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Chivalry

By: teachgirl1980



I didn't wake up that morning expecting anything exciting to happen. Who does? It was just one of those days when you feel a little better than usual. Time seemed to run so slow as I got ready for work. I wore one of my favorite outfits. A light blue button shirt and a dark skirt. The shirt brought out my blue eyes and the skirt showed off my legs. It was not too short, I was a teacher after all, but it did end just above my knees and I was able to show off my summer tan. I put my long blonde hair up in a ponytail that ended in the middle of my back. I used a pretty hairtie with little shiny stars. This is an erotic site so I guess I should mention my underwear. I wore a light, sheer blue bra. My shirt was not see-thru so my bra was safe because my nipples and breasts were very visible through the sheer material. I am not huge on top but 36C so they are very prominent when I wear the right clothes and this shirt displayed them well. The buttons were set perfectly for me, one button for librarian, two for tease, and three for "fuck me". I undid one since I did have to teach today. I put on the matching panties and they were very cute with little blue lace around the edges.

Summer school is so boring. The losers, I'm sorry, students, in the classes did not want to be there. They didn't go to class in the normal school year, I don't know why we expect them to come and pay attention in the summer. But, I am a professional so I try my best to teach them English when I would rather be lying out by my pool. This particular day was wonderful as I guess my mood transferred to my students and we had a great day. I think they may have actually learned something.

The real fun started when the day ended. I met my three friends at a local bar for drinks. It was only 3:00 in the afternoon so the bar was pretty empty. It was very nice to be able to sit and have a little fun without being constantly harassed. I am very modest but I have to admit my friends are very attractive and fun and we usually attract a lot of attention in public. It is fun to be noticed most of the time but it was also nice to just be able to sit there and enjoy ourselves in peace for a change.

Again with the erotic requirement so I will describe my friends. The cutest of the group is Sandy. She is brunette with short hair and a gorgeous face. She has brown eyes that sparkle and a cute little nose. She is not very tall as in around 5'2" so that adds to her cuteness. She has perky little breasts which many would consider small but they fit her frame perfectly. She also has a tight little butt that looks dynamite in jeans or a tight skirt. She is a secretary for a construction agency so you can imagine the impact she makes at work. This day she was wearing a white button shirt and a black skirt. She had been at work so she was wearing hose and her high heels. She was stunning as usual and turned every head she walked past.

The other teacher in the group is Darlene. She is also brunette but with long hair. It is beautiful any way she wears it and it comes to the top of her ass when she wears it down. She is taller that Sandy, not too hard to do, she is 5'8" and has long legs. She dresses conservative like me but most skirts show off her legs and they get a lot of attention. Her breasts are average, probably 36B, a little smaller than mine and her butt is nice. She also fills out jeans nicely and she had jean shorts on that afternoon as she doesn't teach summer school. Her shorts were not overly short but short enough to have a lot of leg showing. She was wearing a t-shirt and her boobs were looking very nice as the shirt was a little tight.

Last but not least is Carolyn. She is breathtaking with shoulder length blonde hair and green eyes. Her boobs are massive compared to the rest of us but really I think 38D maybe. They are magnificent and look amazing no matter what she wears. She is an athletic trainer so her body is in great shape. Her tummy is so tight it makes the rest of us sick and she was showing it off again that day with a little tank top that didn't quite get to the top of her white tennis skirt. The skirt was pretty short so lots of tan thigh was on display. She loved to be admired and dressed the part. She has a heart of gold though and is a wonderful friend so we accept her vanity. I have to admit she does attract attention that we have taken advantage of many times.

Now that you have that image in your brain you understand why we were getting incredible service from the young bartender who didn't let our glasses get even half empty. He was constantly flirting with us and he usually only wrote down every other drink so our bill was normally very reasonable for the alcohol we put away. The only other people in the bar were a family that looked to be on vacation. We do live in the south and see a lot of tourists. They looked incredibly normal with a mom and dad, a young daughter, maybe 14, and a son, a little older. They were laughing and having fun and I caught the son looking our way more than once. I smiled at him when our eyes would meet and he had a cute smile, but he looked very young and innocent.

It was a Friday so we were all feeling good about the weekend. The drinks flowed and the jokes ran around the table. I was laughing so much my stomach hurt. I needed to go to the bathroom so I jumped off my stool and headed to the back. I wasn't drunk but starting to buzz a little. I made it to the door and just before I got there my ankle turned and I started to fall. I felt someone grab my arm and catch me. I looked over and was inches away from the young boy from the family. He looked concerned as he lifted me back to my feet.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

"Yes, I am fine, I don't know what happened." I answered, embarrassed.

"That rug there was a little crumpled, you must have tripped over that." He said, pointing to a piece of the rug that was folded.

"Thank you so much for being there." I said and smiled.

"No worries, I could not let a pretty little thing like you fall down." He said with a little smile.

I looked at him as I felt a little tingle run through me. Any southern girl likes to called cute names and he looked so sincere I knew he wasn't feeding me a line. A southern girl learns early how to read that too. I smiled at him and tried to figure out what to say next.

"You sure you are ok, does your ankle hurt?" He asked, breaking the awkward silence.

"I think so." I said and tried to put some weight on that foot.

I looked down to see my heel had twisted off my foot and the strap was wrapped around my ankle.

"Would you mind if I fixed that?" He asked in a sweet voice.

I just nodded in agreement and he knelt down immediately and started to fix my shoe. He undid the strap and turned the shoe to slide back on my foot. He held my ankle in place as he did this and his hand was warm and soft. He fastened the strap back in place and then stood up.

"Thank you again." I said.

"My pleasure, darling." He answered and I felt my heart flutter.

"Darling" is one of those secret words a few men have figured out that makes a girl swoon. I looked at this young boy who was so easily playing with me and wondered how old he really was.

"Are you on vacation?" I asked to make conversation.

"Yes, we are down from North Texas for a week. We are staying at the beach in a condo across the street." He answered.

"Those are great condos, you guys should have a great time." I answered.

"Yeah, I was hoping to bring a friend but we couldn't afford it so I am stuck with my little sister for a week. It would be nice to know someone who knew the area." He said in a cute little voice.

Again, my bullshit meter went off but I looked at him again and saw nothing but sincerity. He was so freaking cute. I had to find out more.

"How old are you and your sister?" I asked, trying to hide my question.

"I am 18 and my sister is 15." He answered.

"Oh." Was all I could think of to say a danger bell went off in my head. It seemed to scream "child" over and over.

The silence was again awkward and he opened the door to the bathroom hallway. He waved his arm and I walked past him.

"Ankle seems to be working fine." He said behind me. 

"Yes, it will be fine. Thank you so much for your help." I said, looking back as I went through the ladies room door.

I sat down in the bathroom and slapped myself for even thinking about the boy. I was 26 and way too old for someone so innocent. My mind convinced me but my thighs tingled when I thought of that sweet little "darling" that he threw at me. I finished and headed back to my table, trying to clear my mind.

My friends were laughing about something when I returned but with so many empty glasses on our table no telling if it was actually funny or not. I climbed up on my stool and glanced over to the table. He was looking at me and smiling. I smiled back automatically. He turned back to his family and they continued their conversation.

I downed another drink to try to wash my cradle-robbing desires away. I got into the conversation quickly and was laughing like a lunatic in no time. My friends talked me into going out to a dance club afterward. It wasn't hard to talk me into anything but I did bring out to them that the clientele in that club were shady at best and we tended to have trouble fending them off some of the times we had gone there before. We decided we were feeling too good to care about that and agreed to go back and change clothes for a night out.

We were trying to figure out how much we owed when I felt a presence to my left. I looked and saw the young boy was standing right next to me. He was smiling his cute little smile.

"It was nice meeting you and I hope you are ok." He said and held out his hand.

I shook his hand and my table went completely silent.

"Thanks for your help, it was nice meeting you too." I said sweetly.

He shook my hand and then turned to join his family at the front door. I noticed a piece of paper in my hand and opened it. It had his name (Cory) and phone number. My friends were looking at me with devious smiles.

"What?" I said.

"So, girlfriend, spill. Were you babysitting tonight and we didn't know it?" Carolyn said.

"Shut up, he's 18." I answered.

"Oooh, a senior citizen." Carolyn said.

"So what else do you know about this baby?" Darlene said.

"You guys are cruel. I tripped going to the bathroom and he helped me." I said.

"Oh, the old tripping maneuver." Sandy said with a chuckle.

I shook my head and dug in my purse. Sandy reached over and grabbed the small piece of paper out of my hand. She read it to the table and the teasing accelerated. I felt myself blushing a little as some of their comments hit home.

"Look at her, she is turning red. Girlfriend, do you like this little one?" Carolyn asked.

"No, well, he was cute." I said and chuckled.

"She likes him, she likes him." Sandy giggled.

I blushed again and pulled money out of my purse.

"Let's get out of here. You guys are all bitches." I said.

They all laughed and jumped off their stools. We gathered in the parking lot and agreed that Sandy would pick us all up in an hour to go out. I looked at my watch and saw it was already 7:00. We had been in the bar for 4 hours, no wonder my head felt a little light. I drove slowly home and went in to collapse on the couch. I laid there a while and decided I needed to take a shower to get me going again. I stripped off my clothes and jumped in the cool water. I felt my head clear almost immediately as I soaped up my body. My hands lingered over my boobs a little, letting my nipples get hard. I then hovered over my upper thighs and felt the tingle run through my legs. He was so young, forget it girl, I told myself.

I jumped out of the shower and pulled on my robe. I walked into my closet and looked to see what I wanted to wear tonight. It was very hot out so I wanted something light. I pulled out a white dress that I loved. It had a V-neck and came a couple of inches above my knees. The material was cotton and very soft. It was almost transparent but at night it would be ok and the wind was non-existent so I thought it would work. I chose a white sheer bra and panties to go with it. I slid the robe off and stepped into the panties. I pulled them up and while they were sheer they covered enough. I was not completely shaved by my hair was very blond and hardly showed at all. I slipped on the bra and adjusted the girls. My nipples were still hard and they were protruding easily through the sheer material. Slut, I thought to myself and picked up my dress.

I slid the dress over my head and down. I loved the feel of the material and looked in the mirror as I adjusted it. It was very pretty and I couldn't see my bra or panties through it at all. I picked out some sandals and I was ready to go. I pulled my hair up in a ponytail and went in the bathroom to touch up my makeup. I finished and went back out in the living room just as my phone rang. It was Sandy and she was downstairs so I locked my door and ran down my apartment stairs. I jumped in the back seat and Carolyn was back there with Darlene in the front seat. Carolyn was wearing a really short denim skirt. It was up almost to her crotch as she sat there. Her shirt was tied above her waist and two buttons were open, exposing a massive amount of cleavage.

"Damn girl, you trolling tonight?" I said as I slid in the seat.

"What, this old stuff? I was just dressing to get comfortable. Now, if someone worthy ends up here tonight I won't complain." She answered and spread her legs open.

We all laughed and Sandy drove out of the parking lot. We were headed in a weird direction but I didn't say anything as we were talking. We pulled up near the bar and drove into a parking lot. I looked and saw the young kid standing in the parking lot. Sandy pulled up next to him and Carolyn jumped out of the car. He jumped in the back seat and slid over as Carolyn got back in. I was stunned as the door slammed and I felt his leg against mine. The backseat was not that big. I heard giggling from the front seat.

"Cory, this is Hayli. Hayli, Cory. I don't think you guys were ever officially introduced." Sandy said as she turned to face us.

I looked at her and she had a mischievous smile on her face. I looked at Cory and he was smiling sweetly at me. I smiled back nervously.

"You see, we always seem to have trouble finding nice guys to dance with at the club so I thought we would bring our own and Cory here happened to be free tonight." Sandy said with the same sneaky grin.

She turned around and started to drive. I could see her Cheshire grin in the rear view mirror. I mouthed the word "bitch" to her and she mouthed "you're welcome" and snickered.

"Are you sure you are ok with this?" Cory asked in a small voice.

I turned and saw his face was sad and pleading. 

I felt instantly horrible.

"No, sweetie, I am really fine. I am glad you are coming. I was just taken a little by surprise, that's all." I said and grabbed his hand.

He squeezed my hand and smiled, his face happy again.

"Thanks, I appreciate you guys bringing me. I was looking at a long night watching TV with my sister." He said.

I could feel the silent giggling through the car as he held onto my hand for the rest of the drive to the club. I could feel him looking at me and I was kinda amazed with Carolyn coming out of her clothes on the other side of him. We made small talk on the way and he barely glanced at Carolyn except to answer her questions. We arrived at the club and I saw Jimmy at the door. Jimmy was a bouncer that we knew and he was incredibly sweet despite his substantial size. He was black and about 6'8" best I could tell, my 5'6" only came to his chest. He was a mountain but very nice to us. We walked up to the door and there was a little bit of a line. Jimmy looked up and saw us as we went to get in line. He walked down the line to meet us.

"Ladies, the VIP line is up here." He said and motioned to the door.

I noticed a few people get sneers on their faces but they changed immediately when Jimmy looked at them. We followed him to the front and he opened a velvet rope to let us through. We went inside and Jimmy met us in a little lobby.

"Nice to see you again ladies. Hayli, you have a new friend tonight?" Jimmy said.

I thought it strange that he would single me out until I saw Cory standing outside of the group right next to me. I smiled at him and then back at Jimmy.

"Yes, this is Cory. He is visiting from North Texas." I said.

"Son, you have an ID?" Jimmy asked him.

Cory pulled his wallet out and handed his license to Jimmy. Jimmy looked at it and smiled a little evil grin at me. I felt myself start to blush again. I could read paragraphs in that little grin. Jimmy handed Cory's license back to him and pulled a marker out of his pocket.

"Sonny, you are getting in here only because you are with these pretty ladies. However, if I see you with a drink anywhere near your mouth you will have me to answer to. Do you understand?" Jimmy said and marked a big black X across the back of Cory's right hand.

"Yes, sir, I understand." Cory said, very respectfully.

"Good, now go enjoy yourself and be a good boy." Jimmy said and stood aside.

