The Beginning (Classic)

(Written by UMan)

Emily sighed as she looked at her family’s photo book. It contained her mother’s side of the family reaching back a number of generations. She saw her grandma, her mother as a little kid, her great-grand parents, her older sister, a lot of people to say the least. But she was not sighing from the over-abundance of people in her family, she was sighing because of the stories related to her family.

Her great-grandpa died from laughing too hard one day. Her mom used to get the hiccups every time she woke up from sleeping. Her cousins somehow managed to become dyslectic, blind and then regain perfect vision in a single week. The point was that her family had an interesting tradition, but not a voluntary one. Emily’s family had a history of unfortunate occurrences, a unique one for each one of her family members. But at least she never had any troubles, and she was already 18! Her father used to joke saying that she took after him more.

She closed the book and put it back on the table. She then got to her feet and began walking towards the kitchen. The cool air of the house tickled her as she walked, since she was only wearing loosely tied short shorts and tight shirt. The shorts were only just long enough to cover her apple bottom butt and her shirt was light enough to allow her tits to poke out from underneath.

She was home alone, she it wasn’t like she could be told not to dress like that. Sometimes she felt a little frisky, but it wasn’t like she was broadcasting herself to her entire school. She would never do anything like that!

She went into the kitchen and took a bowl of cereal and poured milk into it. Emily was about to start eating, but that was when she realized that the mail and newspaper weren’t on the table. She turned around and looked around the kitchen. Neither the mail nor the newspaper was to be seen.

She left the kitchen and went to the front entry. Looking out the window in the door, she continued her search. The newspaper was not on the front patio, nor on the walkway, but way at the end of the driveway she could see it lying there. She opened up the door and quickly began walking towards the newspaper, all the time wondering “Why didn’t anyone bring this inside?”

After a dozen seconds of walking she finally got to the newspaper and picked it up. She briefly glanced at the cover before walking to the mail box nearby. Opening it up, Emily grabbed the envelopes inside and pulled them out. However, a gust of wind suddenly chilled her skin and blew up her shorts. The air tickled her again, but much more powerfully and this time, it sent a sensation of pleasure rippling through her body from her vagina.

Temporarily forgetting where she was and what she was doing, she slid her hand into her shorts and began rubbing. She stood there for a number of minutes, generating waves of pleasures that made sweat begin to drip from her body. The more pleasure she felt, the deeper she went and the faster she went. Finally, after she felt the beginning of an orgasm, she sank her fingers as far as they would go. However, she pulled her fingers out forcefully when she felt the climax coming.

Her feminine juices shot out of her pussy and instantly created a wet spot at her crotch. But it didn’t stop there, her leaking turned into a gush as her orgasm peaked. Finally, after a full minute of peeing, the flow stopped. That was when she realized where she was, standing in the middle of her driveway with wet shorts after just having masterbated for the last few minutes. Blushing, she looked around to make sure she wasn’t being observed. However, when she turned to look, she saw a group of young men inside a car staring at her with blank stares.

She felt her face turn cherry red and just wanting to get back inside, she turned back quickly. Emily was about to run inside, but she remembered that she still needed to grab the mail. The newspaper never left her left hand, but the mail was still sitting on the ground where the wind had blown it. She bent down to pick up the mail, but she overlooked one detail. When she yanked her hand out of her shorts, she accidentally undid the ties of her shorts and made them even more loose than the were before.

She barely got her fingers around the mail when her shorts dropped to the ground around her ankles. She froze and stared at her naked pussy which was staring her in the face. She then looked through her legs and saw the young men still watching her, now with mouths agape as her firm ass was utterly exposed to them. She dropped the mail and newspaper and pulled her shorts back up. Her face now felt like it was on fire that she was so embarrassed. However, her shorts dropped again when she reached back down to pick up the mail and newspaper. The time she just hopped out of them and grabbed them with a few fingers from one of her hands.

She then quickly ran inside her house and slammed the door. She took a deep breath and then sighed.

“Let’s just forget that ever happened.” Emily thought to herself as she dropped the mail and newspaper on the table and walked upstairs to get new bottoms.

“I’ve got to get going.” she thought to herself.

But first, what is Emily’s “Unfortunate” Problem?