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When I Was A Kid
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Straight Female / 37
I grew up with wealthy grandparents and they had a driver who took me to school and picked me up.
On one trip to school he decided that he needed to straighten out my clothes and he ran his hands all over me, rubbing my bottom, pulling up my skirt and adjusting my panties so they were nice and tight. When he left me off at school, he straightened my hair before letting me out of the car.
After that I got a dress review every day and as part of my dress review he would make sure my panties were properly on and would touch me and rub his fingers between my legs to make sure my panties were not bunched up. My dress review was always at the same place, an abandoned gas station, and I would stand beside the car and hold on to his arms while made sure I was dressed to his liking.
We did this every day before taking me to school, I was always quick to get out of the car, and wait for him to check on my clothes. One day, after he had spent a few minutes with my panties, he stopped and said he needed to urinate. Looking over his showlder to make sure no one was coming that way, he pulled his penis out of his pants and asked me to help him hold his penis while he urinated on the ground.
The feelign of his penis in my hand made cross my legs back and forth, but I held his penis until he finished urinating. I became good friends with his penis and soon had his penis rubbing against my legs and against my crotch. Until one day, instead of getting out of the car, he asked me to come up front with him, and he helped me out of my panties and with his penis out of his pants, he pulled me up onto his lap and I slowly accomodated his penis until I was sitting on it all the way in me.
We were close friends all through the days he took me to school. As time went on we started to go back to his home in the afternoon while I was supposedly in one or another after school activity.
I can't say that any of this every hurt me in any way, quite the opposite, by the time I got the point of having a real boyfriend, and then a husband I was very comfortable with myself and sharing myself for the many forms of sex.
I often think of my friend, I haven't seen or talked to him in ages, and I wonder if he is still alive.
On one trip to school he decided that he needed to straighten out my clothes and he ran his hands all over me, rubbing my bottom, pulling up my skirt and adjusting my panties so they were nice and tight. When he left me off at school, he straightened my hair before letting me out of the car.
After that I got a dress review every day and as part of my dress review he would make sure my panties were properly on and would touch me and rub his fingers between my legs to make sure my panties were not bunched up. My dress review was always at the same place, an abandoned gas station, and I would stand beside the car and hold on to his arms while made sure I was dressed to his liking.
We did this every day before taking me to school, I was always quick to get out of the car, and wait for him to check on my clothes. One day, after he had spent a few minutes with my panties, he stopped and said he needed to urinate. Looking over his showlder to make sure no one was coming that way, he pulled his penis out of his pants and asked me to help him hold his penis while he urinated on the ground.
The feelign of his penis in my hand made cross my legs back and forth, but I held his penis until he finished urinating. I became good friends with his penis and soon had his penis rubbing against my legs and against my crotch. Until one day, instead of getting out of the car, he asked me to come up front with him, and he helped me out of my panties and with his penis out of his pants, he pulled me up onto his lap and I slowly accomodated his penis until I was sitting on it all the way in me.
We were close friends all through the days he took me to school. As time went on we started to go back to his home in the afternoon while I was supposedly in one or another after school activity.
I can't say that any of this every hurt me in any way, quite the opposite, by the time I got the point of having a real boyfriend, and then a husband I was very comfortable with myself and sharing myself for the many forms of sex.
I often think of my friend, I haven't seen or talked to him in ages, and I wonder if he is still alive.
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