I walked past him and he was grinning ear to ear. I gave him a little smile as I walked by and saw he was pushing his tongue against his cheek in a disgusting way. I punched him as hard as I could on his arm. He laughed out loud. I walked into the club. Immediately, I noticed they had put some black lights in the lobby area and I saw Carolyn's bra as if she had no shirt on at all. I looked down at my own dress and my heart sank. It was like I was standing there in just my bra and panties. I swallowed and tried to ignore it but I could see all the guys near the door staring as we walked in. 

We found a table near the dance floor and gathered five stools. Carolyn went off to the bar to get the first round. It was very noisy and hard to hear anything. I looked at Cory and he was looking around. He looked like he had never been in a place like this before. There was a lot of eye candy around so I was not surprised he was a little awestruck. Sandy leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"He's got it bad for you, you have a pet." She said.

I punched her in the arm and she yelled as she started to laugh. I noticed then she also had on a jean skirt and a sleeveless light sweater. 

Her little boobs were really pushing against the sweater. She was so fucking cute. I looked across at Darlene and she had on a yellow sundress with small spaghetti straps. Her dark hair looked great as it flowed over her shoulders. She was smiling at me in a sort of teasing way. I leaned over to Sandy.

"You bitches are gonna pay for this!" I screamed in her ear. 

Luckily the club was so loud only Sandy could hear me. She laughed and nodded her head. Carolyn came back to the table with five drinks in her hands. She had been a waitress for many years and looked very comfortable in a bar. She handed me my favorite Gin and Seven. I needed it badly. I saw her hand Cory a Coke with a big smile. He graciously took it and thanked her. My friends were eating this up. I saw Carolyn lean over to Cory and say something to him. He turned to face me.

"Would you like to dance, darling?" he said in a slow voice.

I felt that little tingle again and took his hand. He led me out to the dance floor and I heard laughter from my table. The song was fast so we danced around each other. He was not so bad for a young kid and I got into the song. I felt the alcohol and the Friday mood coming back to me. I moved slow and started to get into the dancing. I saw his eyes start to shine as he watched me. He did look very young but that was slowly starting to matter less and less to me. I could feel myself starting to have fun. We danced two more fast songs and then a slow one came on. We looked at each other for a second and then I moved to him and put my arms over his shoulders. He put his arms around me and I felt his soft hands on my sides. He was being very gentlemanly as we swayed back and forth. Our bodies were not touching and we danced the rest of the song. It ended and we separated and headed back to the table.


Chivalry



I was camping in Yosemite one time in college, when I couldn't get to sleep one night and decided to take a walk through the woods. It was the middle of summer, so it was warm enough to walk outside in just pajama bottoms and a T-shirt (and sandals). We had camped way out in the middle of nowhere, so nobody was around for miles, or so we thought. So while my friends were sleeping, I slipped out of the tent and strolled out through the forest. 

Yosemite is gorgeous at night, the woods were quiet and the moon was full. 

After about ten minutes of walking, I had paused to watch a nice little stream that was winding its way through the roots and rocks, when suddenly I heard a noise. I tensed. It was large, and it was close by - behind me. I froze; if it was some kind of predator, running would be the worst possible move. Maybe I could scare whatever it was away, I thought, if I stretched out my arms and made loud noises. I was just getting ready to put this plan into action, when the thing broke through the trees and stumbled into the clearing. 

It was a naked girl. 

She was tall, almost my height; a couple years younger than me, maybe 19 or 20, light-haired, pale, and beautiful in a thin delicate way, kind of like an elf from Lord of the Rings. She was stark naked except for a pair of flip-flops, and she looked scared and confused. I was so surprised that I couldn't move, and I just sat there gaping. She had a gorgeous body (if a bit on the thin side), beautiful small breasts, long slender legs with perfect calves...but for some reason, what I remember most is her ears, which stuck out just a little from her straight blonde hair and made her look even more like an elf. 

Then saw me. I was still standing with a stupid open-mouthed expression on my face, frozen in place. As soon as she saw me, she let out a small squeak and dropped to a crouch, hugging her arms across her chest. 

"Um...hi?" I ventured, taking a step forward. That scared her, and she let out a choked half-yell. 

"Hey hey!" I stopped her, holding up my hands. "I'm not going to hurt you at all! I was just out taking a walk! Are you OK?" To show her I meant no harm, I took a step backward. 

"I'm Jason," I said, "I'm from Berkeley." 

"Hi, Jason," she said. "Do you think you'd mind looking away?" 

"No problem," I said, and turned around. 

"Thanks." 

"So..." I asked, "Is there...um...anything I can help you with?" 

"You wouldn't happen to have a compass on you, would you?" she answered drily. 

"Nope, 'fraid not. Are you lost?" 

"Uh, yeah." 

"Um..."I hesitated awkwardly. "I guess I'm gonna have to ask this eventually, so..." 

She got the hint. "My friends and I were playing a stupid game, and I had to take a dare, which was to take off my clothes and walk fifteen minutes into the forest. I guess I got turned around." 

"Wow," I said, "You're brave." 

"Stupid is more like it," she snorted. 

"Well hey," I said, "I don't really need my shirt...want it?" 

"Oh my gosh, that would be great." I could hear the relief and gratitude in her voice. Without hesitation, I stripped off my shirt and tossed it behind me. I heard the sound of her picking it up and putting it on, and stifled the manic urge to turn around and get one last look at her amazing body. 

"How does it fit?" I asked. 

"Um...it's...not quite long enough, but it's much better than nothing." She sounded distinctly disappointed. I couldn't decide if I was disappointed or pleased. I settled on disappointed; I'm a nice guy. 

"Well?" I asked. "Is there anything else I can do to help?" 

"To be honest, I'm kind of scared walking around out here like this," she confessed, and I could tell it was a bit difficult for her to admit it; she really seemed like a girl who was used to getting by all on her own. She had stripped and walked fifteen minutes into a pitch-black empty forest, after all. 

"Do you think yo could come with me and help me find my friends?" she asked, a little shyly. 

"Sure," I answered immediately. "I have good direction sense. But...are you sure you'll be OK? I mean..." 

"Well," she said, "you already saw everything, right?" 

"Um...it was dark, and..." I hedged. 

"It's OK, you can admit it. Come on, you can walk in front." She almost sounded like it was her saving me from embarrassment. 

I turned around. The girl was even more gorgeous wearing my T-shirt than she had been completely nude. She stood with her hips cocked, one hand pressed demurely between her long long legs, smiling wryly at me. 

"Well," I asked, blushing in the dimness and turning around before she could see my eyes get wide, "Shall we?" 

"Lead the way, sir," she said, and I noticed how comfortable she sounded all of a sudden. 

We crept through the dark woods, and my Boy Scout training took over. I moved us in a "concentric wedge" search pattern, in the general direction she thought her friends were. They couldn't be more than half an hour's walk away, I figured. However, given the girl's less-than-dressed state, I thought it might not be a good idea to start calling out. 

"So where do you live?" she inquired from behind me as we crept along. "Are you a student?" 

"Yeah," I said. "Berkeley. You?" 

"I go to UC Davis," she told me. "I'm a poli sci major, how about you?" 

"Electrical engineering." 

"Ooh, smart boy." 

"Hopefully smart enough to find your friends!" I blushed again. I was glad that I had been working out and playing soccer over the past year, and was in about the best shape of my life. I hoped she noticed my back muscles as we pushed branches out of our way. 

We chatted a little more, abut our universities, life, the outdoors. She turned out to be, as I had first suspected, a really interesting and confident girl. I wished I knew her name, but given her predicament I thought it would be impolite to ask. 

"Do you think we're getting close?" she asked after a pause in the conversation. We had been walking about fifteen minutes. 

"Maybe," I said, "but probably it'll be a little -" 

"Owwww!" she suddenly cried out, and I whirled to see her grabbing her leg. 

"Are you OK?" I asked, running over to her. 

"I cut myself on something," she said. I was worried and aroused all at the same time - she was leaning over, and the hanging edge of my shirt was all that (barely) obscured her nether regions from full view. I tried to be just worried. 

I looked over an saw what it was - the jagged broken piece of a fallen log. 

"How deep is the cut?" I asked anxiously. 

"I don't know," she said, fear creeping into her voice. "Can you take a look at it?" 

"Uh...are you sure?" I hesitated. 

"Yeah yeah, don't worry about it," she answered curtly. 

I dropped to one knee and looked at the leg. She took her hands off the spot, moving one back up to cover her privates, but not before I caught a quick glimpse of neatly trimmed, light-colored pubic hair and pale pink lips. Come on, I thought, focus. 

The cut was shallow, mostly just an abrasion, and I was able to clean it off with some wet leaves. I pressed some more leaves onto it until it stopped bleeding. I almost got goosebumps as my hands ran over her smooth bare thigh, and I tried to keep it as professional as possible. 

"It'll be fine," I said. "It'll sting a little. Try to be careful where you step." 

"Shit," she said. "I'm so retarded. I mean, thanks." 

"Oh, I didn't mean it like that," I backpedaled quickly. 

"I know, I know. It's my fault. You were great." 

I looked into her eyes, and something about the way she looked back at me through wisps of pale hair, standing there, naked from the waist down, with only a slender hand to cover herself, was the most erotic thing I'd seen in my life. I smiled and turned away so that she wouldn't see the front of my pajamas push outward. 

"Um...hey," I said, "Would you like to use my pants too? I mean, so you won't accidentally get cut." 

She laughed. "I don't want to embarrass you," she said. 

"Well, I mean, I already must have embarrassed you," I pointed out. "If you don't want to, that's cool, it was just an idea." 

"Well..." she considered. "You did get to see me in my birthday suit, so I guess I should get to see you in yours, right?" 

Something about that was incredibly arousing. 

"OK," I said, "say the word, and the pants are yours." 

"Hand em over," she ordered in a faux-harsh voice. 

I dutifully stripped off and turned around, covering my naughty bits with one hand (no easy task, in the state they were in), and handing her the pajama pants with the other. She took them with her free hand, and, without waiting for me to turn around again, turned her back to me and slipped them on. I took in the brief view of her perfect round ass with only a minor pang of guilt, since it was my turn to walk around naked. 

She turned back and grinned. The pajama bottoms were almost a perfect fit. "Nice PJs," she said. "Well, are we gonna go?" 

I grinned back. "Only if you promise not to look at my bum," I shot back, feigning a British accent. 

"You shouldn't be ashamed of your body," she retorted. "Besides, you look like you've been working out a little bit." 

She couldn't have said anything to make me more happy (well, not much anyway). I flexed my pecs and did a little Governor Arnold pout. She laughed. 

"Come on," I said in my best fake Austrian accent. "We have to save John Connor." 

She laughed again, and I turned around and made a Mr. Universe pose, clenching my gluteals. She laughed harder. 

We walked for another few minutes. The thought of her eyes following my naked ass was a little bit arousing. I felt a little chilly, and realized that it must have been a little scary for her to have been wandering around, naked and lost, before she met me. I suddenly felt really protective of her. 

Then, abruptly, I walked past a stand of trees and into a clearing. And there, on the ground in front of me, was a naked couple rolling around on the ground. 

I averted my eyes instantly, but they looked up and saw me. 

"Hey!" the woman said cheerfully. "Looks like we weren't the only ones to have this idea!" 

"Welcome to our little love nest!" the man declared. "Hope we didn't startle you too much!" 

The girl from UC Davis came up beside me and just stared. Belatedly, I covered myself with both hands, realizing I was exposing myself not just to the couple but to the girl I was with as well. 

"Hey, don't be shy," the woman said, "Isn't it a beautiful night?" 

Californians, I thought to myself. What a bunch. I turned back, figuring if they weren't embarrassed, I wasn't. They were in their thirties, kind of athletic and wholesome-looking, and both totally unembarrassed about being naked in front of strangers, although the woman was kneeling demurely. 

"Um, sorry to bother you," the girl I was with asked, "But did you see a camp full of girls about my age anywhere around here?" 

"Oh yeah," the man said, "We saw them, but we didn't want to bother them." 

"Could you tell us how to find them?" I inquired politely. 

"I think they're about ten minutes that way," the woman volunteered. 

"Thanks!" I said, and started to walk off. The girl followed, and as we exchanged a look I saw that she was suppressing a giggle too. 

"You sure you don't wanna come join us?" the man called out as we left. 

"Thanks, we're OK!" the girl called back, and we hastily disappeared into the forest. A couple minutes later we burst into laughter, trying to keep it quiet. 

"Think we should have joined them?" the girl asked. As she said it, I felt a thrill run up my spine, and suddenly it got a little harder to cover myself with one hand. I just chuckled and didn't answer. We were walking side by side now, more comfortable than before. 

It wasn't long before we heard female voices, and we knew we had found the girl's camp. I suddenly felt a deep pang of regret that this weird, improbable adventure was coming to an end. It ha only been forty minutes or less, but I knew I'd remember the naked girl in the forest for the rest of my life. 

"Well," I said, "Here we are." 

"Yeah," she said, hesitating. 

"You...want me to turn around?" I asked, wondering if I should have just let her keep the clothes, and give my friends a little surprise when I came back. 

"That's OK," she said, and to my amazement started stripping off the borrowed clothes right in front of me. 

In a moment she was naked, and no longer covering herself. My breath caught in my throat. She walked toward me over the forest floor, treading lightly on her tiptoes, holding my clothes out to me. I reached out to take them, in the process exposing myself to her as well - it seemed the right thing to do, although I was a little embarrassed that my penis was pointing directly up at her head. 

My gorgeous naked elf queen of the forest stopped three feet away and looked straight into my eyes, and my knees nearly gave out. My breath was short and quick. 

"My name's Megan," she said in a soft voice. "Sorry I didn't tell you before." 

"That's OK, Megan," I said, wishing I could say something more intelligent. 

"I just wanted to say, I was really impressed by what you did for me," she continued, looking up at me through stray strands of flax-colored hair. "You could have really taken advantage of me, but you were just totally chivalrous." 

"There's no way I would have done anything else," I said, trying to keep my eyes locked onto hers, and failing every few seconds as I glanced down the length of her beautiful willowy body, then back up to see those cute ears just barely poking out of the waterfall of hair. 

