| Straight: Serial Stories: A night to remember part 2 (1/2) |
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Well, I knew it wouldn’t be long till we met as a group again. I was the eldest one, the chaperone, the one seeing the youngsters safely home! I laughed at that thought. Had he been safe the last time I’d taken him home? Well, no accident had befallen him and he seemed to have enjoyed himself. I smiled at that memory. As I relived the passion that had turned a young man into my lover, I felt myself getting hot and wet with wanting. The images kept pouring into my head, the size, the taste and the eagerness of his touch. I had no choice but to touch myself. As my fingers crept into my knickers they discovered my slippery slit. As my finger slipped inside it brushed against that nub so full of sensations. I moaned with pleasure as I imagined his thick fingers doing the same. As my fingers circled my clit, one slid into the hot, tight and wet hole. A bit of pressure was all it took to send me screaming in pleasure. I really had to see him again, and soon. The next day I decided to organise the next meeting of ‘the crew’. It was so easy; everyone wanted to go out for a drink. I let one of the others let him know, wouldn’t do to seem too eager. I only had to wait 2 more days. That was 2 days of primping and pampering, preparing my body for his attentions. The day dawned and as I took my morning shower it was all I could do not to play with myself. I was aroused but knew that there was pleasure to be had in the anticipation. As the day wore on I tried not to think too much of the evening ahead. There were going to be difficulties, I knew. We hadn’t been in touch since that night, and we were going to be around a group of other young people. The crowd had already asked me to play the game again. Tease him, tempt him, do whatever I could to get his attention. Little did they know how well that ruse had worked last time. I dressed with care, as it wouldn’t do to draw too much attention to myself. A slightly lower cut top than usual, a skirt with stockings underneath. Maybe I could flash him the top of those stockings during the evening. Again I took my car – giving lifts was an easy excuse to get him back in my car. This time I was prepared. Nothing was going to stop my feeling that magnificent prick deep inside me. I made myself wait and turned up last of all. I said my usual hellos to one and all and, as with the rules of the ‘game’, I sent a special hello his way. I was pleased to see he’d made a bit more effort than usual; the teenage garb was clean tidy and had seen an iron. The evening wore on, both of us trying to ignore and yet encourage the other. When I decided I couldn’t take the tension anymore I pleaded exhaustion and as usual offered lifts. He stood and said his goodbyes. He lived the furthest away so the others thought nothing of it As we drove off, the tension grew. I took him back to my place. Nothing really needed to be said, this was lust and we were both under its spell. As the door closed behind us the clothes started to disappear. As |
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U did it !! lol
