Adam was relaxing on the couch watching some television and just chilling out, as most people would do, who had the day off work. It wasn’t even his house he was relaxing in, but he had met Leonora a couple of months ago in a bar and their relationship had developed in a strange way. Neither of then had many friends and both were sexually frustrated. After their first night together, they realised that they had a slight problem.
The fact was that neither of them wanted a commitment, or even a deep relationship, but the sex was awesome.
The solution they both wanted, and that they eventually had the courage to admit, was that they should meet whenever they wanted to, just for sex. No ties, no commitments, no recriminations, just good fucking!
Leonora was 33 years old and had a 15 year-old daughter called Sally. The teenager largely ignored Adam, but when they had to communicate for some reason, they did so civilly. Because Sally’s mother was very loud and very vocal when she was getting fucked, although only 15, the young girl must have known that Adam was doing her mother whenever he stayed over.
Adam and Leonora had enjoyed a few drinks in a local bar last night and headed back to her home for some uncomplicated sex. The fucking was so good, that on learning that Adam had the next day off work, Leonora had suggested that he stay at her house and also spend the next night.
That set the scene of why he was at the house, but his peace and tranquility were shattered by the sound of the door slamming closed as Sally came in from school. He heard the thump of her schoolbooks being dropped on to the floor, and then her footsteps as she ran upstairs to her bedroom. The girl must have known that Adam was in the house because his car was parked right outside.
About ten minutes later, he heard the footsteps again, but this time Sally was coming downstairs. When she appeared in the living room, she nodded her head once in response to his, “Hi Sally,” and then she dropped the schoolbooks she was carrying onto the floor in front of the television.
She was still dressed in her school uniform of white blouse and black skirt, but she had taken off her shoes somewhere and had white socks on her feet. While she looked at what was on the television, Adam took the opportunity to carefully run his eyes over the fifteen year olds body, and he liked what he saw. Standing five foot eight inches tall in her socks, Sally had an athletically toned figure from being part of the school swim team.
He judged her tits to be around a 34A, maybe a B, but their best feature was definitely their shape. Firm and conical shaped, they pushed straight out from her chest without the slightest suggestion of sagging. Although he had never actually seen the girl’s naked tits, he always imagined that they would be topped with puffy little nipples and whenever that image flashed into his brain, his cock would stiffen.
When Sally wore street clothing, it was normally some form of crop top and Adam had seen her flat stomach many times. A few weeks ago, on her 15th birthday, Sally’s mother eventually gave in to her daughter’s repeated demands to have her navel pierced.
The first night that Adam had been at the house after that event, Leonora told her daughter to let him see the piercing. The girl got up from the couch with a sigh and walked over to where he was sitting.
Wearing a white crop top and a pair of denims that were cut so low that they were below her hips, he couldn’t help but wonder how they managed to stay up and although he looked at, and admired the piercing, that wasn’t where his eyes were focused.
She had bought herself a sparkling strand of cut glass that hung down about an inch from the pin through her belly button. The glass caught the light well, but it was the shape of her flat stomach and the vee of her hips and pelvis that disappeared beneath the waistband of her denims that made his mouth water. Projecting the line downward in his mind, his eyes went lower and fixed on the exact point where he knew her cunt to be.
Suddenly realising what he was doing, he mentally shook the image out of his head and coughed nervously to try and cover up his actions. Glancing up at her face and making some suitable comment about the jewellery, Sally responded with a strange little smile that seemed to shout, “I know what you were looking at!”
As this flashed through his mind, he wished that Sally had been wearing the same outfit again, but her white blouse was tucked into the waistband of her regulation skirt and there was nothing to be seen.
The girl looked away from the television, and as Adam watched, she dropped to the floor to lay on her stomach and began opening her books. Whether by accident or not, her feet were pointing straight at Adam, which he had the perfect view of the dark triangle that her skirt made as it rested on the back of her thighs. As she was completely ignoring him, he was able to slide quietly down in the couch, as he looked further up her skirt.