Then she stepped forward, and to my chagrin my penis poked her right in the abdomen, but she reached down with one hand and folded it up between our bodies, and with the other hand she reached up and pulled my head into hers and kissed me. Her naked skin was warm on mine, and I could feel the little tickle of her pubic hair on mine, and her perfect breasts were pressed against my chest. Her tongue darted into my mouth, and I put my arms around her and held the back of her head and the small of her silky back. 

After the most erotic fifteen seconds of my life, she released me and stepped back. We were both breathing heavily. 

"I'm sorry," she said. "Do you have a girlfriend?" 

"No," I breathed, "do you have a boyfriend?" 

"No," she answered, "But there's a guy I'm considering for the job, if he's interested." 

"I don't see how he couldn't be," I said, and meant it. 

"Hey," Megan said, turning to walk back into her friends' camp. It's no too long a drive from Berkeley to Davis, right?" 

And then, before she left, she told me her email address. 

I watched her go, smooth back, long legs, and all, holding my clothes in my hand. Not until she was gone from sight, and I was dressed and twenty minutes back into the forest did I let myself jump up and let out a whoop that echoed down the mountainsides of Yellowstone. 

It was a clear beautiful night in the forest of northern California, I was twenty-one years old and in love, and I had all night to find my way back to camp. 

The End



Chivalry is Overrated



Alright, you guys flooded my inbox with requests for more stories from me, so here I am trying my hand at another one! I'm certain that I shouldn't be fantasizing about my ex-boyfriend, but I think I got a good story out of this one. :-) Please send feedback!!

"Oh my gosh, you were so funny tonight! You were all like, trying to dance with me and shit, and then you gave a beer to a girl scout!!" I held onto Ryan, as he was giving me a piggyback ride down the street, and laughed so hard I could scarcely breathe.

"I did not," he protested. I giggled because his speech was slurred. "We had a lot of beer, and then we did shots! They were called dirty girl scouts... They're your favorite!" He hiked me up higher on his back as he carried me. "I would never give alcohol to a minor!" At this notion we both nearly doubled over with drunken laughter, being that I was 20 and thus not yet of age to drink all the alcohol he had bought me that night. When we recovered from our laughing fit, he added, "AND--I'm a good dancer!!"

I snorted. "You looked like you were being attacked by a swarm of bees!"

"Yeah well at least I wasn't all grinding up on some guy, like you were," he retorted. 

"I was grinding on YOU! You liked it."

"Did not!"

"Yeah well--you..." he hiked me up higher on his hips once again. "I forget what we're talking about. Oh my gosh! We should go dancing!" My eyes twinkled, as the brilliant idea had just entered my mind. 

"I'm putting you to bed and then I'm going home," he said, and I could hear him smile even though I could not see his face. I made a whining noise in his ear, and he glanced over his shoulder at me. "What?"

"I don't wanna go home..." I said, but I sounded more tired than I should have been because I was so drunk. Truth be told, I was seeing double, and didn't want to go back to my lonely apartment and wait until the room stopped spinning so I could get some sleep. I had a good buzz going, and I wanted to enjoy my time with him while it lasted. Besides, it was too early to call it a night!

"Okay, then tell me this," he said. "How many drinks did you have tonight?" I took one arm from around his neck and started to count on my fingers. I knew it was more than five, so I took my other arm from around his neck to continue counting. "WHOA!! Hold on! What the hell are you doing!?!" I quickly grabbed onto him, as I was about to fall backward onto the concrete.

"I was counting!" 

"Well count in your head, damnit!"

"Okay," I answered. "I had that cosmopolitan, and then a couple beers, and then a long island, an Irish car bomb, and then some more beers, maybe, and then—OH MY GOSH!! You gave a girl to a beer scout!!" I laughed hysterically; this was the funniest thing I had heard all night.

"I'm taking you home," he chuckled. "Lightweight..."

"I am NOT a lightweight, thank you very much. I can hold my own!"

"So can I," he grumbled, hiking me up higher on his back once more. "All 110 pounds of you."

I grinned behind his back. "My hero," I said softly, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Keys?" He leaned over so I wouldn't fall off him, and held out one hand so I could give him my keys. I rummaged around in my purse and found them and clumsily handed them to him. We were at the front door of my apartment building now, and he was struggling to open the door and hold me at the same time. 

"I can walk, ya know," I giggled. "You silly boys always think I can't hold my liquor. Watch this." I slid down off his back and stood rigidly straight with my arms held out as though I were displaying myself, all the while trying my best to look sober. "See? Isn't that convincing?" He wrapped an arm around my waist and caught me, as I was about to fall over. 

"Yep, ya had me fooled," he laughed. 

We walked inside to find that the lobby was empty. Because it was 2:30 in the morning on a Thursday night, this was not out of the ordinary. "I tell ya," Ryan said as he directed me toward the hallway with the elevators. "It's a good thing you're cute when you're drunk... My arms are killing me." I giggled at him.

"Well you should come up and I'll give you a massage," I grinned. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed him aside against the wall. I held my mouth a few inches from his and lowered my voice. "Sound good?"

"I'll take a rain check," he smiled as he wrapped his arms around my waist and held me close. He stared at me for a few seconds with this smile on his face until I blushed and looked away. "But for now, it's time to put you to bed." 

Truth be told, I loved his chivalry. He lived a good 15 minute walk from my place, and it was getting chilly outside, but he still walked me home. I knew he had no intention to stay at my place that night, but when he looked at me with that smile on his face and with a twinkle in his sweet eyes, I decided to try to convince him otherwise. 

"Mmmm, but you know I can't sleep without you," I whispered in his ear. He shivered lightly; something about feeling my breath on his ear always turned him on—which was exactly what I wanted. I pulled the slit in my short skirt over so my thigh was exposed, and wrapped my leg around his—nothing too obvious, but just enough to get his attention. I bit my bottom lip and smiled as I looked up at him. 

"Noooo, no, no," he chuckled, and loosened his hold around my waist. "I see what you're doing, and it's not going to work!" His hands found my arms and went to move them down off his shoulders. "C'mon, you know how I feel about this," he said, and I knew he was serious, but his drunken slurred speech lessened the effect. I did know exactly how he felt about it—when I was drunk, he would not touch me. It was a matter of respect in his eyes, and I adored him for it. He always said he didn't trust himself and that he had a hard time saying 'no' to me. But didn't he understand? We were both drunk, and I was bound and determined to have some fun. Besides, I would enjoy the challenge of getting him to take me; it would make it all the more worth it in the end. It was like playing a game—and I wasn't planning to lose.

"Alright, fine," I said, backing off him a bit. I took my keys out of his hand and, before acting like I was going to walk away, dropped them on the floor. "Oops," I said, sounding ditzy on purpose. I bent down slowly to pick them up again, all the while keeping my back straight. I slid my ass slowly down the length of his body, picked up my keys, and slid slowly back up again. I could feel his body tense up against mine as I gave him a little wriggle where I knew he would enjoy it most. The whole thing came off fairly smoothly, considering how drunk I was. "Silly me," I half-smiled and rolled my eyes. Then I walked away from him, putting extra motion into my hips; I could feel his eyes watching me. 

"That's not nice," he said, sounding annoyed. He peeled himself from the wall and followed me toward the elevator. 

"What," I asked innocently, looking over my shoulder. 

"You know damn well what," he protested as he came over to me. I didn't press the button on the elevator yet; I wanted to break him down a little more before we went upstairs. I shrugged my shoulders, with the intent of inching one of the straps on my tank top to fall gracefully from my shoulder. 

"I'm sorry, baby," I said, pouting for him. I put my arms around him again, and played with his hair. Running my fingernails gently along the back of his neck, I asked, "You forgive me?" 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he muttered. He shuddered at the touch of my fingernails against his skin, and moved to back away from me again. He turned from me and pressed the elevator button; I could hear the machinery working inside the elevator shaft, and I knew I was running out of time. My mind quickly searched for another trick I could play on him to get him to come upstairs with me. 

"I don't know what's gotten into me," I said, deciding to take the flattery route. "I just can't keep my hands off you." I ran my hands over his chest and shoulders, my breathing quickening. "You look so good tonight, baby..." I gave him a light kiss on the cheek; he was staring down at me eagerly. I kissed him on the other cheek, and my hands were moving from around his waist down to his ass. I loved being a bad girl; I definitely had his attention now, and just thinking of how hot he must have been getting made me wet. I ran a hand down over his ass and back up again, loving every minute of his reaction. He was trying so hard not to tackle me at that very moment, and I was amused at his effort. It was time to push him over the edge. 

"Do I get a goodnight kiss?" I whispered in his ear again. Then I took his earlobe between my lips and sucked on it for a moment. I dragged my teeth lightly over his skin, and then kissed it again. I'll never understand it, but something about that small action, which I thoroughly enjoyed, made him go crazy without fail. 

Just then the elevator opened, and he grabbed me and kissed me hard while he pushed me inside. My mind whirled at his aggression, and I silently celebrated that he finally seemed interested. He had me against the back of the elevator, and the handlebar that ran along the interior walls dug into my back. It hurt, but I enjoyed it in the intensity of the moment. The color rushed to my face, and I felt as though we had just stepped into a sauna. My head was spinning, partly because I was so turned on and partly because I was so drunk. The elevator doors shut, but we did not move because we had not yet selected a floor. 

Who knows what got into me that night, but I was going crazy with him. Okay, so it was probably that Irish car bomb that did it, but nonetheless, I was all over him with no inhibitions. Before I knew what I was doing, my hand was down his pants and I was stroking his dick feverishly. I had never opted to give him a hand job before, but I decided I shouldn't just go down on him right there in the elevator. I kissed him furiously and he held me with urgency in his touch while his dick hardened quickly in my hand. I rubbed him faster, paying special attention to caressing the head of his dick with my fingertips. He moaned low and long into our kiss, and it drove me to distraction. I lifted one of my legs and clinched it around his body; one of his hands grabbed my thigh and held it there. 

Slowly and carefully, I backed us away from the back wall of the elevator and we made our way to the control panel near the door. Still kissing him all the way, I took my hand back out of his pants and pressed my body tight against his. Trying to see straight enough to press the button for the eighth floor, I turned my head slightly and mashed my finger against the button. Then I immediately returned to concentrating all my energy and focus on Ryan. 

His hands were groping me everywhere, and I was amazed at how quick and slightly clumsy he seemed when he was drunk. I decided that it didn't matter either way if I got off or not that night; I just wanted to get him into my apartment and fuck his brains out. I was by far wet enough to fuck him at this point, and it made no difference to me if I had an orgasm or not because I was so drunk. 

I could feel his hard dick against my skin, and I badly wanted him inside of me. I was about to unzip his pants right there in the elevator when we heard a 'ding,' and the doors opened. There were three guys, about our age, standing in the hallway waiting for the elevator. They stared when they saw us, and we broke our embrace long enough to exit the elevator just as they got on. 

"Get 'er done, dude," one of them slapped Ryan on the back and all three of them laughed like buffoons. I smiled to myself merely because the situation amused me. My apartment was right across the hall from the elevator, and I began to search frantically in my purse for my keys while Ryan let a hand roam beneath my skirt. I looked up at the elevator doors as they were closing just in time to see my keys there on the floor of the elevator! 

"Oh shit," I exclaimed. "My keys just went down with those guys!"

"Never mind those guys," Ryan breathed as he took me in his arms. "Go down on me." I laughed heartily as he bent down to kiss my neck and breasts. 

"Ryan!" I scolded him, but I was only kidding. I reached over behind him to press the elevator button once again. I saw that it was going to make its way all the way down to the first floor before it came back up again. 

"C'mon, baby, don't make me wait..." Ryan growled low into my ear as he came up behind me and put his arms around my waist. I could feel his dick hard against my ass, and he pushed forward slightly with it. I suddenly felt like I was the one being seduced here, and I remembered my goal of the night. I couldn't make him wait while the elevator climbed back up to the eighth floor. 

The hallway was deserted. There was no way I would have done this had there been people there, no matter how drunk I was. I reached beneath my skirt and slid my hot pink thong down to my ankles. I caught it on the toe of my stiletto heel and flipped it playfully behind us onto the floor. I turned to face him with a devilish flash in my eye and he closed his eyes as I unzipped his pants. I was surprised to find that he was going commando tonight—it was entirely unlike him, especially because he knew we were just going to a bar that night. Regardless, I was delighted to see his penis there for the taking. 

I knelt before him and licked the head of his penis gingerly. I felt his hands in my hair, which made me nervous, but I did not ask him to stop. He knew I hated when he put his hands on my head as I sucked him off, but in his drunken state he seemed rougher than usual and more primal than I had ever seen him before. I took him into my mouth hungrily and was surprised at how hot he was against my tongue and lips. I worried that he would cum down my throat; I got the feeling he was close. Something inside of me told me to suck him harder and faster, and I did not suppress it. 

He held my head lightly and I felt him thrusting gently into my mouth. I stopped moving my head, and let him do the work. I could see that he was struggling hard to hold back, but he was enjoying himself so much I let him keep fucking my mouth. It wasn't too intense or uncomfortable; he didn't push as deep as I would have. I rather enjoyed watching him tense up, and I loved the feel of his aching dick inside my mouth. At last he let go of my head and I withdrew from his dick. I licked the head a little more, tasting his precum. 

Just then, the elevator behind us dinged and the doors opened. Luckily, the elevator was as empty as the hallway was, and my keys were thankfully still there. I got up off my knees and kissed Ryan quickly and then made for the elevator. I bent down to pick up my keys and was startled to hear the door close behind me, but even more startled to see that Ryan was inside with me, and had closed the doors. I stood up and faced him. 

"Ryan," I reprimanded him hungrily with an evil grin on my face and a flash in my eyes. "You are naughty tonight," I groaned as he groped me hard. It was unlike him to be so forceful and strong with me, but I didn't want him to stop. He came at me rather quickly, then, and kissed me hard while he pressed me into the back of the elevator once more. I could feel that he was teasing me with his dick, moving it up and down my pussy. I trembled with anticipation and pushed my pussy up against him as much as I could, but it was clear that he was in charge now. 

