Under the bleachers - Sex Stories

Under the bleachers

... tiny Jamie's pussy was, but he looked forward to filling her up regardless. It must have taken Bill a full hour to get even a moment of work done. Even then, he was doing it half-mast. And just when he started to return to his papers, a glance down below his desk revealed Jamie's pair of sexy black underwear. He reached down to grab them just before the bell rang, shoving them quickly in his pocket. Students filed in for his last class of the day. But no matter what he tried, he could not get his mind off of finding Jamie and releasing all his pent-up arousal deep into her young, snug insides. Even the glimpse of other pretty high schoolers in his class had Bill pining to be with his daughter again. The damp black lingerie that he kept thumbing in his pocket was calling to him, convincing him of what he had to do. He wanted her so by the time class ended that he was out the door before any of his students. He glided down the halls, checking first at her locker and then the place in the lobby where all the cheerleaders seemed to congregate. She wasn't in either place. Downstairs he checked the gym, and didn't see any of the girls out on the floor warming up for practice. As Jenny, another cheerleader walked toward the girls' locker room, he called out to her . "Tell Jamie her father needs to see her right away, will you Jenny?" "Sure Mr. Reynolds!" she responded. Jenny was always curiously nice to him. Inside the locker room Jamie's friend relayed the message. Girls who ...

... overheard "ooo-ed" and "ahh-ed" or taunted that Jamie was in trouble. Jamie herself wondered what her dad could want badly enough to pull her out of practice. Quickly she pulled on the rest of her cheerleading outfit. They had really gotten away with showing a lot of skin this year, with a halter-top and skirt that barely covered her behind. Of course, they had matching boy-shorts to cover up on spin and jump moves, but in her haste Jamie hadn't put them on. It reminded her of earlier that day, which obviously brought a certain heat beneath her skirt. Sure enough, her father was waiting close by. "Hey Dad, what's up..." Jamie started, but her father interrupted. "You're not in trouble Jamie but follow me." He grabbed her by the arm and quickly led her across the gym. Jamie was nervous but admittedly excited about what was going on. She always liked it when boys were a little agressive; her father's strong grasp sent butterflies fluttering through her tummy. When they reached the other side of the gym she thought he would take them through the exit doors next to the bleachers. Instead she watched her father check around them, standing next to the plastic panels blocking entry beneath the bleachers. When he seemed sure nobody was watching, Bill ducked behind the false wall and dragged his daughter with him. It was darker there; nobody could see without looking for them. Once they were both safely concealed, Bill pulled his daughter in close and pressed her against the wall of the ...