Stolen Innocence - Sex Stories

Stolen Innocence

... solace and pleasure in my orgasms, despite the shame I still felt so strongly, due to my strict Catholic upbringing.

I didn't like being the center of attention, but there was a part of me – an adventurous spirit – that relished the thrill of sexually risky situations, both in my fantasies and when masturbating.

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So, back to that glorious day that changed everything... what did I do that was SO outrageous and out of character to completely wipe away my innocence?

It all started quite simply: with the renovation of the building in front of my window. My desk was positioned right there to catch as much light as possible while I studied. The street was narrow, only about five meters across, maybe less, so direct sunlight on my window was rare. But when the renovation began, I found myself enjoying, up close, a different kind of view.

It was the one of a young hot worker, assigned to that side of the building, pacing the scaffolding right in front of me every single day.

What a delightful sight he was: barely over twenty, tanned, shirtless, flaunting a perfect body and an even more captivating face. His golden blonde hair casually left long for a wild look, and the most incredible green eyes I had ever seen, complemented a masculine yet delicately sexy face.

Don't look, Laura. Don't look!

Shy as I was, I didn't dare look at him directly. But, with a book in my hands, which ...

... half covered my face, I threw furtive glances in his direction.

But I could feel his eyes glued to me, constantly looking towards the window. Every day I changed my outfit just for him, knowing he would notice. I wore cute summer dresses, mostly innocent with a hint of provoking sassiness to them. Even though they were quite short, they still left a lot to the imagination, hugging my young body in a cute yet subtle way.

It was like being on an unspoken date.

He's late today!

I was always nervous when I didn't see him right away. But my anxiety was immediately replaced by the feeling of my wet pussy and cold sweat on my neck the moment he showed up and started working. I knew he was having as much fun as I was when he slowly ran his hands through his blonde hair or wiped the sweat from his oh-so-sexy body, taking a quick, cheeky glance out the window.

The more I saw him, the more I thought his golden hair, piercing eyes, and fabulous firm ass deserved a special place on the UNESCO World Heritage List. Yes, to put it bluntly, I was totally drooling over him.

This sneaky exchange of glances continued for weeks, driving me utterly insane.

I wish I could be braver and have some real fun...why I'm so fucking blocked?!

This was becoming a constant thought. How wrong I was!

Those days in late July were becoming as hot as my body and pussy were all the time: boiling, to a point of no return. With him right there, the massive urge I had to slide my fingers in ...