He picked me up and held me against the wall with one arm while he used his other hand to guide his dick into my pussy. He filled me up, as he always did, and I nearly had an orgasm just at the excitement of it all. I moaned loud and long as he held onto me and pushed his dick slowly into me. I felt him withdraw, and it amazed me how quickly I yearned for him to thrust deep inside of me again. I begged him to go faster, to skip the build up, because I knew he was ready to cum inside me. 

He pounded me hard against the wall beneath my skirt, and my back and head ached with terrible pain at the feel of the cold, hard metal against my body. I was sweaty and red faced as he grunted and called my name out loud while he fucked me. I could barely breathe because of the intensity of Ryan fucking me and the pain I was experiencing from being nailed against the wall. I urged him to fuck me harder, though, because I never wanted him to stop. I could see he was going as fast as he could while still having to hold me up against the wall. My pussy burned in anticipation, and though I was not going to orgasm, the feel of Ryan inside me and the pleasure he had at that moment was fulfillment enough for me.

I moaned and called out in delight as he came hard inside of me at last. I enjoyed every second of his joy, never wanting his startling orgasm to end. His body shook hard, and he could scarcely breathe as he threw his head back in bliss. He squirted into me several times, and it seemed that he came more when he was drunk than when he was sober. He filled me up so full that I could feel something dripping down my bare leg. Whether it was his cum or my own wetness, I hadn't the slightest idea. 

At last his long orgasm was over, and he withdrew from me and gently set me back on my feet. He leaned against me, holding himself up against the wall with one hand and panting as though he had just run a thousand miles. I was sore already, and I glanced up to see that I had left sweat and steam marks all over the metal wall of the elevator. I was out of breath myself, and quite tired. He kissed me as soon as he composed himself enough to control his breathing a little more. I smiled up at him; the drunkenness of the night was by far overshadowed by the pleasure Ryan brought me. The air hung heavy with the sweaty smell of sex. 

"Come to bed," I smiled at his beautiful face and put my arms around him as I kissed him. He seemed to be speechless, and I reached around behind him to press the button and open the door. I grabbed my keys, took his hand, and led him out behind me. The hallway was cool and bright, compared to the sauna-like elevator we had just exited. I opened the door to my apartment and led him to my bedroom; I could feel his cum dripping down my leg slowly, but it didn't bother me. 

I sat him down on the edge of my bed and sat on his lap, putting my arms around his neck. "Now how about that goodnight kiss," I asked. He smiled, put his arms around me, and kissed me. He laid me down on the bed and went to pull my tank top off over my head. 

"You're going to bed so soon?" I saw again the hunger in his eyes and smiled as I shook my head. He kissed me gently, lovingly, like I was used to. I pulled him on top of me, as it was decidedly going to be a long night.



Chivalry Rewarded



Hi Guys

Well, I've dipped my toes as you might say, with Joan's story, "Horny Holiday Fun" and Ethel's tale, "Sauce for the Goose" I have left in, below the source of the stories, as I bring you the story Frankie told, this one is a bit longer than some and there promises to be a sequel to it so keep watching...

My name is Julie; a long time reader of Literotica, for the source of my posting, refer to my previous stories.

Mrs Thompson was one of the older ladies in our group, a little chubbie now, and walking with a stick, well at eighty nine I suppose that is to be expected. We meet her when we are in the midlands, and she does enjoy being with our little group we love her. We all head out to a restaurant or go to one of the other girl's houses for a sleep over. "Mrs T" lives in a residential home now, and I am sure still has her moments. Last time we were together she surprised us all when after a few Sherries she told us about her, as she called it, "bit of hanky panky." It occurred in either the late fifties or early sixties, I have called her story...

Chivalry Repaid.

It was hundreds of years ago, well, about fifty actually. I suppose I was about forty, my sons were away, one married, one had gone away to work, and the youngest was doing his national service, you know, when they got called to the military, and he was in the navy. 

I was married quite young, nope, never regretted it. It wasn't a bad marriage, very stale over the last few years before this happened, I guess in truth we didn't have a great deal in common, but it was convenient, I was horney, of course I was, but I didn't stray. You could say I suppose that I self satisfied if you get my meaning. Anyway, eventually I did stray , no one ever found out, I think the people, four of us were involved, were the only ones who actually knew (well, two may have guessed). They say confession is good for you so here goes.

It was as I remember, a Tuesday...

"Mrs T to you young Rodney." Cheeky so and so.

"Alright Mrs. Tee!" he laughed as he went off down the stairs.

Rodney was one of the three or four young Chefs "living in" at the Imperial Hotel where I was working as a cleaner in the staff accommodation area. "Morning Frankie." Was how he had greeted me. He was a presentable enough young lad age 18 first time away from home. But you know how it is, they all try it on... familiarity I mean. They were all young enough to be my sons, and I wasn't keen on them calling me by my first name. Got have some respect for their elders, even just the cleaners. At this moment neither he nor I knew just what was in store for us.

My boss, Blodwyn, the Welsh Dragon I called her was always on my back. She was one of those holier than thou characters, innocent as sin, and chapel twice on Sundays. Blodwyn's special friend was the Head Porter Tom Donohan, who had a room half way along the same corridor as the rest of the staff He was supposed to be the responsible manager. That was another story with not a lot to do with this one.

Blodwyn spent a large part of her time in Donohan's room with the door virtually closed. If it was needed to speak to either of them, it was necessary to knock and wait, sometimes for several minutes before being admitted. They were "management" so no one thought anything of it. 

Anyway, Donohan I felt, was a dirty bastard, every inch of the walls and ceiling of his room were covered with "pinups" of half naked women. Ok, most of the male living in staff was either horny or the other way inclined. Most were discrete about their interests. Us cleaners, there were three of us counting the dragon, knew that some of the older guys were into the whores, and many of the younger lads played with themselves, heck we even knew where they kept their stashes of dirty books. We even looked at them, "Tut Tutting," when they weren't around.

The day my bit of "hanky panky" started, was much like any other. Rodney had a couple of days off, and I had seen him go out for his morning newspaper, Blodwyn and Donohan were in his room, and the door was just slightly open, and I needed to speak to Blodwyn.

As I walked the corridor towards Donohan's room, I saw Rodney return. I knocked Donohan's door, quite gently I might add, and it swung open. Well I was shocked.

"Get out you stupid cow." yelled Donohan.

There were no words from Blodwyn, she had a mouthful of Donohan's "you know what" and he couldn't get up because she was on top of him in the good old sixty nine. He was naked as the day he was born, she was knickerless her knees either side of his head which rested on her heels as he lapped at her pussy her saggy tits with stiffened nipples were hanging out of her very grey looking bra.

I rushed off down the corridor.

"Rod, Rod, Rod... I knocked his room door lightly, impatiently hoping he would hear and admit me.

"What's the matter?"

"Quick, let me in."

He did so.

"The bloody dragon is going to be after me in a few minutes."

"What have you done?"

"Nothing, but if she asks, say I am not here. Say anything, but don't let her see me."

I hid behind the wardrobe and Rodney, bless him, sat down with his paper. Sure enough, after about ten minutes Blodwyn was knocking the door. I don't know if she had to finish what she was doing for Donohan before she could come after me, or what.

"Who's there?" Rodney responded to the knocking.

"Just me." Lilted Blodwyn, in her broad, melodic, Welsh accent.

He opened the door to her, "Yes, what can I do for you?"

"Is Mrs. T. here Rodney?"

"No, Mrs Davis."

"Have you seen her?"

"Not since I saw her going out of the back door a few minutes ago." 

He lied so sweetly.

"The bloody woman."

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, she's been doing something she shouldn't. It's the sack for her."

These were the days when sex was very private, and jobs were often balanced on one person's whim. If you were a nuisance, or did something your boss didn't like then you were out.

"What was it she did?"

"Nothing to worry you about." She cursed, "I'll sort it."

I could hear all this going on and I was nervous. I needed the money the job brought in. Blodwyn went off muttering to herself.

I stepped nervously out from behind the wardrobe as Rodney closed the door, it was all I could do to stifle the giggle. 

"Phew!" was all I could breathe.

"What have you been up to?" He wagged is forefinger at me.

In honesty, I can say I had never at that time been unfaithful, but girls, I am sure you must agree, comes a time, you get an itch, and it just has to be scratched, in that moment, with that young finger wagging at me my itch started. If it hadn't been Rodney, it would have been no one, but he was so, sweet and innocent, I knew I was being lead into temptation, I felt powerless to resist my inclination to tease this young lad.

"You are stuck with me now until she goes home." I ignored his question. "Any chance of some tea?"

"Sure, put the dead lock on the door when I go, we don't want her using the pass key to check in here, take it off when you hear me call."

All of the rooms were similarly furnished with a rickety old iron bed bedstead, table, dining chair, easy chair, bedside table, wardrobe and book case. 

Alone now in Rodney's room, I sat back in the easy chair and put my feet up on the dining chair. It wasn't my fault I had seen them at it for God's sake. If they didn't want to get caught they should have closed the door. I was suddenly aware of a key in the lock and sprang silently to the door, pressing my ear to it I prepared to flick off the dead lock.

"Stupid door!" muttered the Welsh woman on the other side.

"What are you doing with my door Mrs. Davis?" I heard Rodney call along the corridor.

"I was going to give your room a quick clean since Mrs. T has hopped it."

"And what was wrong with the key."

"It doesn't seem to work."

"Mrs. T. did my room earlier."

"We had better try your key, or get maintenance to deal with the lock."

"I don't think that there's anything wrong with the lock."

I of course was hiding behind the door. 

"Hold my tray," I could only imagine him handing it to Mrs. Davis.

As he inserted his key, I flicked off the dead lock, he turned the key and pushed the door open to be blocked by my bulk behind it.

"There, nothing wrong with the key. Thank you I'll take the tray." Rodney stepped into the room and back kicked the door closed.

Once again I had to stifle a giggle. No sooner than the door was closed I sat back down in the easy chair.

"Now then Mrs. Tee, are you going to tell me what this is all about?"

Again I ignored his question.

"I am just wondering how to pass the time until the Dragon goes home. That is a few hours." The itch was beginning to bother me.

"Would you like to borrow my paper?" he offered.

"No, I think I'll take a look at these." I pulled a small selection of 'girly' magazines from under the cushion in the chair I was sitting on. 

Rodney reddened then resumed a very detailed study of his newspaper sitting on the table. I had been having a 'dry spell' for a few years now, if you know what I mean, no S.E.X. The incident which had caused the present situation also had the effect of giving me a longing feeling. And I could see how I could resolve my situation. Heck, if I lost my job the next day, the opportunity may never present itself again.

"You must these magazines you seem to get at least one new one a week."

Rodney mumbled an inaudible reply keeping his head buried in the newspaper.

"Put that paper down! I want to talk to you."

He carefully folded the paper, very neatly and placed it on the table.

"That's better. Now then, tell me about your girl friend."

There was no answer.

"You have one?" I continued to flick through the magazines.

Still no answer.

"Have you actually seen a real woman in her underwear? Or naked? Come on, say something we have a lot of time to spend together."

"No."

"No What." God it was like pulling teeth.

"What you said, no I haven't seen a woman in her underwear, or naked."

"Well, now we know all your secrets. This morning, you helped me a lot, hiding me from the Dragon. I wouldn't have trusted the other lads, but you I do trust."

"Not enough to tell me what caused the problem though."

"We can talk about that later. I came to you for help and you helped me, so I think I am going to help you." I sat up in the chair. 

"I am guessing that when you were messing about at school, you were always told 'tits first'?"

"I wasn't very good at girls, so I didn't get to do things like that."

I have to admit he was very shy.

"At least you heard that comment."

"Yes."

"Oh God, you're not a qu.... Not a thingy are you, you are not one of 'those'?" "No, definitely not!" was the emphatic response.

"Now you have the opportunity to try. Come on, play with my tits."

Rodney sat on the arm of the chair, and very tentatively started to rub his shaking hand over my tits outside my khaki twill overall. I wasn't a very big girl, but after three kids my tits were adequate and just a bit saggy.

"You like?"

"Y...Y...Yes" he mumbled nervously.

"Wouldn't you like to put your hand inside?" I knew I was getting quite sexed up, I also hoped I was going to get something from this young lad.

He didn't answer, but eased his hand into the top of my overall.

"Are they worth a squeeze?" 

I arched my back, thrusting them forward into his hands. He responded by squeezing them. I still had a cotton blouse and a sturdy bra before he would get to real honest to goodness silky smooth tit skin.

"When I said put you hand inside I meant on my skin." 

He undid two buttons on my blouse and put his hand in. I could feel him trembling, it was really making me juicy. He carefully avoided touching my tits stroking my chest above them. 

"For goodness sake, have you really never titted up a girl before? Get your hands into my bra and give me a good feeling up. You do know that women enjoy it don't you?"

He started to do as I asked. 

"I can't get my hand in, its too tight."

"You have two choices. You can either undo my bra or you can push it up off them."

As my tits fell free of the bra, I told him.

"Quick, keep hold of them I don't want them to escape."

My nipples popped up like chapel hat pegs. And he was just holding them.

"Lick them."

Gingerly he did so. I pulled off my turban and shook out my hair. I was getting hotter. He was gaining confidence and was doing quite well licking and squeezing.

"M...m...m...nice and gentle mmmm. Now suck one." he held one tit in his now less trembling hands, applied his mouth to the nipple and started to gently suckle it. I pulled one hand away and lead it to the other tit.

"Pinch this nipple. Squeeze and fondle this tit, we don't want it to be neglected." I urged him..

What can I say, he took instruction well, and as his thumb and forefinger pinched the nipple I had presented to him a crashing come rippled through me. In all my married life my old man had never caused one as good as that. Whether it was the circumstances, a young virgin boy, the sight of the Dragon sucking Tom Donohan's dick, I don't know, but I had never even given myself one like that when I diddled my own bits.

"Time to move on." As I slowed from the come, I wanted more. "You have done 'tits first', so now you go down below. I bet you have a stalk to poke your eyes out now."

We sat side by side on his bed, as I took his hand from my breast and placed it on my knee. This is where you start. 

"What I think, is this. Let's pretend I am your girlfriend, and you can start by kissing me. Then let your hand wander. See what happens."

