1. Boy Magnets


    Date: 10/22/2014, Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Author: kinghut, Rating: 95, Source: xHamster

    dress." This isn't going to work, I thought. I was just stall- ing for time. I jammed the zipper on the dress -- which was not easy, believe me, it took about twenty tries -- and went back into the kitchen to get his help. "This zipper is stuck -- do you think you could get it free for me?" I felt his strong male hands -- only a boy? beginning to be a man -- brush against my shoulder and the back of my neck while he got the zipper free. When it finally came loose he went ahead and pulled it all the way down -- I didn't have to ask and I'm afraid I knew I would not have the nerve -- and he could see my back and my bra strap and the top of my panties, since it zipped down just to the top of my butt. They say the small of a woman's back is her sexiest erogenous zone, and I've never believed that's true but I was hoping it was, because it was all I was showing him. I pulled down the dress a little, exposing my shoulders. I sighed gratefully and thanked him and complimented him on his strong hands, which is hooey of course but it's what boys like to hear. I couldn't see his face, with my back turned, so I turned around, clutching the dress to myself so that I was actually showing less of my cleavage than before but in what I think was a very sexy way. I smiled and looked into his eyes and he looked a bit dazed but he looked back steadily into my eyes for one long glorious moment. "You're welcome," is all he said. "I'll be right back," I told him and made my exit, swaying my hips ...
    as I walked away, knowing that he was looking at me, looking at my round ass and my swaying hips and my chestnut hair. And getting hard again, I hoped. I can be a tease when I want to. I went back to my room and almost turned down the bed before stopping myself. I hadn't gotten anywhere yet, I had only given him a little show, and I hadn't checked his reaction. Except for that one look he had given me which said that he saw a woman, not a teacher, when he looked at me, and he was brave enough to want me to see a man when I looked at him. I changed into shorts and a no-bra bra and a clingy sport shirt at least one size too small for my chest. It was nice and tight, and you could sure as hell see my nipples, even when they weren't hard. I looked at myself in the mirror. I did look like a schoolboy's fantasy -- lush rounded curves, a pert nose and a pretty face. This is a virgin boy, I told myself. He wants me, I want him, all I have to do is make it easy. I walked back into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of milk and as I turned around I tripped and spilled it all over him. Yes, it was deliberate. But it all felt so natural it seemed like an accident, even to me. "Omigod, I'm sorry!" I covered my mouth with my hands in mock horror. "Don't move, I'll clean you up." I stalled around the kitchen pretending to hunt for the paper towels while I let the milk soak in, then found them and tried to wipe him off. "This is going to stain I'm afraid. Unless they're washed right away. ...
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