the living room.
My mom let out a small laugh, "Oh they're too pretty! The fits great but we'll have to get them in white!"
"You're right, Lillian," Charlotte said, "a bit too much in the feminine department for a young man!"
Lei was having a hard time controlling her giggling and finally she let out a loud laugh and said, "cute girl!"
"Mom!" I cried.
"Stop it this instant Lei!"
"Its so funny, Greg in pretty panties like that!"
I turned to run back to the bathroom but Charlotte caught my hand. "Not so fast, let me have a look."
She made some minor adjustments to the panties, pulling them up a little, and even stuck her finger under the elastic on my upper thigh to see how tight they were.
"Plenty of room and plenty of support. I think the sixes in white will be perfect. I'll exchange these this week, and I might as well take back the sevens and exchange them as well."
She let go of my hand and I quickly ran back to the bathroom. Charlotte followed me there and entered it to gather up the panties. In the mirror I saw how much thinner I was than Charlotte and also a few inches shorter. My skin was pinkish white and blemish free. Even though I had been working hard on my biceps, and could now do a few chin-ups, my arms seemed thin and undeveloped. Her breasts seemed to be magnified in the mirror and I was reminded of how my face had been pressed into them during the cab ride. Even in the harsh lights of the bathroom, Charlotte's face had a soft attractive quality. Her skin was just barely showing her age, which was close to that of my mom. Her hair was a rich golden yellow and spread out across her shoulders.
Alone with her, I said, "that was weird in the cab ride."
"Quite a tight fit, but we all made it in one piece."
That wasn't quite the answer I was expecting so I said, taking a plunge, "I mean my mouth."
"What about your mouth? "
"You know your finger, I mean your thumb?"
"Greg," stopping to look directly at me, "whatever are you referring to?"
Charlotte was smiling curiously and waiting for a response.
"Oh nothing," I said.
"I hope you aren't still upset about the panties, are you?"
"I can't help but think its kind of weird if I wear girls panties. They do feel comfortable like you said, but they're different than boys."
"They're supposed to be. You see if boys underwear had elasticized legs, like the girls, then there would have been no reason to try on panties. In fact, its kind of crazy because girls don't really need the elasticized legs, while boys do. I think girls should wear boys underwear and vice versa!"
I wanted to ask her if she wore boys underwear, but I had nowhere enough nerve to say it.
"The only thing is that, most girls like to feel pretty, just like how boys like to feel strong. Pretty underwear helps make girls feel prettier, even if they are not usually visible."
The logical conclusion of Charlotte's remark danced in my mind.
I did feel sort of pretty wearing the blue panties.
Charlotte focused her attention on gathering the panties. She then noticed the wet panties. "How'd you manage to get this pair of blue panties wet?"
"It was an accident, they fell in the sink," I lied.
"Now we can't return them! You'll have to keep them, or better yet we'll give them to Lei. She's a size 6 also. Now take off the one you're wearing; I'll wait outside. Hand it to me."
She stepped outside and closed the door part way. I took off the panties and handed it to her, then closed the door to get dressed. More than ever I needed to relieve myself. The panties were all gone and I felt crestfallen. There was nothing in the bathroom to put on. I closed my eyes, soaped up my hand and this time I resuscitated the image inside Charlotte's blouse while I gently stroked my member. The way her breasts had started up out of chest, causing her white bra to fill out, like a racing yacht in a gale force wind. I was just reflecting on the unspeakable beauty of her white lacy slip sliding across the bra fabric, when I came, emitting a silent scream.
When I got back to the living room, my mom was trying to stifle Lei's objection to the blue panties.
"Your brother only wore them for a few minutes!"
"But like Charlotte said, he got them wet. With what nasty liquid!"
"It was just in the sink!" I yelled.
"All right, all right," Charlotte said. "You two kids better not fight when you stay here! Lei, we'll put the blue panties in the laundry and they'll be as good as new for you. OK?"
Subdued, Lei said, "OK, Charlotte."
"Good," my mom said, "its time we left for home!"
We gathered our stuff and were about to leave, when Charlotte said, "Lillian, I almost forgot," and she walked over to the coffee table and reached for the Cosmo I had been reading earlier. "Here, take this issue of Cosmo. A propos of our earlier conversation, there's some good advice in there.
Ashen faced, I followed my mom and Lei to the elevator and out into the street.
We walked toward the subway, and as we were descending down the steps to the station, coming up out of it were two very pretty girls. We looked at each other and then realized simultaneously that we knew each other: it was Audrey and Linda.
"Mr. Mudd! What are you doing here?"
"Charlotte lives in that building," I said pointing up the street.
"What a coincidence! That's were I live, on the tenth floor!," Linda said.
"I guess its a small world," I added.
I could see my mom and Lei getting impatient, and on impulse, I blurted out that I'd be staying there for the summer. Linda told me to look her up after I moved in: apartment 10T. I promised that I would.
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