He was not an experienced kisser any more than he had any idea about S.E.X. His hard tight lips I had not felt for many years. It was like short sharp hard pecks on the cheek. I took his face in my hands and kissed him full on the lips. His lips were still hard and tight as I forced my mouth down over them and gradually pushed his mouth open. I kissed him like a true love.

Rodney's hand meanwhile had started stroking my leg, I know, I know, you will all say how stupid I was, starting this without any planning but sometimes you just have to go with it when it happens. I was wearing, don't laugh, my bloomers, you remember, well some of you will, those knee length knickers with elastic at the knee, they were over the top of 'fully fashioned' tan stockings, I only wore the bloomers at work. Thick satiny material, for the benefit of you younger ones, the same fabric that they used for your gym knickers, I didn't let myself down totally as today I had on my favourites, nice peach coloured ones, and I had clean on every day. 

Rodney's hand was into the thigh climbing and I was enjoying it his hand sliding up my legs under my overall, outside those satiny knickers. I meanwhile, reached out and grasped his stiffy. As he stroked my thighs, I unbuttoned his fly and caught his dick. Not as big as some, but more than adequate, and hard, hard as a piece of steel as young boys are. He was making good progress. I started to get hot again, and I knew I was wet down there. I parted my thighs and allowed him to stroke between them up to the crotch of my knickers, through them he started to stroke my pussy. We broke off from kissing, for me to ask.

"Are you enjoying that?"

"Yes." He gasped. 

"Then how about you go back to my knee and slip your hand under the elastic and start again."

With fumbling attempts he did his best, the elastic snapping back to sting my stocking clad leg twice before he got his hand in. No wonder that this type of knickers was called passion killers by some! Heck they were almost like a chastity belt protecting the modesty. Then... he was in, and caressing my nylon covered inner thighs. 

"Oh yess..." I enjoyed that and as his hand stroked along my thigh I had another 'come.' 

We resumed our kissing and now I probed his mouth with my tongue. He was such a sweet boy his innocence I suppose made it the more stimulating, if not for him, certainly for me. The skirt of my overall and my matching peach petticoat was rucked up exposing my bloomers.

Rodney's hand reached the top of my stocking and for the first time his hand touched my naked thigh tops beyond the stockings. I came yet again. I was almost fainting with the level of pleasure I was experiencing. What had I done in introducing this boy to this sexual adventure. Did I care? I did not. 

Then his finger probed my slit. That first touch, I remember it and can feel it right now as I tell you of it. That first touch made me jump and start.

"Arrrg...Arrrg... oh...shit...."

Rodney was startled and withdrew his hand. 

"Are you alright? Have I hurt you?"

In the midst of that come, I could not answer, I just shook my head. Very gently, and with my lips locked on his, my tongue probing his mouth he resumed his fingering of my pussy.

"Please Stop!" I broke off the kissing to beg him. 

I needed to calm myself. Kindly, and immediately he withdrew from my pussy and from my knickers, to this very day, if I feel the snap of elastic, my mind is back to this occasion and wow...but even the act of his hand drawing back down along my stockinged legs was sexually stimulating. As my feeling subsided...

"I think, that you should undress..."

Rodney stepped out of his trousers and pants his circumcised dick sprang out standing straight up. 

"...and I think its time you took my knickers off."

He unbuttoned my overall and opened it, my tits were hanging from my half opened blouse with my pushed off bra hanging round my neck. I reached behind me and unhooked it and undid the rest of the buttons of my blouse. 

Rodney pushed my petticoat out of the way. I lay back against his pillows and raised my hips whilst he grabbed the waist of my knickers and eagerly, roughly, dragged them down. The elastic at the knees meant that they turned inside out as he did so. Once past my knees they were gone and discarded onto the floor. 

He lay alongside me and suckled on the nipple I offered. The other breast he fondled as he had previously, gently squeezing and flicking across the nipple. My breathing was a bit ragged as his hand moved from my breast to tenderly trace his way down my now rudely exposed nakedness to my thighs, which I parted willingly to invite his intrusion of my pussy.

"Ohhh...Yes..." The caressing of my beautiful boy was so highly charged that I was desperate.

"Arrg...Arrg...Oh...Yeeees."

His fingers eventually touched the hair of my pussy, I parted my thighs in invitation whereupon his fingers intruded in that part so sacred. For one so inexperienced, his fingers found places I didn't know I had and I came vigorously stifling my screams of...

"Oh...Oh...fucking...Yeeees... Arrg...Arrg." My teeth clenched and my head back.

Pushing his hand from my wet wanton pussy, I dragged him by that rock hard dick on top of me. He slipped between my now wide spread thighs as I guided him to my entrance. Once his knob had found that soft spot, a slight movement on both our parts embedded his full length in me. 

"Now just relax," we lay still for a few moments until the urge started his hips thrusting. 

"Easy...Easy...no rush." 

Rodney was supporting his upper body on his hands. Our only point of contact was where our hairs met, his cock deep in me. How long this would last I don't know, but I continued to try to instruct him. For his benefit of course, I am sure you don't think I was enjoying all this do you!

"Now slowly pull your cock out of me till I tell you to stop." Slowly he did so. 

"God that feels so good." His dick sliding out of me felt so wonderful I almost forgot.

"Stop!" his knob was just inside my puss. I clamped my muscles round him.




Chivalry Rewarded Ch. 02



To put this story into context please read Chivalry Rewarded to which this is a follow on. 

In the story, Chivalry Rewarded, Frankie Thompson related her story of how she discovered her supervisor, Blodwyn Davis and her boss Tom Donohan in, shall we say, a compromising position, when we left her she was leaving work at the end of the day expecting to be sacked. She told us that she would tell us what happened next and here is what she told us...

Wednesday. Quarter to eight, I made my way up the eight flights of stone back stairs to the staff corridor and my work place. If you remember, when I had crept down the stairs on Tuesday afternoon I didn't even know if it would be worth my coming in the next day I was so deep in the shit. I was worried, because I enjoyed my job, and frankly I needed it.

I was even more worried when Blodwyn had smiled at me as I clocked in, she was usually so surly it didn't help that after passing her I caught sight of her in a mirror as the smile turned to a scowl.

I knocked young Rodney's door. He answered promptly, inviting me in.

"And how are you this fine morning? Looking radiant as ever I see."

"I don't feel radiant. And I am bloody fed up, it wasn't my fault they were seen doing it. I didn't ask to see that."

"Just take it easy, calm down."

His hand crept toward the wrap of my overall, and started to intrude. I caught his wrist.

"I'm sorry Rod, I am just not in the mood right now, I saw Blodwyn as I came in and she was all sweetness and light then after I passed her look turned to a sneer, so I can guess which way this is going to go."

"Just don't worry. You don't know how it might go."

"I have to see Donohan in about ten minutes."

"Sit down, take a breath, big breaths, that's it, now calm, relax."

A few minutes later I stood, Rod opened the door, I walked, I felt, to my doom!

I knocked the door to Donohan's room.

"Come!"

Donohan always to me sounded so pompous. I pushed the door and entered.

Blodwyn was seated at Donohan's left hand, Donohan had not even bothered to dress smartly, his uniform trousers and shoes, and a string vest, they sat together, not quite hand in hand, beneath the sloping ceiling smothered in girly pictures.

"Sit."

Donohan indicated the chair facing him. I sat. He smiled. I worried.

"Now Mrs. Thompson, Frankie, its about yesterday."

"Yes." Stormed Blodwyn "Bloody nosey look you."

"Now, now, Blodwyn, just leave it to me."

"Well its true, she shouldn't have been here."

"Blodwyn, leave it I said."

"Frankie, I know what you think you saw yesterday."

"I don't think, I know what I saw."

"Well yes, maybe you did, any way, I don't think it needs to be a big deal now does it?"

"It wasn't me that was making a fuss, I wasn't going to tell or anything but Blodwyn...."

"Yes I know, but lets be fair, you did actually tell someone didn't you?"

"Blodwyn was making such a fuss I had no choice but to give an explanation."

"Yes, I know, Young Rodney told me. He came to see me last night"

"Oh Yes."

"Well I have come up with a solution to the problem. But I will need your assurance that this matter is going no further than the four of us."

"Four! Four! What's this four business." Blodwyn was hopping mad

"Just shut up Blodwyn, there is you and me, Frankie and young Rodney."

"That bloody whipper snapper. I'll have that little brat."

"For God's sake Blodwyn, either shut up or fuck off."

"Now Frankie, do I have your assurance, no further?"

"Well...yes...I suppose."

"What I have decided is this. You will be the charge hand on this landing same as Blodwyn is upstairs."

"What?" Blodwyn almost screamed.

"You heard. There will also be a slight pay rise to go with it."

Blodwyn was furious. I was dumb struck.

"Wwwwhat? Wwwhy?"

"I expect young Rodney will explain...., you may go." 

I was dismissed, but could hardly stand I was shocked to the core.

I made my way, almost in a daze to Rodney's room and tapped the door. It was opened almost instantly. I sank into the easy chair.

"Are you ok?"

"I don't know."

"I told you not to worry. I'll get some tea."

I just sat there and shook, I hadn't a clue really what had just happened. I still had my job, and somehow, had a pay rise, how did that happen? I was still shaking when Rodney returned with the tea.

"Donohan said to ask you to explain what had happened."

"Blackmail."

"Blackmail?"

"Yes, I told Donohan that I knew he was screwing half the staff, and if anything happened to you I would make sure everyone knew."

"Is he?"

"Dunno, there's two I know for sure and another rumoured, and I really don't think he would like to lose his regular supply with Blodwyn and I also told him that I would let Blodwyn's old man in on the act. Rumour is he is a bit of a bastard when he's had a drink!"

I stood up and took my knickers off, Rodney reached for my tits and that got us started.he was having a good feel of them.

"So, taking your knickers off, does that indicate that you are in the mood now?"

"Might be."

"Your nipples say you are."

"Do they lie to you?"

"I'll have to find out."

He slipped his hand under my overall and stroked up to my pussy, the touch of his hand above my stocking tops was quite enough to yield a super duper splashing cum of a power I hadn't known since when..Oh yes since yesterday when he laid hands on me.

"Bit damp up here..."

I groaned.

"Yes, this says you are in the mood now."

"Well I suppose I do owe you, so here goes."

"Whoa, not like that...you owe me nothing."

"But you and Donohan?"

"Purely selfish dear lady, thinking of my cock and your pussy."

"You bugger. You'd better fuck me now while I still feel obligated."

I opened his trousers and dragged him by his solid cock towards me, releasing him only to turn my back and throw my overall up to expose my dripping wet pussy. I reached between my legs, grabbed his cock and made sure it hit the target. As it parted my lips I cum again. Then slowly he measured its length in my hot wet hole.

As he gathered momentum, there was a knock at the door. We froze, paused a moment...

"Who's there?"

"Donohan... Rodney, can I have a word?"

"Not right now, I will come and see you when its convenient., goodbye!" 

His words were very purposeful.

We heard steps retreating down the corridor as we restarted the thrusting, I was pushing back onto Rod's young hard cock as if I had never had one, and he was meeting thrust for thrust.

Now I do have to be honest, it was quick, fairly satisfying, and it left us both panting hard. Or in my case it should be panting wet! 

I had just one task I was a bit nervous about now, and it was to go to the kitchen, See the Chef and explain that Rodney had asked me to go down with the message that he had sickness and the 'trots' and it was probably best he didn't come into the Kitchen. Fortunately, the Chef was aware of the potential consequences of the situation and readily agreed that Rodney should stay in the staff quarters telling me as I turned to leave to make it tomorrow as well which I felt hardly able to accept with a straight face!

I was told to go down to the kitchen at lunch time and collect Soup and toast for the poor lad's lunch. I just hoped that I hadn't been fucked to a standstill by then!

I returned to Rodney's room, mentally I was stripped before I got to the door, and once inside it was fact. Poor, sick, Rodney was sitting in the chair waiting for my return, it took just a moment to create a magnificent erection which I straddled and sank down on, it never ceased to amaze me just how many cums I could get from him before he was obliged to juice me. 

On many occasions, I have had to abandon it and surrender to give myself a break from the riding to avoid getting sore. Of course, Rodney did tend to get excited from time to time, and I found he was spunking vigorously at his first look at my fanny, and then, thank god for fast recovery, I had to make do with seconds.

Obviously, while I rode his cock, Rodney played with, nibbled and suckled on my tits, raising me to even higher states of ecstasy often having the nipple snatched from him by my movements.

I didn't do very much work that day, and soon it was time to clock off, that's it, a whole shift spent in my young lover's bed, or if not in his bed, with him bedded in me. There is no way I could account for how many times I creamed, or how many erections I had conjured up and ridden to death.

I do know that I had to change his sheets before I left, and to make sure my pussy had more or less drained off before I put my knickers back on. I was sure I would need to buy some lanolin ointment for my sore nipples on my way home.

The following day followed virtually the same path, and again, apart from a quick round of bed making little else was done on my landing, and the bulk of my time was used in fornicating with my virile young lover.

Rodney stayed for four years and in that time we had many days of sex, we had many spontaneous incidents and many shorter sessions. Often I stayed after my shift in order to satisfy either Rodney or myself, or both of us. On very rare occasions I did stay over night, but that was the exception.

After Rodney left, I selected another young lad when he started his apprenticeship, and he willingly surrendered to my advances and received what I like to think was an education that set him up for life. I retired eventually, and my old man had passed on, bless his boozy, impotent soul, and it was with pleasure that I was able to entertain both Rodney and his successor in the comfort of my own home from time to time. Not together mind you. 

My only regret was that I had not found a younger lover earlier, but then, I can't complain, there won't be many of you that will be able to equal me, I had my last young cock, a young man called Ben who came to do some painting for me, at the age of eighty, and do you know, it was a really great ride and I had a terrific cum. When he eventually squirted, he said he didn't believe an old bird like me could ever enjoy a shag, but that I had opened his eyes. 

I told him not to be so blinking cheeky.

Let me tell you about it.

