My Walk To School

Growing up in Norther Arizona, running wild in the woods and high mountain ranges was kind of magical.
I loved the creeks and fields in nothing but a bikini top, shorts and a smile.
I was taught at a young age that it was natural to wear as little as possible and never feel self-conscious about it.

By the time I was fourteen, I was no longer a virgin or ashamed about my urges to self-pleasure myself.
I was young, horny and ready to explore my limits.
I was very aware of how older men could be easily aroused and how gentle they can be while cleaning off their man-milk from your face afterwards.

I definitely didn't like boys my age. Most treated me like shit and called me flat-chested and f-ugly. I was tall for Junior High and very skinny. I also wore glasses so I was bullied and had no real friends. That left me a lot of time with my sexual addictions.

I lived about a mile away from the Jr. High School and would walk all by myself thinking about ways to meet the nice men that waved to me from their porches. I would go by in my knee length skirt that I would roll up till you could barely see my panties. You have to use bait if you want to catch fish, my step daddy used to say.

There was this nice retired man that would always be there on his porch swing drinking coffee and calling out to me. He knew my family and my first name. If I was early enough, I would stop by and have a Mr. Pibb and talk a bit. His wife passed away years back and he was always lonely. I loved the way he treated me like an adult and not a kid. He always told me how pretty I was and that I should care what anyone said. After school, I would walk by and if his paper was laying on his drive, I'd take it up to his door and drop it off.

This was the year I took up cross country, track and basketball. I wanted to make some friends and get out of the house. I guess I was getting into a lot of arguments with my mom and my stepdad was constantly trying to play daddy. He was no longer treating me like his little girl but more like a red headed step child. But that's a story for another day.

It was middle August and I was coming home sweaty, hot and tired. It was starting to get dark out but I saw the old guy's paper out on the drive. As I got to front door, I could see him through the partly open curtain. He was sitting in his recliner with his camcorder connected to the TV watching a video furiously jerking-off. Look, it was not really shocking to me. All men do that. I’ve known this from a very early age. I was kind of interested to see what kind of video he had recorded that would have him trying to start his crotch on fire with all that rubbing.
As I pressed my face to the glass and tilted my neck a bit, I could make out the person on the video.

It was me. I was sitting on his porch, opposite to him, facing his picture window. He had videotaped me through the blinds. You could see up my skirt. My panties were pink on this day and you could easily see my perfectly framed camel toe. The picture quality was excellent. The audio was turn down and he was listening to some oldies on the radio. It was that song by Smoky Robinson – Ooh, Baby, Baby.

I wasn’t mad at him. I was really turned on that he was masturbating to my video. Of course, I knocked on his door. I heard him knocking things over as he tried to pull up his pants and put away his camcorder. When he came to the door, he was out of breath and wide-eyed as soon as he recognized my face.

After a few pleasantries, I handed him his paper and asked him what he was up to. The smell of his musky act was still strong in the air. He told me he was just watching TV. I asked him if I could watch some with him. My mom was working late and I had plenty of time. Maybe he could give me a ride later.

I was so pleased with the way he was blushing and sweating. I went to the kitchen and got a glass of water. As I came back to the living room, he was trying to hide the camcorder and wires in the closet. I could barely hold back my laughter. I turned the TV back on and changed the channel to HBO. I believe that the movie 50 Shades Darker was already on. As he sat down on his leather recliner, the man on the TV was fucking this gal on a pool table. By the way, this is the same chair he was just masturbating on.

He started to apologize for the movie but I just quieted him down right away. I told him I was not offended and I loved watching dramas with sex scenes. I wasn’t a child anymore and not even a virgin.

I turned off the lamp beside his chair and sat down slowly on his knee.
The room was lit by only the video of the man fucking this chick hard on the pool table. After about five minutes of moaning and fucking sounds, I started to slowly shift back and forth on his knee. As the fucking got more intense, I slid back against his thigh and slid my other leg completely over his lap.

We sat there like that with my head back against his chest. My panties were now completely exposed as my skirt was riding high on my waist. I could tell he was trying really hard not to get aroused but he lost that battle. He was fully erect and his hot member was pressing firmly against my butt crack. So I slowly began grinding and squeezing it with my ass cheeks, like I was trying to cling to it for dear life. I slid up and down, slowly crushing it.

That did the trick. I felt his big hands reaching under my top. He knew exactly where to touch me and how hard to pinch. He stopped just long enough to turn off the TV. In the dark, his tongue explored every inch of my mouth as his hands did my body.

His shifted his body as I felt his pants drop to the floor. His cock was wet as it slapped against my thigh. With one hand he guided himself past my panties and into my wetness. Slowly at first and then purposefully he picked up his pace. I could tell he hadn’t been with a woman for the way that he became so very primal. He was so deep inside me that I didn’t know where he ended and I began.

I began orgasming over and over like waves washing over the rocks. I was holding onto the armrests for dear life until his final thrust. He wrapped both arms around my waist and held me while I could feel his shudder and his cock twitch and pulsate inside me.

I don’t want to bore you with the conversation afterwards or the awkward ride home, but I will say that I left a very sticky wet mess on his truck’s leather seat.