One Thousand Apologies - Part 3 (revised) - Sex Stories

One Thousand Apologies - Part 3 (revised)

... to tell me that she placed the parrot that I had won her front and center on her dresser. Monday was the first game of the playoff finals, with my team Pepsi-Cola vs Miller Pontiac. Aunt Tess brought all her kids, but again I didn’t play and although Hannah and I saw each other there was no chance for alone time. We rolled to an easy 3-0 victory, and it was only eight thirty when I met up with my cousins after the game. They offered the obligatory congratulations and small talk, but as we were preparing to go our own ways Hannah turned to her mother and asked, “Mom, can Joe bring me home - pleeease?” My aunt gave me a look, wanting my opinion. “Sure, no problem.” Turning to Hannah, I asked, “You want to stop at Dairy Queen?” She couldn’t hide her giddiness, squealing “thank you mom!” as she bounced up and down. I surely hoped Aunt Tess wouldn’t get the right idea about what was really going on. At DQ Hannah got a vanilla cone with sprinkles while I got my usual strawberry milk shake. As I drove towards her house I could see her swirl her tongue around the ice cream, then suck it all into her mouth. This girl was such a tease, and she was getting lots of movement down below my belt. Not wanting to drop her off yet, I remembered a dirt road up ahead which I thought would offer some degree of privacy. Maybe a hundred feet up there was a clearing where I turned the car to face the paved road. Anyone would have to come from further up into the woods for us not to see them ...

... approach. Hannah looked around and with a confused look asked, “where are you goin’ up here?” My heart was pounding in anticipation as I said, “We haven’t had a chance to be alone yet today.” We stared at each other awkwardly for a few seconds before I leaned my face forward for a kiss. I tried reaching for her breast with my left hand, but was getting poked in my side by the gear shift. This wasn’t going to be easy in such a small car. Getting frustrated, I asked “wanna try the back seat?” That wasn’t easy access in a two door compact car, and once there we still didn’t have enough room to maneuver to be able to face each other. A few kisses, a few gropes of her clothed breast, but it was obvious this wasn’t working very well. Dejected, I asked “This isn’t working very well. Can I take you home and we can try again later?” She nodded in agreement. We got back in the front seat, fixed our clothes, and I resumed taking her home. Not quite satisfied, I pulled over to the curb a block from her house to get a few final kisses as the daylight was fading. As we continued the second round of front seat necking, I noticed a young girl approaching on a bicycle. Hannah and I both straightened in our seats as the girl came to a stop next to my rolled down window. She spoke first. “I saw what you were doing.” “And what were we doing?” I asked sarcastically. “You were kissing her and touching her boob - I know about sex.” This was getting interesting very fast. “How old are you?” “Eleven.” Shit, ...