1. Her First Grown-up Kiss


    Date: 5/26/2015, Categories: True Story, Male/Female, Teen, Author: MrTony, Rating: 85.1, Source: sexstories.com

    floor of the merry-go-round, talking about who-knows-what, and I casually placed my hand on her knee as we talked. Nothing too overt, just friendly and natural. Eventually, the conversation ran down, and we went back to tennis. But I made another mental note - no objection at all to intimate hand on knee. Welcoming it, really. Had I been giving her less attention than she wanted? Exploring The Possibilities Next time we played, I was just waiting to take a break. I placed my hand on her knee again as we started to talk, and this time did it with deliberation. She smiled in recognition while she kept talking. But this time I gently moved my hand up and down caressing her thigh, and she was obviously aware of what I was doing - not stopping me. So I decided to get more bold, and let my hand fall to the inside of her thigh between her legs as I continued my caresses. Now I got a definite reaction - with her deep intake of breath as my hand reached the hem of her shorts between her legs, she said we should get back to playing tennis. When she arrived the next day I noticed that she had worn her shortest tennis shorts. They had a non-existent hem right where her crotch met her athletic, tennis-tanned legs. They were closer to a bikini bottom than to tennis shorts. This time, we were sitting on the merry-go-round, and I immediately had my hand on her thigh. But she knew what she wanted too, and she immediately had her hand on my knee, working its way up my thigh while I slid my ...
    hand to the inside hem of her very short shorts. Yet another clue that she wanted much more. And it was becoming clear that her plans definitely included sex. This time we weren't talking so much. My hand didn't have much space when it got to the hem of her shorts. Seeing my dilemma, she lewdly adjusted her seating - opening her legs wider for me. As I felt-her-up, she seemed to be checking to see if the inside top of my thigh would get me as aroused as I'd gotten her. And she seemed keenly interested in the erection she was able to make grow under my shorts - and at one point seemed to be about to put her hand on it - and might have if I hadn't distracted her with my hands on her body. I had focused my efforts on skin that I knew would massage her most sensitive area. I chose a spot nearest to where her leg met her mound. My hand was outside her shorts - after all, in spite of her rapidly growing wanton desire to be debauched, she was still a tiny, maybe less-innocent than I thought, fourteen-year-old girl. Very young. And as I massaged just beside her very young vagina, her face flushed, her breathing grew ragged, and then she gently put her hand on mine to stop it. She breathlessly asked me why I put my hand there. I said "I don't know". But she wasn't objecting at all, and she'd clearly found it arousing. I had just started to feel-her-up, and she was getting aroused fast. Struggling to compose herself, she said with a laugh that we better just play tennis. So we went back ...
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