freaky teen on campus
“You …. uh …. shouldn’t be doing that, Miss Taylor,” he said half
heartedly.
“It’s O.K. Kevin. Why don’t you take your clothes off for me,” I
whispered hoarsely, my hand between his thighs.
Kevin had no idea what to do, so he slowly began stripping himself, shirt
first, then pants. I could see his self-consciousness as he dropped his
pants, his penis standing out in full naked erection, a long, thick pole of
throbbing flesh and blood.
We stared into each other’s eyes. I reached down and took his hands, and
placed them on my breasts. Hesitantly, he began to knead my flesh through my
blouse and bra. I unbuttoned my top slowly, moaning a little as I slipped the
fabric over my skin.
I reached around and unhooked my bra, uncovering my large, firm breasts.
The nipples were an angry pink, swollen, hard. Then I undid the button at the
waist of my skirt, slowly unzipped the side, and then turned around, my back
to Kevin. I lowered my skirt over my buns and bent over to remove it
completely. When I stood back up, I was naked except for my panties, my
stockings, and my high heeled shoes.