One rainy night - Sex Stories

One rainy night

One Rainy Night Amy's Night Out I checked my watch, it was almost 9pm, and I’d be heading towards home soon. I know it seems a very early time to be going home on a night out, even though I turned 17 a week ago but what can I say, I’m a good girl. It had been a nice night, I’d reconnected with a couple of girlfriends I had at school, I hadn’t seen most of them since leaving school last year so it was really nice seeing the old faces there. That also explained what we were wearing. To commemorate a full year since leaving school we had each dressed in our old uniform for the night. I had grown since the last time I’d worn these clothes. The hemline of my skirt, which had once neatly rested just slightly above my knee, (as per school regulations), was now around my shapely thighs. It was a little tighter on my waist but not much, I haven’t gained any fat since school but I’m still a growing girl. Speaking of growing, my chest, which once resembled an ironing board with two aspirins on it, had finally sprouted a fine set of tits! Now, they aren’t massive, in fact to a lot of people they may seem small, but compared to what I had before, these things were like melons! I think the other girls were pretty surprised to see the two proud lumps of flesh pushing against my brilliant white shirt, the tie (black with blue stripes as per another fucking school regulation) rested neatly between them. I’d considered going braless to further show myself off but something stopped me. I’m ...

... not a prude, one look at the size of my skirt would dismiss any concerns you have of that, but I’m not an exhibitionist. I have nothing to be ashamed of when it comes to looks, I have nice legs still, they used to be quite muscular from all the cross county running and cycling but since leaving school I’d become rather lazy so some of the muscles had reduced in size and, if I say so myself, my legs look all the better for it. Contrary to popular belief, school uniforms don’t always include thigh high white socks…sorry but it was against school regulations, so an admittedly boring pair of grey (school approved) socks were pulled up to just cover my shins. My legs might be my best feature to some people, a lot of the looks I was getting that night seemed to back that idea up, but my long hair that comes all the way down to the middle of my back is one thing I'm very proud of. I'm a natural redhead and when I take the hair clips out and let it loose I always get lustful glances from people around me. My uniform was completed with a blazer (for those of you who don’t know, a blazer is kind of like a suit jacket…like posh kids wear at Eton or Harvard) it was navy blue and adorned with the school crest and logo. There were five of us altogether and we were attracting attention but it was all quite harmless. I finished my small bottle of lager (I'm a lightweight) and checked my watch again, it had just passed 9pm. Time to go. I picked up my long coat and said my goodbyes to my former ...