The Danielle Discovery - Sex Stories

The Danielle Discovery

... herself. I joined in with a similar sounding "mmmm" of encouragement. I ran my hands over her exposed back and down onto her backside. I wanted to slip my hands under her trousers but resisted the temptation. Instead I moved round to her belly, pausing to explore her navel, which she seemed to enjoy, then I continued to massage her breasts. All the while alternating sucking from one nipple to another.

I have no idea how long this went on for but Danielle kept expressing groans of enjoyment and at one point started running her fingers through my thin hair. Her right hand had eventually ended up between her legs and was moving back and forth ocassionally over her trousers. She was secretly, maybe unconsciously, playing with herself!

This had all started out as a cold business transaction. I had expected a standoffish Danielle to be disengaged from my naive exploration of her body. Instead she was clearly making the most of the experience and relaxed enough in my company to express her pleasure. This made it all the more arousing for me. My cock was now throbbing and I could feel pre-cum wetting my briefs. To be honest I was pretty concerned that it all might get too much for my inexperienced body and that I'd end up embarrassing myself irrecoverably. It also made me wonder what was going on in Danielle's pants at this stage, so I stopped sucking on her tits and stood up again to face her, taking my hands off her for a moment.

"Can I see your pussy now?" I asked her, ...

... intentionally looking into her eyes. She stopped staring at window behind my head and looked back into my eyes too.

"If you want" she replied, while taking hold of the belt around her waist and pulling it tight.

Danielle was unusual amongst the girls at school, most of whom wore pleated skirts (as short as they could get away with!) and tights. Danielle always wore black, slightly flared dress trousers made of a stretchy fabric. In common with her white v-neck, the trousers were probably too small, but this meant that they tightly hugged her peachy ass, showing off her cheeks rather explicitly. She also wore brightly coloured thongs that became visible whenever she bent over - these varied in luminous hues seemingly on a daily basis. While pleated skirts were undeniably sexy, Danielle's figure hugging style was infinitely more so. She knew how to make the most of what she had.

Danielle released the gold buckle on her belt then, using both hands, squeezed the waistband of her trousers together releasing the internal clasp. Finally she unzipped a small fly at the front. Her trousers didn't go anywhere however, owing to their snug fit over her hips. She moved a bit awkwardly and I realised she was stepping out of her shoes. These, it turned out, had a reasonable heel - probably an inch - so as she stepped out of them she became noticeably shorter. Her eye line now no longer matched my own and I had to look down at her, her formidability being dealt another blow in the ...