Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 7 - Sex Stories

Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 7

... breasts and groin with my hands, but I had the strongest feeling of déjà vu. Why was this familiar? It wasn’t every day I was trapped naked in an amusement park sideshow. Trapped naked! Then it came to me, that time when Kevin blindfolded me and tricked me into thinking there was a stranger in the room while I was tied to the bed. This was just like that! And this exact thing was something Kevin and I had joked about earlier on the phone: me helpless in the booth and a stranger creeping in to have his way. Oh my God, Kevin was playing another sexy game with me, but this time he was going to make me come in front of the entire graduating class! My body immediately pricked with goose bumps all over. I know I had been contemplating bringing myself to climax just a few moments earlier, but to have it done to me – forced to an orgasm almost against my will – well I think I just found my new gold-standard erotic fantasy. Oh, was I horny before? That was nothing! Every second I stood there with nothing happening, my excitement mounted and with the hand covering my pussy I could feel the heat pouring from my core. C’mon Kevin, take me! Only vaguely aware of the occasional sponge splatting against the booth, I wasn’t engaging the crowd anymore; all of my concentration was focussed inwards on the booth. I reached behind me with both hands, feeling for Kevin with fingers splayed. I was so confident he was there I didn’t even jump when he put his hand in mine and gently squeezed, giving ...

... me what I imagined to be a silent ‘Atta girl, go you crazy sex goddess’ for the pleasant surprise of finding me naked and ready for him. And ready? Goodness, I felt like a whistling kettle, I was so ready! I placed the hand I was holding on my breast, showing him how hard my nipples were. For a moment he just cupped me lightly, moulding to my shape with his warm fingers as he basked in the sexy surprise of finding me naked, but then lifted the small weight of my breast as if testing it for firmness while he brushed a thumb tantalisingly across my areola. “Mmmmm,” I sighed. “It’s quite nice in here,” I teased the crowd of boys outside who hadn’t hit me with a sponge for a while. “I think I might stay a while.” Of course the message was laced with a second meaning for Kevin; it meant “go for it, I’m ready”. He cupped my other breast and I could sense him standing close behind, not quite touching me with his body. Unable to talk to him directly, I placed my hands over his and slowly rolled my torso in what I hoped was an erotic fashion to let him know how he was making me feel. Running my fingers down his forearms, I broke contact and tried reaching behind to stroke him through his trousers, but he took a step back to dodge me and then – holding my wrists – he gently directed my hands to the wall in front. The implication was obvious: you’re trapped, you’re my sex toy, brace yourself and leave the fucking to me. Well if you say so! I was almost shaking, I was so excited. I kept ...