Stolen Innocence - Sex Stories

Stolen Innocence

... my panties and play with my exposed clit, became so irresistible that I had to control myself more than once.

But that day everything became different. For some reason, Iwanted him to see.

Before, when my blondie guy had just entered my life, I knew I had all the time later when he was finished with his shift, to strip naked in front of the mirror.

I loved to slightly open my legs to glance at my inner lips slipping through my fingers while I was having an orgasm. To gaze at my body, my erect nipples and firm breasts while my pussy contracted with pleasure drove me wild. I could finally obtain the release I so much craved, and needed. My hands could nicely circle my swollen clit, and play all around my pussy as much as I wanted in my own private space.

I liked to start slowly and then gradually pick up the pace, keeping my eyes half-open to catch glimpses of my facial expressions at the peak of my orgasms. I used to moan as quietly as I could, mindful of the room's thin walls, thinking about the guy finally touching my body with his still dusty and sweaty hands.

I wanted him to explore and dirt every inch of me, literally and metaphorically.

Now I didn't want my private space anymore. I longed to do all this right in front of him. Looking straight at him, to see his reaction while he gazed at me, holding his cock, throbbing with desire, in his hands.

That was all I wanted that day. I wasn't sure I'd be able to do it, but the lusty feeling was the most ...

... intense I'd ever felt in my life up until then.

Am I normal?!

I asked myself. Not only did I want to show my naked body to a stranger, but also tease him by pleasuring myself in front of him.

The doubts dissolved into thin air as the feeling was of such intensity that my body and mind had to surrender to it. Normal or not, sinful or not, I didn't care anymore. I wanted to do it and enjoy it, despite the guilt I still felt, this time only in the back of my mind.

That day, something had changed; I felt different, more daring, and sexy, finally realizing the power I had over him. Sitting on the scaffolding like every day, he was having his usual half-hour break with a beer in his hand, his hair and chest dripping wet from the extreme heat. Finally,my moment had come.

Well well, we are frisky today!

Mentally referring to his behavior.

His glances were, in fact, even more blatant and sultry than usual that afternoon. It was like our minds were tuned into each other, so much that while he was drinking his beer, I was the one feeling the effects on the other side of the road.

That was the point of no return for me. I lost control of my urges, my modesty, and any residual shyness.

My lust took over and, unconsciously, almost possessed, I thought I was going to show him what 'Innocent little Laura' and her body could do to his mind... and his cock. I wanted to see him getting as hard as steel, unable to control his hand and his urges, just by looking at me. I ...