Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 7 - Sex Stories

Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 7

... beneath my bra and I was overcome by the excitement of my helplessness and near nakedness with everyone around me. “Go on, Mr Mitchell,” someone backed me up. “Chuck it lefty! She’s already as wet as she’s gonna get.” Oh, now that’s where you’re wrong young man. I felt with two fingers down my panties and although I was wet, I was getting a good deal wetter by the minute. On top of my adventure with Josh on The Enterprise, I was feeling so turned on! Throwing caution to the wind, I shrugged off my bra and then skinned my panties down my thighs to leave me completely naked and unutterably horny in the Sponge Toss booth. “I’m drying off over here Mr Mitchell,” I called happily, cupping one breast and slipping a finger into my pussy. “If you’re going to chicken out, let someone else have a go.” “I have three left, Jeannie,” he retaliated. “How would you like them all at once?” “I can take whatever you’re dishing out,” I shot back, grinning happily while I fantasised about Superman watching me with his x-ray vision. “Bring it!” “Volunteers?” Mr Mitchell offered sponges to two of the senior boys standing closest who took them with uncontained delight. “On ‘three’, boys,” he said, playfully winding up like a baseball pitcher. “One! … Two! …” As he yelled ‘three’, his two partners hurled their sponges as hard as they could manage – one splatting to my right and the other almost sailing over the booth – but Mr Mitchell sent in another gentle overarm that hit me directly in the ...

... mouth, making me spit water as I shook the spray from my eyes. As it hit, I plunged a second finger into my pussy, and the adrenaline rush from the cold sponge combined with the pleasure in my love canal sent warm explosions of lust and ecstasy through my naked body. “You okay, Jeannie?” Mr Mitchell called. “Never better, Mr Mitchell,” I smiled, blowing a drip from my nose. “Isn’t there somewhere you need to be?” “Keep up the banter, Jeannie, and we’ll have that new technology centre in no time,” he called back, walking away with a smile. Some more kids had a go and some of them scored hits. I didn’t care; I was secretly masturbating in front of them and nobody knew. It was such a powerfully erotic feeling! I was just contemplating whether I should give in to the temptation to climax when I heard a furtive movement behind the booth. My breath caught in my throat and my blood turned to ice; oh my God, I was going to get caught! With the worst possible timing, a sponge hit me and I ended up swallowing some water. As I was coughing and snorting and trying to get some air, I heard the door behind me open and quickly close again. And then … nothing! Silence in the Sponge Toss booth. What must I look like from outside? My eyes were probably the size of dinner plates. I made a conscious effort to appear relaxed. How long had it been since the door closed? Five seconds? Ten? Was there someone inside with me? Or was it a casual passer-by looking for the toilets? I unconsciously covered my ...