Stacy's Submission - Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Stacy's Submission - Chapter 1

... pushing into her hand tingles with delight and need. Come on, you have work to do. And you've got to work out today too! Stacy's other hand falls down to her white panties. The dampness between her legs calls to her as she traces the outline of her engorged lips through the soft fabric. She bites into her bottom lip, trying to suppress the urge to put her fingers down inside her panties. She squeezes her breast tighter. It only causes the pressure inside her to grow. I wonder what it would be like to kiss her… to press her body into mine… Stacy's fingers pull her panties to the side as she gets lost in her imagination. I would do anything to get to kiss her neck… to suck on her nipples… even just one of them. Stacy's fingers find her wet lips. They threaten to push gently inside. I bet she has the cutest little tongue. I would let her do anything with it… Stacy's breathing becomes shallow and her hands get clammy. Wrap your legs around me…grab my ass and… put your fingers… Stacy's fingers play with her moist, trembling lips. …Inside me… Stacy bites her lip hard as she's about to sink her tips into her honey. You have to go running Stacy! "Goddamnit… I hate myself." ~~~~~~ Stacy runs through the park. She's in her running outfit. It's almost too dorky looking. Her shorts and top are a matching bright blue and she's got sweat bands on her head and wrists. Her hair sits in a ponytail as she jogs. She's not as timid as she looked before. She carries a slight fierceness in her ...

... eyes as she pushes herself up a hill. Breathing harder now, she feels her calves start to really burn. Keep going. Keep going. Don't even think about stopping. You have to do this! Stacy is sweating hard and still going. Every muscle in her body sears with pain. You coward. This is what you get. Stacy struggles up an even larger, steeper hill. Come on, prove you aren't scared. Prove you can do this. If you can do this, you can do anything. Her lungs scream for relief. It feels like there's acid streaming through her veins. She keeps going. She reaches the top and shrieks with relief. A man walking his dog passes by her. He gives her a weird look. She's too tired to be embarrassed as she hunches over to catch her breath. On the way home, she passes the restaurant. The waitress is still there, cleaning tables on the patio. Despite her exhaustion, Stacy's nerves make her stomach uncomfortable. Come on. You have to do this. You have to talk to her. Or you'll never forgive yourself… ~~~~~~ Stacy finishes a hot shower and blow dries her hair. She lays out a bunch of outfits on her bed as she tries to decide on one. Cute? Or Sexy…? ~~~~~~ Stacy waits across the street from the restaurant. She takes a deep breath. She stands somewhat awkwardly in her barely-worn heels and fiddles with the bottom of her dress, trying to make it hang properly. Her hair is brushed over her shoulders and held in place by two hair clips. They're adorned with little pink bows. Stacy's nervousness starts ...