It was just some innocent fun, as far as he was concerned, but as she became absorbed in her books and started jotting notes onto paper, her legs bent at the knee until her feet were pointed at the ceiling. This had little effect, but she seemed to find it more comfortable to spread her knees slightly, which made the bottom of her skirt slide up her thighs.
Now, instead of Alan staring up her skirt and wondering what kind of panties she was wearing, he had a clear view of her white cotton underwear that covered her ass and was stretched tightly over her crotch, covering her cunt.
All sorts of things went through Alan’s mind as he stared between the girl’s legs. Apart from the obvious one of lusting after her body, he couldn’t quite make himself believe that Sally didn’t know that he could see her panties. That made him think that maybe she wanted him to look at her, but he dismissed that idea as absurd. He was thirty-five and she was only fifteen! Admittedly, fifteen and jailbait, but still 15year olds didn’t know how to be devious.
Sally was humming quietly to herself as she worked through her homework, and Alan’s cock had a mind of its own, as it hardened inside his pants. Suddenly aware of the consequences of what he was actually thinking, he sat up straight in the couch and was just on the verge of moving his seat, when something again tugged at his brain and the thought that Sally knew what she was doing came flooding back.
He dismissed for a second time, but somehow, the thought just wouldn’t stay away. Without and conscious thought, some words formed in his mind and he said, “Sally, you really shouldn’t lay on the floor like that!”
“Why not,” she replied, but she didn’t stop writing, or even look back at him.
Alan wasn’t quite sure why he had even spoken in the first place. He should have been content to stare at her school panties and think dirty thoughts, but it was too late to back down now.
“Because I can see up your skirt,” he replied.
“Well you shouldn’t be fucking looking,” Sally replied. “You’re a pervert.”
Now he was certain that something wasn’t quite right. For starters, even if she didn’t want to move, she would surely have lowered her legs and pulled down her skirt, but Sally didn’t make any attempt to cover herself up. Then there was the potty mouth thing. Adam had never heard the girl swear before, and he had a feeling that she was deliberately using the obscene language.
The teenager’s legs began to swing slightly in the air as she wrote, and if anything, this was spreading her knees wider. Adam watched her movements for a second and then said, “Well, if you’re happy to show me your panties, I guess you won’t mind me looking, will you?”
“Dirty Bastard,” Sally said, still not turning her head to look at him. “You’re disgusting.”
He decided not to respond to that, and he wondered if the teenager would allow the situation to die, or would want to keep it going. He didn’t have long to ponder that because Sally realised that he wasn’t going to say anything and she spat, “You just come here to fuck my mother.”
“True,” he admitted, “But your mother is a great fuck!”
“Eeewwww, that’s gross,” Sally said.
“What’s gross?” Adam asked. “Me fucking your mother, or you wishing it was you who was getting fucked instead if her.”
“In your fucking dreams,” the girl snarled.
Sally was humming quietly to herself as she worked through her homework, and Alan’s cock had a mind of its own, as it hardened inside his pants. Suddenly aware of the consequences of what he was actually thinking, he sat up straight in the couch and was just on the verge of moving his seat, when something again tugged at his brain and the thought that Sally knew what she was doing came flooding back.
He dismissed for a second time, but somehow, the thought just wouldn’t stay away. Without and conscious thought, some words formed in his mind and he said, “Sally, you really shouldn’t lay on the floor like that!”
“Why not,” she replied, but she didn’t stop writing, or even look back at him.
Alan wasn’t quite sure why he had even spoken in the first place. He should have been content to stare at her school panties and think dirty thoughts, but it was too late to back down now.
“Because I can see up your skirt,” he replied.
“Well you shouldn’t be fucking looking,” Sally replied. “You’re a pervert.”