We all have our own rooms at Riding House, the staff is very good, and if we want something changed in our rooms they have a good selection of people who can do it. I fancied having my rooms painted, Nancy along the passageway from me had hers done and it looked very nice, She had a sort of rose pink, I decided on a peachy colour.

Bradshaws were the favoured contractor and they had a very nice young man, Ben, who did some of the work here, and I particularly asked for him, because he had such lovely manners, although he was a bit cheeky, all the ladies here liked him. Gave him little treats and things.

Well, Ben it was, about his mid twenties, and three days., day one, washing down and rubbing down, day two, ceiling and walls, day three, woodwork and finishing.

The ceiling was nearly the start of the trouble, well not really trouble. Everything was covered with dust sheets, except for me, I decided that I would stay and watch rather than go to the television lounge. Lets face it girls, you never get fed up with watching a muscular lad with a nice bum now do you?

Ben got the sheets over everything, then set up his trestle thing to stand on and started work. I must say, he was quite thorough but.. and here it is, maybe he should have covered me with a dust sheet, because when he got near to where I was sitting I got splashed with his wash water. So of it was on my blouse, and some of it on me.

"Do you mind young man, you are supposed to be washing the ceiling, not me"

"Oh dear Frankie, I am so sorry." Every one was on first name terms.

"You had best give me a hand or Matron will go potty."

He came down and started to dab at my blouse with his cloth.

"That's just making it worse. Give me a hand to get it off."

His wet hands trying to help me unbutton my blouse was quite interesting, and ended with my wet blouse on the floor and my tits, and I was about the size I am now, quite ample, almost as wet. Ben obviously tried to dab me dry, not thinking that the cloth was still saturated, well the dirty water, cold I might add ran down my cleavage with the inevitable result , yes, two erect nipples trying to escape from my now wet bra.

He was mortified.

"I think that had better come off too don't you think."

"Shall I fetch someone to help you?"

"I can't believe that a gorgeous young fellow like you hasn't taken a bra off before."

Ben blushed the deepest red.

"Quickly, fetch a towel."

He returned with a small hand towel.

"Oh come on Ben, do you really think that's big enough to cover my modesty?"

He returned, this time with a bath towel.

"Is that better?"

"I bet you only brought the small one because you wanted to get an eyeful of my titties."

Again he blushed.

"Don't worry, you won't be the first young man to see them, or for that matter to feel them, you are going to feel them aren't you?"

I got no answer.

"Tell you what, just drop the catch on the door lock."

He did so.

"Now, take the towel, and dry them for me, I'm not going to tell if you don't."

His hands trembled as he did so, which of course made the excersize even more stimulating for me and my nipples even more erect. I shuddered.

"Oh , I'm sorry, is something wrong.?"

"No dear boy, nothing wrong, just an old feeling creeping up on me, you carry on and dry me."

He did so, again I shuddered, the old juices starting to ooze.

"Could you do you think, do me a favour..."

He looked puzzled.

"...you couldn't I suppose... no, I mustn't ask."

"What?"

"No, I mustn't,"

"You know I'll help if I can, would you like me to get you a nice hot cup of tea?"

"No..no dear boy, it was nothing like that."

"Then what, I will, anything just ask?"

"You'll think me very silly Ben."

"Not at all, do you want a hand to the toilet or something. I have worked here for quite a time, and I have helped a few people, it won't bother me."

"Well if you insist Ben, but it is quite sort of personal, and you mustn't tell a soul."

"You just try me Frankie, I'll try to help."

I lifted one of my now saggy titties.

"Well you see these..." I gave my nipples a little flick.

He blushed again.

"...they are up like this because I have a little need, well, in honesty, not so little, I need them licked... or sucked,."

The blush had never left his cheeks.

"Won't I be in trouble if I do that?"

"I am a grown woman Ben, and I locked the door, and I asked you to do it. So where is the problem. You look as if you want to."

"I do, but..."

"Come on, just do it. where's the harm?" 

With that encouragement, he tentatively bent down and snaked out his tongue.

It was just what the doctor ordered, how I had wished that doctors could order such things!

I shuddered and shivered with the pleasure I was receiving. I spread my legs, and raised my skirt in anticipation. I lead his hand between my thighs.

"Some thing here could appreciate a little attention now that you have awakened the sleeping beast."

Slowly his hand stroked up my legs. When he reached my stocking tops he left the nipple he was so wonderfully sucking. 

"I have never felt anyone wearing stockings before, it's so sexy."

"Just enjoy dear boy, I am."

He returned to the task and after fondling the bare flesh above the stockings soon discovering the leg of my panties. He hesitated, then his finger intruded.

"Oh my God!" I thought.

I could feel I was wet down there. I relaxed, waiting, enjoying the moment, my hand had already found his erection and released it from his overall trousers.

"Wait, wait. Move that dust sheet off the bed."

Ben did as I asked, and also turned back the covers. Now, girls take my word for it, when you're eighty, and you're horny, and you've got your panties on and want to get them off, there is no quick or sexy way to do it, and a wet pussy can get a bit cool while you're sorting it.

Sorry, but my next comment did shock Ben and I was fortunate that it didn't wreck the situation. My pants were on the floor.

"Fuck me please Ben, its been a long time and I am in need. Just take it gentle and make sure its wet."

His knob was at the entrance, I could feel it there.

"I haven't got any condoms."

"What Ben? You think you're going to get me pregnant?"

We both laughed, and he slipped in. I groaned.

"Are you alright?"

"Very much alright Ben, thank you. Now give it a bit of energy, I am a bit stiff but I do know young boys can give a good fuck and that's what I want."

I had several cums, and enjoyed them all with Ben thrusting in and out but of course even youngsters can't last forever, and I was relieved when he eventually hit the jack pot.

As he slipped out of me, he retrieved my pale yellow panties from the floor to wipe his cock. The young lads are so cheeky these days.

He covered me as I dosed off to sleep, and told me he would be back again to continue the next day. I asked him to tell the staff not to bother me with my supper, that I was tired and was going to bed. I was asleep in the after glow of that fuck before Ben had left the room.

Two more days with the same excersize followed, and on the forth day Ben's boss sent someone to give him a hand, I went to watch the television. When he was showing me the finished job, I gave him a peck on the cheek, and a special squeeze, you know what I mean, as a thank you.

He then told me that he would never see older ladies in the same way again.

I did hear several times after that about different ladies getting wet blouses, my fellow 'inmates' did boast a bit, so maybe he learnt that older ladies could be horny. Of course, maybe the wet blouse was just a ploy, with his apparent shyness to enable him to enjoy his time with the older ladies. Ok so maybe he conned me, and I know, if he did, it was what I wanted.

Sorry to have to relate, that Frankie passed peacefully away at her home a few weeks ago. I had a phone call from the home to tell me she wanted to see me, and that things didn't look too good. I dashed to her bedside, we spoke just briefly, she had enjoyed our group and had left a little something with matron. Family were at her passing.

There were seventeen of our group at her funeral, and many nice things were said of Frankie, we saw two gentlemen there who were apparently not family and we speculated on who they were. One introduced himself as Rodney, apparently they had loosly kept in touch over the years he couldn't hide his grief.

The little something left with matron was a sort of diary log book thing, and a note, asking me to ensure that this story was published and that her book didn't fall into her family's hands. I was to see if ideas within would make any stories. I haven't the heart right now to delve into it, but I promised, so one day...

Joulie.



Chivalry Rewarded



"There's no rush. Take it nice and slowly. Now, back in again." 

His slow thrusting, where I measured the length of his lovely virgin dick both going in and going out progressed steadily. The rigid pole sliding slowly up and down in me was excruciatingly beautiful and I gave up counting the number of times I came. Our pubes parting on the outward stroke and slamming together again at the depth of the inward evoked such feelings.

I needed his mouth on mine, I needed a hand on my tits so I pulled him down onto me, gradually he speeded up until he was going at me like a demented rabbit. I was returning thrust for thrust, the old iron bedstead almost screaming as it was strained by our activity. Breaking off from smothering his face with kisses... 

"You are so delicious." I breathed into his mouth He speeded up his strokes riding vigorously into me.

"Yes...Yes...Yes...Oh yes...Oh lovely, lovely...Oh yes."

He clamped his mouth to mine and I responded enthusiasticly as moments later he erupted into me. 

"Aggh...Arrgh..." there was almost a look of panic in his eyes as he came. I locked my legs around him as spurt after spurt of scalding hot come pumped up into my body. It seemed to go on forever until inevitable he slackened in me. I relaxed my legs allowing him to slip gradually out of me.

We lay for about half an hour just snuggled up. Ruffling his hair, 

"Thanks, that was just what I needed. Now, a coffee would be welcome."

It was approaching noon, and there would be another two hours at least before the dragon was going home. Rodney pulled on the basic clothes to be decent before heading off to get the drink.

"Put the deadlock on. Two taps when I get back, then knock the deadlock off." He left the room.

About two minutes later I heard a key in the lock. I tiptoed naked to the door. Pressing my ear to it I could hear Blodwyn cursing and complaining that she couldn't get the door open. She was still there cursing when I heard Rodney call down the corridor. 

"Were you looking for me again?"

"Yes."

"What is it this time."

"Just to tell you, don't get involved with that Mrs. Tee, you could find yourself in trouble." 

"You hold the tray."

He pulled the key from the lock and I heard it being replaced, I silently flicked the deadlock off. He turned the key as I stood naked behind the door.

"See there is nothing wrong with either the lock or your key, but I don't know why you just didn't knock. Anyway, I have work to do so if you don't mind."

The door opened, he stepped in and again back heeled it closed. 

"Are you Ok?" he winked at me.

I pulled on my overall and sat in the easy chair while we shared a drink, and some biscuits. 

"Come on, what is this thing that's got Mrs. Davis going?"

"Come here." I opened my overall, I was naked except for my petticoat and stockings. 

"Lie on the bed."

Rodney lay back his hands behind his head.

"Slither down so as you are flat." 

I unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them with his underpants down to his ankles.

"What are you doing?"

Throwing off my overall I climbed onto the bed facing his feet.

"You'll see."

I positioned one of my knees either side of his head. My pussy just inches from his face. He pushed my petticoat up over my ass.

"Jeeesuuus...wow... it looks fanta..."

I nibbled the end of his dick as it began to twitch, obviously he liked what he could see, that shut him up. He hardened very quickly so I started to suck on it.

"Arrgh...Arrgh....Arrgh. Oh god that is so nice."

"You can lick me if you like..." I invited. And felt his tongue accept. His hips were responding to my sucking more and more rapidly rising and falling. While I just could not hold back my own movements. I opened my mouth and sucked air in around his wet cock as he desperately tried to get even further into my mouth. I could sense it was on the way and sucked harder to bring on his come. 

"Oh...Oh...Fuuuuck... that is so nice OH... fuck yes." As his come spurted into my mouth I clamped my knees hard against his head as I too came.

I reached for my blouse and spat the come into it. I almost gagged as I wiped my mouth. It was the first time I had tasted come, and I was not overly impressed. Shakily I climbed off him. And sat in the chair.

"You enjoyed that?" I asked.

"Yes, I did."

"I Must remember if I do that again not to get it in my mouth. That was yuk!"

"Tell me about the Dragon...please..."

"Oh...Ok then...but don't ever tell anyone."

"I promise."

"I had to tell Blodwyn about a blocked toilet, she gets mad if we don't tell her about things like that. Anyway you know she's always in Tom Donohan's room. Well the door wasn't tight shut. As I tapped on it the door swung open and..."

"And what?."

"You know what we just did?"

"Yes..Yes.."

"That's what they were doing!" 

"You mean...?"

"Yes, she was on top of him sucking his dick and he looked as if he was licking her. No wonder they spend so much time in that room. I wish I had the same."

"You fancy Tom Donohan?" he asked incredulously.

"No you idiot, but it would be nice to be able to spend some time even just chatting to someone I do fancy. But because she spends so much time with him we have to do extra work, so that means we don't have the time."

"Is there someone you do fancy then?"

Rodney was lying on the bed as I reached out to touch his now soft dick.

"Of course... You don't think I would spend a morning like this if I wasn't with someone I fancied do you?"

"I thought you might fancy someone older."

"No, you were always polite and sweet. If I was younger it might have been said that I had a crush on you."

"That does explain the sweets left in my room, the better mattress on the bed, the extra towel. I suppose."

"I saw your magazines, and decided that if the opportunity arose I would give you a wank and save you the job. But this, this was so...so... much better."

As we were talking I was stoking his dick. It was of course responding well to my hand. Time was running on, and I could now think of going home. But it was a pity to waste a stiff dick and I fancied him like mad...

"I know with helping me today you have done me a big favour..."

"I didn't mind, its ok."

"I know you didn't mind, and you didn't give me away, but can I ask another favour?"

"Sure, anything you like."

"This may be my last day working here...and I have enjoyed this morning. You were a quick learner."

"I had a good teacher." He smiled

" Will you give me this one last time?" I pulled his dick. "Something different, come up me from behind."

Bending over the chair I reached back, grabbed his dick and guided it into my pussy.

"One hand here on my tits..." I positioned his hand, he immediately started to tweek my nipple.

"...and the other hand round here." I pulled it round to my front above my pussy, it didn't take long for his fingers to find their way into my slit and start fingering.

"Shag me..." he needed no urging, no begging. He rode me like he'd been doing it for years. All I could think was...

"Thank God for young boys." and "I wish I had nerve to try it on with him before."

He rode me for many long minutes, my nipple hard as a nut being pinched was enough and I came with that first, his fingering of my pussy delivered another come and when he spurted up into me the comes just rippled on. 

Eventually of course he slipped from me. It was time. I put on my bra, tidied my petticoat, replaced my blouse which had been drying on the radiator, and put on my overall. 

"What about these?" he proffered my peachy knickers.

"Tell you what, you keep them, then when you wank you can hold your dick in them, and think of the woman you helped to enjoy half a day."

Rodney stepped into the corridor and checked it was all clear and pecking him on the cheek and squeezing his dick through his trousers I headed off home. Tomorrow I would come back, to see what the future held.

Footnote. We asked Frankie what happened the next day when she returned to work, Did she ever see Rodney again. She told us that was another story and could wait for another evening. She was too tired to tell us more.



