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Alice Upside Down

Alice Upside Down Alice sits in her study behind her wooden desk. It's winter and the small fireplace glows with a roaring fire. The crackling flames make good background noise for the rooms only other sound is the tick of a large grandfather clock. The beat seems to be getting slower and slower as time swings by. &#034Oh I'm so board.&#034 Alice declares to herself as she lays the fountain pen she got for her eighteenth birthday down on the desk. She starts to fiddle with the hem about the neck of her frilly blue summer dress. Her innocent fiddling soon turns into something a little more taboo as she realises that she is in fact inadvertently caressing her pert supple young breasts. With her new awareness she continues to caress her perfectly shaped and ample bosom the pads of her fingers slowly creeping lower and lower as she begins to aimlessly explores beneath her lacy white bra. It isn't' long before the tips of her fingers reach her firm hard nipple, cold from the freezing air of her study, the walls and the burning fire her only defence from and the elements outside. It is dark and there is little she can see through the window. It occurs to her that someone could very well be watching her from the other side of the window. That and the thought thought of her tutor walking in to check on her at any time is enough to get her heart racing. She should stop, she knows she should stop, her heart is pounding and the hairs at the back of her neck are stood to attention. ...

... Instead she delves further into her lacy underwear. Her soft hand feels good against her perky bust. The contrast of her warm soft hand and delicate fingers gently gliding over her firm cold silky smooth chest is most pleasurable. Her chest soon warms, she starts to fondle her firm nipple, lightly squeezing it, sending an electric shock of pleasure through her chest and into her body. &#034Mmmmm.&#034 she sighs as she closes her eyes. She plays with her nipple for a while and she soon forgets about the cold. She squeezes harder and harder, as hard as she can. It should hurt, it should really hurt but somehow hurts in a good way. She removes her hand from her bra, her heart is throbbing in her chest in a hard yet steady beat. She should be studying and if Mr burrows walks in she will be in so much trouble. She takes her soft warm hand and places it on her lower thigh as she tucks her other hand under the collar of her dress and grasps it as if it has suddenly tightened around her neck. She takes a deep breath as her mind starts to fill with her dirty little thoughts. 'Well my hand is under the desk, if someone walks in no one will see it. Surely that's MORE sensible than fondling my chest. I'm nineteen now I can do what I want with my body.' She knows what she's doing is so very very bad but it's so much more appealing than the monotonous chore of algebra homework. Her delicate little fingers start to wonder from her knee, gently strolling up her cold thigh. Her finger and thumb ...