Now he was certain that something wasn’t quite right. For starters, even if she didn’t want to move, she would surely have lowered her legs and pulled down her skirt, but Sally didn’t make any attempt to cover herself up. Then there was the potty mouth thing. Adam had never heard the girl swear before, and he had a feeling that she was deliberately using the obscene language.
The fact was that neither of them wanted a commitment, or even a deep relationship, but the sex was awesome.
The solution they both wanted, and that they eventually had the courage to admit, was that they should meet whenever they wanted to, just for sex. No ties, no commitments, no recriminations, just good fucking!
Leonora was 33 years old and had a 15 year-old daughter called Sally. The teenager largely ignored Adam, but when they had to communicate for some reason, they did so civilly. Because Sally’s mother was very loud and very vocal when she was getting fucked, although only 15, the young girl must have known that Adam was doing her mother whenever he stayed over.
Adam and Leonora had enjoyed a few drinks in a local bar last night and headed back to her home for some uncomplicated sex. The fucking was so good, that on learning that Adam had the next day off work, Leonora had suggested that he stay at her house and also spend the next night.
That set the scene of why he was at the house, but his peace and tranquility were shattered by the sound of the door slamming closed as Sally came in from school. He heard the thump of her schoolbooks being dropped on to the floor, and then her footsteps as she ran upstairs to her bedroom. The girl must have known that Adam was in the house because his car was parked right outside.
About ten minutes later, he heard the footsteps again, but this time Sally was coming downstairs. When she appeared in the living room, she nodded her head once in response to his, “Hi Sally,” and then she dropped the schoolbooks she was carrying onto the floor in front of the television.
She was still dressed in her school uniform of white blouse and black skirt, but she had taken off her shoes somewhere and had white socks on her feet. While she looked at what was on the television, Adam took the opportunity to carefully run his eyes over the fifteen year olds body, and he liked what he saw. Standing five foot eight inches tall in her socks, Sally had an athletically toned figure from being part of the school swim team.
He judged her tits to be around a 34A, maybe a B, but their best feature was definitely their shape. Firm and conical shaped, they pushed straight out from her chest without the slightest suggestion of sagging. Although he had never actually seen the girl’s naked tits, he always imagined that they would be topped with puffy little nipples and whenever that image flashed into his brain, his cock would stiffen.
When Sally wore street clothing, it was normally some form of crop top and Adam had seen her flat stomach many times. A few weeks ago, on her 15th birthday, Sally’s mother eventually gave in to her daughter’s repeated demands to have her navel pierced.
The first night that Adam had been at the house after that event, Leonora told her daughter to let him see the piercing. The girl got up from the couch with a sigh and walked over to where he was sitting.
Wearing a white crop top and a pair of denims that were cut so low that they were below her hips, he couldn’t help but wonder how they managed to stay up and although he looked at, and admired the piercing, that wasn’t where his eyes were focused.
She had bought herself a sparkling strand of cut glass that hung down about an inch from the pin through her belly button. The glass caught the light well, but it was the shape of her flat stomach and the vee of her hips and pelvis that disappeared beneath the waistband of her denims that made his mouth water. Projecting the line downward in his mind, his eyes went lower and fixed on the exact point where he knew her cunt to be.
Suddenly realising what he was doing, he mentally shook the image out of his head and coughed nervously to try and cover up his actions. Glancing up at her face and making some suitable comment about the jewellery, Sally responded with a strange little smile that seemed to shout, “I know what you were looking at!”
As this flashed through his mind, he wished that Sally had been wearing the same outfit again, but her white blouse was tucked into the waistband of her regulation skirt and there was nothing to be seen.
The girl looked away from the television, and as Adam watched, she dropped to the floor to lay on her stomach and began opening her books. Whether by accident or not, her feet were pointing straight at Adam, which he had the perfect view of the dark triangle that her skirt made as it rested on the back of her thighs. As she was completely ignoring him, he was able to slide quietly down in the couch, as he looked further up her skirt.