Chivalry



Carolyn already had a guy and was dancing with him. There was another guy talking to Sandy at the table. Darlene smiled at me when we sat down. I picked up my drink and took a big sip and then leaned over to Cory.

"Ask Darlene to dance." I whispered.

I watched him slide off his stool and move to her. He said something to her and she took his hand. She was smiling as he led her to the floor. I watched Sandy blow off the guy next to her and we then watched Darlene dance seductively around Cory. The poor boy was doing his best to keep up but it looked a little funny. Darlene was obviously way more woman than he was used to dancing with. Sandy and I were laughing as we watched.

Carolyn came back to the table and looked over at Darlene and Cory. 

"Look at our little baby go!" She said, loud enough for all of us to hear.

Sandy and I laughed. Just then two guys approached the table and were focused on Sandy and me. They were pretty hot and both had nice smiles. Sandy agreed to dance with the first one and the second one held out his hand. He was kinda cute so I accepted his offer to dance. He led me to the floor and we started dancing. He was a very good dancer and he said his name was Kurt. He spun me around quite a bit and my head was starting to feel dizzy. I stopped spinning and started to dance in place. He moved to me and pulled me close. I appreciated the move at first as I was getting a little woozy on my feet. 

He moved me around the floor and I found it very easy to follow him. He was pulling me closer and closer and now our bodies were pressed tightly together. He dipped me over once and my hair flew out. He pulled me back up and I laughed, it was fun. He was smiling down at me and I felt his hand move to the small of my back. I tensed up a little but he stopped it there. He spun me out and then back again. I felt almost like a rag doll. He pulled me back in but with my back against him. He wrapped his arms around me and put his hands over my stomach. He moved them up to the bottom of my bra, pushing my boobs up slightly and then spun me out again. I was started to get a little worried and then he spun me back in face to face and his hand landed right on my ass. I started to worry a lot.

I tried to push away from him and he moved his hand up.

"Let me go." I said to him but he held me tight.

"What's wrong honey?" He asked.

"Just let me go, I want to go back to my table." I said to him and his face changed.

"What's the matter, slut? Am I too old for you?" He said and put both of his hands on my ass and squeezed. I felt him lift me off my feet.

I tried to get my arms free but I couldn't. I felt my dress moving up in the back as he lifted me.

"Please let me go." I pleaded with him.

"I'm sorry, sweetie but you are way too nice for me to let go." He responded with a smile and I felt his hands move under my skirt and on my panties. 

I knew everyone must be able to see my panties as I felt my skirt pushed up in the back. I started to squirm harder when I felt him slide a hand into my panties and squeeze my bare ass. I got one arm free and started to hit him in the chest. He laughed and lowered me to the ground, pulling my dress up above my waist and pulling my panties down. I felt my feet hit the floor and I swung at him, slapping him hard across the face. I saw his eyes flash anger and he threw me to the ground.

I heard the word "cunt" and then I hit the floor. I hit the ground on my butt and back and slid a few feet, my dress still up around my waist and my legs spread out a little. My head snapped back and hit the floor a little hard and I was instantly dizzy. I saw him moving towards me and I whimpered, my head was starting to really hurt. I could feel the crowd closing in around us and I saw another figure move over me and stand between us. I was able to hear them as the music seemed to have lowered a little. 

"Leave her alone, asshole!" I heard Cory's voice but it didn't sound like a little boy.

"And just what are you going to do about it, kid?" Kurt responded and got right in Cory's face. 

I could tell he was way bigger than Cory as he was looking down at him but Cory didn't flinch.

"Maybe I am just gonna stand here and see how much of an asshole you really are?" Cory answered.

I heard the crowd groan and then I saw Kurt look down at me. I saw Cory keep his face glued to Kurt and was still looking at him when he glanced back up.

"Well, prick, are you gonna kick my ass now since you finished beating her up?" Cory said right to Kurt's face.

I could see Kurt starting to get angrier and angrier and his fists were curled up but he didn't move. I looked in the crowd and saw a lot of people getting a little mad. I groaned again as the pain shot through my head once more. I saw Kurt uncurl his fists and move away. Cory stayed still for a moment and then leaned down to me.

"Sweetheart, are you ok?" He said softly.

I tried to answer but I couldn't talk loud enough. I just nodded my head back and forth. Just then I saw another large figure and Jimmy was looking down at me. 

"Baby girl, let's get you up." Jimmy said and slid his arms under me.

I felt him lift me easily and hold me against his hard body. I felt my panties were still down over my ass but Jimmy's arms were under my thighs and back. I nestled my head against his warm chest.

"Come on kid, let's get her some help." I heard Jimmy speak to Cory.

Jimmy carried me to a back room and put me on a soft couch. My head was starting to feel a little better. Cory stayed with me and held my hand as Jimmy left and came back with a warm, wet towel. He placed it on my forehead and I felt better almost immediately. 

"Kid, you stay with her and I'll be right back." Jimmy said and stomped out of the room.

I felt Cory reach down and pull my dress down to cover me. I realized I had been laying there with my dress around my waist. I looked up at him and he looked so sad. I reached up and touched his face.

"Thank you. I am starting to feel a lot better." I said to him.

His face lit up and he smiled. Just then I heard a commotion and the girls came running into the room.

"Fuck, Hayli, are you ok. I saw what happened!" I heard Carolyn say.

The others knelt around Cory and he explained what had happened after Kurt left. They were all looking at him and I could tell they weren't laughing anymore. I heard something in the hallway and I looked to see Jimmy dragging Kurt out by his collar. He was screaming and his friend was following meekly. I heard some more screaming and then it stopped. Jimmy walked back into the room.

"How you feeling, baby girl?" He said and looked down at me.

"Much better, thank you Jimmy." I said and smiled.

"Don't thank me, thank the kid here, I have to say he's got guts." Jimmy said and slapped Cory on the shoulder.

"I think I saw Doc Jones in there. I'll be right back." Jimmy said and left the room

The girls all looked at me and then at Cory and they all looked a little flustered. I started to sit up and Cory helped me. My head was starting to clear but I knew I was going to have a headache in the morning. I took the wet towel and handed it to Carolyn.

"Can we go back to the table?" I asked.

Everyone laughed and Cory lifted me to my feet. He put his left arm around my waist and steadied me. I grabbed his right hand with mine and held it. 

"I think I can make it." I said.

"Ok, but can I hold on so you don't fall?" Cory asked.

"Absolutely." I said and smiled at him.

He was now beaming and we all went back to our table. My head felt a lot better but the music was very loud and annoying. Carolyn gave me the wet towel and then went to get another round. We all sat and laughed as we put the new drinks away. The girls weren't teasing me anymore, in fact they were now looking a little jealous as Cory sat there with his arm around me, making sure I didn't fall off the stool.

I was finishing my drink when a young man moved in front of me. I saw Jimmy next to him and I assumed this was the doctor. He had glasses and he was kinda cute in a nerdy way. 

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Better." I said.

"Do you feel any pain at all?" He asked.

"Well, my butt is sore and my head hurts a little." I said with a little chuckle. He laughed.

"Can I check your head?" He asked.

"Sure." I answered.

He put his hands around my neck under my chin. He felt around my neck and then looked into my eyes. He asked me to look right and left and then he felt under the back of my head. His hands were soft and warm and felt wonderful. 

"I think you will be fine. You should take some Advil and try to rest. You really should get out of here, the music is a little loud." He said with a sad smile.

I nodded and thanked him. Jimmy moved in front of me.

"Just let me know if you need anything, baby." He whispered to me.

"Thank you Jimmy." I said.

I looked over at Cory and he was staring at me.

"I am going to be fine. Go dance." I told him and put his hand on Darlene's hand.

She looked at me and I motioned for her to go. She smiled and grabbed him and pulled him to the floor. I watched her hug him hard and then start to dance around him. He was moving a little but mainly watching her do her best dirty dancing impression. I laughed as I watched his face.

The girls all took turns dancing with Cory until he was visibly sweating. Carolyn had pulled his head between her breasts and held him there. The poor boy was being seriously girl-handled. Sandy brought him back to the table and kissed him on the cheek. I saw him blush. He sat down next to me and looked at me.

"I am fine." I said before he could ask.

I finished my third drink and my head was starting to pound a little with the music. I saw Jimmy and motioned him over. I really wanted to go home but the girls were having fun so I asked him to call me a cab. He nodded and went to the office.

"I am gonna go home." I whispered to Sandy.

"Baby, are you ok?" She asked.

"Yes, I just want to get someplace quiet." I said.

She grabbed her purse and stood up. 

"No, no, you guys stay here. Jimmy is calling a cab for me." I said and pushed her back on her stool.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yes, I will be fine." I answered.

I glanced and saw Cory looking at us, trying to hear what we were saying. I smiled at him and then I saw Sandy whispering in his ear. He jumped off his stool.

"What?" I said to her.

"You are taking hero here with you." She said and leaned in close to my ear.

"And if you don't take him home and fuck him I will kick your ass." She whispered in my ear.

I looked at her and her sweet face looked a little mean. Well, as mean as Sandy could look.

"I'm serious!" She screamed at me.

I laughed and got off my stool. I hugged all the girls and they all hugged Cory. Poor boy got smothered by Carolyn's boobs again. We walked to the door and got there just as the cab pulled up. Jimmy met us right out the door.

"Kid, you can come here anytime you want. You're ok." Jimmy said and slapped Cory on the back.

Cory smiled sweetly and opened the cab door for me. I slid in and Cory jumped in behind me. Jimmy waved and closed the door. It was finally quiet. I gave my address to the driver and we took off. Cory was sitting about 6 inches away from me. I scooted over and grabbed his hand. 

"Thank you so much." I said and kissed his cheek.

He blushed and smiled. He still looked incredibly young. I put my head on his shoulder. My hand was on top of his and on top of his thigh. I sat there for a few minutes and then picked his hand up and put it on my thigh. I felt him tense up but he didn't move. I started to rub the back of his hand softly. It felt great to have a man's hand on my bare thigh. I could feel the tingle I get when someone touches me.

We rode silently to my house and then scrambled out of the car. He helped me up the stairs and I opened my door. I walked inside and he stayed outside. I reached out and grabbed his hand and pulled him inside.

"Come in silly. I will have to drive you home but I have to rest for a bit." I said.

"No, I can take a cab." He said.

"Bullshit, you saved me tonight, the least I can do is take you home." I said and bent over to take off my shoes.

"Stop, let me do that." He said and knelt down immediately.

I stood back up and he slowly unstrapped my right shoe. He slid it off and then massaged my foot. I moaned as it felt so good.

"Sorry." I said.

He looked up and smiled. He put my right foot down and did the same with my left. He was a load of surprises, this little boy. He finished with my left foot and put it softly on the floor. He stood up.

"Where did you learn that?" I asked.

"My mom and sister are always asking for massages so I got pretty good at it." He said.

"I guess so, that felt great." I answered.

I dropped my purse near the door and went into the kitchen.

"Take a seat, do you want anything to drink?" I asked.

"No, I'm good." He said.

I grabbed a glass of water and went back in the living room. He was sitting on the couch and I plopped down next to him. I crossed my legs and pushed my dress between them. 

"So, tell me about Cory." I said.

He smiled and then went into a descriptive life story that I listened to intently. 

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked.

"No." he answered softly.

"You're kidding." I said.

"No, unfortunately not. I am sort of a nerd back at school and no one really pays attention to me." He said.

When he said school it hit me hard that he was talking about high school. I suddenly felt very old. I leaned back against the couch and started to beat myself up in my head for being such a stupid girl. I looked at him again and he had a strange look on his face. He was trying to figure out what I was thinking. He shrugged and grabbed my left foot that was touching his leg.

"Do you mind?" he asked.

I moved my head back and forth and he pulled my foot over his lap, straightening my leg. He then started on the best foot massage I have ever had in my life. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. I was in heaven. He finished my foot and then moved to my calf. It was even more wonderful. He finished my calf and I felt his hands leave me. I immediately scooted closer, putting my entire leg over his lap. I grabbed his hand and put it on my thigh. I looked him right in the eye.

"Don't stop." I said and leaned back against my pillow.

He rubbed slowly up my thigh to the edge of my skirt and then back down. He massaged for a minute and then moved back to the edge of my skirt. I reached down and pulled my skirt up to give him access to the rest of my leg. I dropped my skirt just at the edge of my panties. He ran his wonderful fingers up all the way to the edge of my panties and then back down. I could feel my pussy heating up. I had not had sex for a while and I needed it. This boy was moving me into a dangerous place. He was very close to getting fucked.

He finished my leg and I plopped my right leg onto his lap. He spent another ten minutes on that one and by that time my pussy was on fire. I jumped up and straddled him, looking into his eyes. He looked scared. I leaned in and kissed his lips gently. I pulled back and I could feel him getting hard beneath me. I kissed him again but this time a little harder. I ran my tongue across his lips and then into his mouth. I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him hard. I felt his hands move onto my thighs.

I kissed him for a minute or two and then pulled back. His eyes were wide and he looked scared to death.

"Honey, have you done this before?" I asked softly.

He moved his head back and forth slowly. My god, he is a virgin! The thought bounced around in my head. What was I doing? I struggled until I heard him.

"Kiss me again." He asked.

That was it, he was done. I grabbed him and kissed him hard, my tongue wrapping around his. I pulled off and kissed his neck. He tasted great. I pulled back slightly and took his right hand. I moved it up and placed it over my left breast. I moved my hand away and he was frozen. I picked up his left hand and put it over my right breast. He just held them.

"It's ok, sweetie, you won't hurt me." I said.

He squeezed softly and started to move his hands around. I could feel my nipples getting hard. I took his hand and put in on my shoulder. I made him grab my dress strap and pull it down. He got the idea and pulled it down my arm until my bra was exposed. He pulled the other strap down and I slid my arms out of them. My dress was now gathered at my waist and my bra was right in front of his eyes. His eyes were bright as I knew he could see my nipples and breasts easily through the sheer white material. He put his hands back on them and squeezed again. He was getting the hang of it now.

I put my hands on his shoulders and leaned back a little. My hair fell down behind my back while Cory massaged my firm breasts. I did not move but spoke softly.

