Runaround Sue - Sex Stories

Runaround Sue

... material and to see her little bikini panties. She would strut around me, lean forward and watch my eyes drop to her chest, and, her favorite, to find a way to flash glimpses of panty crotch by opening and closing her legs. Once when I was alone in the room lying on the floor watching TV, Sue came in to tell me something. She came in and stood right over me, straddling my head with a foot on either side, allowing me to look straight up the length of her legs to see the breathtaking view of her panties from directly underneath. It was an indelible image that I played over and over again for hundreds of masturbatory orgasms. One time when Sue needed to quickly change her clothes, she "borrowed" my room for a couple of minutes. When she rushed out, she had left her cute little pink panties in a pile on my bedroom floor. When I entered my room, I shut the door (we didn't have locks on our doors) fell to my knees and immediately began smelling and feeling Sue's panties on my face. Within minutes, my pants were undone and I was beating off, licking the crotch of her still-warm panties. Just then the door flew open. "Caught Ya!" Sue cried. I was mortified. But Sue just closed the door and hopped up on my bed. "I was just wondering what you might do if I left you alone with my panties," she said, giggling. I was still on the floor with my erect penis exposed, embarrassed and confused. "Do you wanna keep 'em?" she asked. "Yeah," I stammered. "Well, you have to say, 'pretty, pretty ...

... please, with sugar on top," she said. As she said this she sat up on my bed and crossed her legs. I was eye level with her knees. I started to repeat the words and try to zipper my pants at the same time. "Don't zip your pants," she said, "I want to see you play with yourself." As she said that she uncrossed her legs and parted her knees slightly. "Do you like looking at me, Jimmy?" she asked. I had lost my voice, and could only nod my head. "Do I make your penis all hard?" I nodded again, my eyes focused on her thighs and the hem of her short skirt, trying to catch another glimpse up her skirt. She then scooted back on my bed, with her back against the wall, and lifted her knees up to her chin. Her panties now completely and gorgeously exposed. "Be my sugar baby, Jimmy, make it spurt. I want you to make it spurt," she said. Still on my knees, my eyes glued on her thighs and panties, I spurted and spurted. "Wow," she said. "That's so cool." She hopped off the bed. "Here's another present for you, sugar baby. Think of me tonight." With that, she wiggled out of the panties she was wearing, and I now had a special nickname and two of Sue's panties--the beginning of a lifelong collection. My sister Ellen sometimes saw me as a nuisance, but Sue always seemed to be happy to have me around, and loved the adoring attention I paid to her. Even Ellen, however, found a use for me. As the girls had the boy crazy reputation, my parents thought the situation would stay safe if I was included ...