It was just some innocent fun, as far as he was concerned, but as she became absorbed in her books and started jotting notes onto paper, her legs bent at the knee until her feet were pointed at the ceiling. This had little effect, but she seemed to find it more comfortable to spread her knees slightly, which made the bottom of her skirt slide up her thighs.
Now, instead of Alan staring up her skirt and wondering what kind of panties she was wearing, he had a clear view of her white cotton underwear that covered her ass and was stretched tightly over her crotch, covering her cunt.
All sorts of things went through Alan’s mind as he stared between the girl’s legs. Apart from the obvious one of lusting after her body, he couldn’t quite make himself believe that Sally didn’t know that he could see her panties. That made him think that maybe she wanted him to look at her, but he dismissed that idea as absurd. He was thirty-five and she was only fifteen! Admittedly, fifteen and jailbait, but still 15year olds didn’t know how to be devious.
Sally was humming quietly to herself as she worked through her homework, and Alan’s cock had a mind of its own, as it hardened inside his pants. Suddenly aware of the consequences of what he was actually thinking, he sat up straight in the couch and was just on the verge of moving his seat, when something again tugged at his brain and the thought that Sally knew what she was doing came flooding back.
He dismissed for a second time, but somehow, the thought just wouldn’t stay away. Without and conscious thought, some words formed in his mind and he said, “Sally, you really shouldn’t lay on the floor like that!”
“Why not,” she replied, but she didn’t stop writing, or even look back at him.
Alan wasn’t quite sure why he had even spoken in the first place. He should have been content to stare at her school panties and think dirty thoughts, but it was too late to back down now.
“Because I can see up your skirt,” he replied.
“Well you shouldn’t be fucking looking,” Sally replied. “You’re a pervert.”
Now he was certain that something wasn’t quite right. For starters, even if she didn’t want to move, she would surely have lowered her legs and pulled down her skirt, but Sally didn’t make any attempt to cover herself up. Then there was the potty mouth thing. Adam had never heard the girl swear before, and he had a feeling that she was deliberately using the obscene language.
The teenager’s legs began to swing slightly in the air as she wrote, and if anything, this was spreading her knees wider. Adam watched her movements for a second and then said, “Well, if you’re happy to show me your panties, I guess you won’t mind me looking, will you?”
“Dirty Bastard,” Sally said, still not turning her head to look at him. “You’re disgusting.”
He decided not to respond to that, and he wondered if the teenager would allow the situation to die, or would want to keep it going. He didn’t have long to ponder that because Sally realised that he wasn’t going to say anything and she spat, “You just come here to fuck my mother.”
“True,” he admitted, “But your mother is a great fuck!”
“Eeewwww, that’s gross,” Sally said.
“What’s gross?” Adam asked. “Me fucking your mother, or you wishing it was you who was getting fucked instead if her.”
“In your fucking dreams,” the girl snarled.
Sally was humming quietly to herself as she worked through her homework, and Alan’s cock had a mind of its own, as it hardened inside his pants. Suddenly aware of the consequences of what he was actually thinking, he sat up straight in the couch and was just on the verge of moving his seat, when something again tugged at his brain and the thought that Sally knew what she was doing came flooding back.
He dismissed for a second time, but somehow, the thought just wouldn’t stay away. Without and conscious thought, some words formed in his mind and he said, “Sally, you really shouldn’t lay on the floor like that!”
“Why not,” she replied, but she didn’t stop writing, or even look back at him.
Alan wasn’t quite sure why he had even spoken in the first place. He should have been content to stare at her school panties and think dirty thoughts, but it was too late to back down now.
“Because I can see up your skirt,” he replied.
“Well you shouldn’t be fucking looking,” Sally replied. “You’re a pervert.”
Now he was certain that something wasn’t quite right. For starters, even if she didn’t want to move, she would surely have lowered her legs and pulled down her skirt, but Sally didn’t make any attempt to cover herself up. Then there was the potty mouth thing. Adam had never heard the girl swear before, and he had a feeling that she was deliberately using the obscene language.