"Open it." I said.

I knew my bra clasp was right in front of him. I felt his fingers move slowly and then start working on the clasp. He took a minute and I bit my lip to keep from laughing. He was so cute. He kept at it and then I felt it pop open. He pulled back and I opened my eyes. He was staring at my boobs. I slipped my bra off my arms and tossed it behind me. I took his hands and put them on my bare breasts. I felt him take a deep breath. My nipples were hard and he started to move his hands around.

"Honey, just treat them as you did the rest of me." I said.

He smiled and seemed to get more comfortable. He rubbed them and I leaned forward. I put my left nipple right in front of his mouth. I moved closer and felt it touch his lips. He opened his lips and kissed the nipple gently. His tongue flicked out and touched my nipple. I moaned and grabbed his head. He sucked my nipple into his mouth. He was driving me crazy. He continued to suck as I tried to jam my entire breast into his warm mouth. He pulled off and kissed the other breast. His hands squeezed my breasts together and he went from nipple to nipple. I started to grind down into his lap.

I felt him push up into me and I pulled my breasts away from him. I slipped off his lap and knelt on the floor between his legs. I reached up and started unbuttoning his shirt. I pulled it off him and tossed it on the floor. My hands rubbed across his bare chest. He was pretty well put together. I ran my fingers down to his waist and paused at the button of his jeans. I could feel him tense up and I popped the button. I grabbed the zipper and pulled it down slowly. I saw his black underwear. Cool, no tighty- whiteys.

I slipped my hand inside his underwear and felt his hard cock. I pulled it out and the head popped into the open. It was rock hard and average size. (sorry, no twelve incher here) I leaned over and kissed the head. I heard the breath leave his body. I couldn't hold back a chuckle. I was pretty sure I was the first girl that had touched his cock much less kissed it. I kissed it again and slipped my tongue across the head. I sucked it into my mouth slightly. 

I pulled his pants down farther and got it deeper into my mouth. I moved slowly back up and then slid down again. I looked up and his eyes were closed and he was breathing fast. His hands were resting on his thighs. I slipped down again and swallowed the whole thing. I felt his pubic hair tickle my nose.

I slid back up slowly and ran my tongue across the bottom. As I got to the head and pulled off he groaned loud and a huge spurt of cum shot up and hit me in the nose. I quickly took him back in my mouth and caught the second shot. I swallowed it easily and sucked him hard. He shot another small load and then I felt him relax and start to get soft. I slid off him and wiped the wad of cum off my nose.




Chivalry



"I am so sorry." I heard him say and looked up at him.

"It's ok, baby. Did you enjoy that?" I asked.

"Oh god, that was incredible. You are so beautiful." He stammered.

I laughed at him and sucked the wad of cum off my finger. I jumped up and sat back on his lap. I leaned into his chest and he put his arms around me. I felt safe and warm. He rubbed his hands up and down m y back. His touch was electric and I felt another tingle as he rubbed my back.

"Teach me." He whispered.

I lifted my head and looked at him, questioning.

"Teach me to do that...to you." He said.

I could have eaten him up right there. I leaned back into his chest and snuggled.

"You got it sport. Not a problem." I said into his smooth chest.

I stayed there for a minute and then leaned back. He leaned forward and kissed me. Then he grabbed my head and kissed me hard, his tongue was now reaching for mine. I kissed him back and then stood up. My dress was sort of gathered at my waist.

"Slide it off." I said.

He reached over and grabbed my dress and slid it slowly down my legs. I stepped out of it and he laid it on the arm of the couch. He looked back and he was staring into my crotch. He ran his hands up my thighs and ran his fingers across the edge of my panties.

"That is nice. That feels good." I said.

He ran his fingers along the edge and then slid them under slightly. I grabbed his head to tell him he was doing good. 

"Pull them down." I whispered.

He slipped his fingers into the waistband and pulled slowly. I felt my panties slide slowly down my thighs and then over my knees. I stepped out of them and he tossed them on the floor. He was staring at my pussy. 

"Touch it." I whispered.

He ran his fingers along my lips and slipped them into the moist insides.

"It's wet." He said and looked at me.

"You did that champ." I said and he smiled.

He ran his fingers up and then touched my clit. I gasped.

"That's the spot, killer. You want to be gentle there until I ask you not to." I said.

He nodded and touched my clit softly. He ran his fingers back down my slit and pulled the lips apart. He was learning fast. He touched my hole and slipped a finger in a little. I moaned and he pulled it out. He looked at me and I smiled. He put his finger back in and slid it deeper. I pushed my hips towards him. I felt his warm breath and then his tongue flicked across my clit.

"Oh god, yes." I groaned and squeezed his head.

His tongue ran down my slit and flicked into my pussy. I felt my legs getting a little tingly. He flicked back up to my clit and sucked it softly. He was getting real good. He popped my clit out and then licked deep in my insides. He sucked and I squirmed. He pulled his tongue out and slid his finger in. It went inn easily and he buried it in me. He licked my clit again and my orgasm hit me like a truck. I screamed and bucked but he held on. He sucked my clit back in his mouth and another jolt hit me. My body went into a little convulsion and I held onto his head. His hands were holding my ass, keeping his mouth on my wet little pussy. He was licking furiously now and I was shaking. My orgasm ended and I pulled him off. His cute little face was shiny with my juices. I laughed at him and he smiled.

"Was that ok?" He asked.

"Oh baby, that was more than ok. That was great. You are a natural." I said.

"Thank you." He said and hugged me, his face in my crotch.

He pulled away and I reached down and started to pull his pants off. I tossed them aside and ripped his underwear off. His cock was starting to come back to life. I knelt down and grabbed it. I rubbed it and then kissed it. 

"Are you ready, sweetie?" I asked him as I licked his cock.

"Oh yes." He said.

I chuckled and sucked his head in my mouth. He was almost completely hard. I ran my hand up and down his length and squeezed his balls. That did and the veins were standing out again on his cock. I smiled at him and got up on his lap, his cock against my belly.

"I am going to lift up and you put yourself up against my pussy." I said and he nodded.

I sat up slightly and he lined himself up. I slid down a little and the head slipped in. I looked him in the eye and then slid slowly down his hard cock. His face lit up as he entered my warm tight pussy. My ass hit his lap and he was buried. I wiggled a little, getting him deeper. I leaned forward and kissed him. I let my tongue slip into his mouth a little and then I pulled back.

"How does that feel, sweetie?" I asked.

"It feels incredible. I have never felt anything so nice. You are incredible." He said.

The sincerity hit me hard and my eyes got a little wet. I lifted myself up and then slid back down. He moaned and I bounced again. I felt him push up against me and then we got into a little rhythm. Suddenly he stopped and held me.

"What's wrong, baby?" I asked.

"Protection, don't we need to do something?" He said with a tremor in his voice.

I hugged him hard, he was too perfect.

"Don't worry honey, I am protected and you will be fine." I said. I had been on the pill for a few years.

I jumped up and down on him a few times and he groaned again. I was moving fast now. He was pushing up, trying to catch the rhythm again. I heard my skin slapping against his and felt my hair hit me in the face. It was a little wet, I was working hard. I kept up my pace and then I felt him shudder and then hold me on his lap. He groaned and I felt a warmth deep inside. I held him as he dumped his virgin seed in me. I stayed on his chest as he rubbed my back and head. He ran his fingers through my hair and rubbed my shoulders. He also ran his fingers down my back and touched the crack of my ass. I shivered when he did that and he laughed.

"Ticklish?" He said, teasingly.

"Ok, buddy, don't get cocky." I said and punched him in the chest softly.

He smiled at me and ran his hands onto my thighs.

"You are so pretty." He said.

I felt my heart flutter again. He seemed to know just what to say. I kissed him again softly and stood up. My legs wobbled a little and he grabbed me.

"You ok?" He asked.

"Yeah, I am fine. You must have fucked me dizzy." I said and then quickly realized I had never used that kind of language in front of him before.

"Sorry." I said.

"You are even pretty when you talk dirty." He said and smiled.

I kissed him again and then walked back to my bedroom to get a robe. I grabbed my bathrobe and wrapped it around my body. I walked back and saw he was still sitting on the couch, his pants on the floor and his soft cock lying against his leg. Even naked, he looked so young.

"How many times?" He said.

"For what?" I answered.

"How many times can you do it in one night?" He asked.

I laughed and put my hand over my mouth. He smiled.

"Well, baby, that sort of depends on you. Most women can go all night but guys have to recover between each...encounter." I said.

"But, lucky for you, it seems the younger you are the quicker you recover." I said and noticed his cock twitch.

"So we could do it again if I...recover." He asked.

I went over and sat next to him. I reached over and rubbed his soft cock. It was far from hard but not so soft anymore. "Sweetheart, we can do it as many times as you can." I said and laid my head on his shoulder.

I rubbed his cock and ran down and cupped his balls. My fingers ran lightly up his length and touched the head softly. His cock started to grow.

"It seems I have created a monster." I said and squeezed the hardening cock.

"Yes, it seems you have." He said and kissed my forehead.

I looked up and he kissed me again. Our tongues played with each other for a few minutes and his cock was now rock hard again. I pulled away, untied my robe and laid back on the couch. I spread my legs and looked at him.

"Fuck me again, Cory." I asked with an evil smile on my face.

He jumped between my legs and was buried in my pussy in about a second. He started pumping and I felt my breasts start to bounce. I grabbed his hips and pulled him in harder. He was working hard now, his hands on the couch next to my sides and his cock hammering my pussy.

"Harder, fuck me harder." I said in a gruff voice.

He lit up and really started to rip into me. He was drilling me into the couch, I was grunting each time he hit bottom. He grabbed the back of my knees for leverage and kept pumping. He was now pushing my legs up into my chest and drilling straight down into me. The sweat was dripping off his face and he seemed to be lost in the moment. I felt him grunt and drive deep into me. He kept himself buried in me and dumped another load. His face was twisted as he emptied his balls.

He took a deep breath and sat back down on the couch. My legs stayed open and I felt his cum start to leak out of me. I didn't move and he looked over at me.

"Are you ok? Was I too rough?" He asked.

"No, honey, a girl will tell you if you are too rough. If they ask for harder then you can go hard until they say stop. Some girls will never say stop." I said and smiled wide.

He shook his head and smiled at me.

"You are so special, so pretty, so nice." He said.

I reached out and he took my hands. I held his hands for a while and then pulled myself up to a sitting position. He hugged me and held me for quite a while.

"What time do you have to be home?" I asked.

"My mom said around 12." He answered.

I looked over at the clock and saw it was 11:30. 

"Oh shit, we have to get out of here." I said and pulled away.

I jumped up and grabbed my dress. I looked around for my bra or panties but I couldn't find them. He stood up and started to pull up his underwear and pants. I slipped my dress over my head and settled it down. I looked down and my breasts seemed to be fine without a bra. The top was not incredibly tight but tight enough for my nipples to show and they weren't even hard. Oh well, no one is going to see.

He was dressed and I grabbed my purse and keys. He came up and grabbed me.

"Thank you so much for a wonderful night. I will remember this for the rest of my life." He said.

I hugged him and realized he was right. I would always be his first, and second for that matter. 

"Let's go stud." I said and opened the door.

He followed me down the stairs and we jumped in my car. I pulled out of the parking lot and shifted to get on the highway. I realized I had forgotten my shoes as I felt my bare foot hit the clutch. I felt his hand touch me and I realized the working of the pedals had worked my dress almost to my waist. He was rubbing my thigh, it was slightly distracting but no way was I going to stop him. His touch was so nice. I pulled into his parking lot and slipped into a spot sort of out of the way behind some trees. I didn't need Mom to see him getting out of some older woman's car. I cut the engine and looked at him.

"It's only 11:45. We still have 15 minutes." He said.

"I really did create a monster." I said and laughed.

He leaned over and kissed me softly. I returned his kiss and he put his hand on my cheek. I love that and kissed him harder. I felt him touch my thigh and slide his hand slowly up. I felt my dress pushing up and I spread my legs a little. He reached the top of my thigh and then slid over to my sloppy pussy. He ran his finger over my sore lips and slipped in and out. His hand left my pussy and I moaned. He touched my shoulder and I felt my dress strap sliding down my shoulder. My breast popped out as the strap slid farther down. He stopped kissing me and moved to my breast. He licked my nipple and sucked it gently.

My eyes were closed and I felt my other strap being pulled down and my other breast popping out in the open. His mouth moved and kissed and sucked my other nipple. He squeezed them together again and kissed from nipple to nipple. I leaned back and let this wonderful boy work my poor body. His warm hands continued to massage my breasts and then I felt his warm breath between my open legs. I gasped when his tongue hit my clit again. He licked all around my pussy and then inside the wet lips. He started to kiss and lick all around but stayed away from my clit.

God, this kid learned quick. He worked his tongue around my pussy, still avoiding my clit. His fingers started to pinch and squeeze my nipples as his magic tongue worked on my pussy. I was moaning and holding his head. He continued until I felt the first shudder hit me. He sucked my clit in his mouth and bit gently. I exploded and my ass lifted off the seat. I bit my lip to keep from screaming but the whimpers were pretty loud. He kept working and I kept shaking as the monstrous orgasm ripped through me. He was still holding my breasts and riding out my orgasm. I pushed his head deeper into my crotch and he drove his tongue up into my pussy. Another wave hit me and I jerked again. My clit got real sensitive and I pulled him away.

I shook for a few more seconds and then caught my breath. He sat up and wiped his face off. I watched as he leaned over and kissed me softly.

"You are an amazing girl." He said and jumped out of the car.

I watched him run across the parking lot and disappear up the stairs. I could not move. What a mess I was. My cunt was leaking cum, my tits were hanging out, my legs were spread wide open and my dress was scrunched up at my waist. My breathing was starting to get normal and I tried to sit up. It took me a minute to sit upright. I pulled my straps up back onto my shoulders and pushed my boobs back into the top of my dress. I started the car and shifted into reverse. I backed out and noticed my pussy was still out in the open. I pushed my dress down, I sure didn't need a gang of boys to look down at a red light and get an eyeful.

I drove home slowly and wondered what I had done.