The Danielle Discovery - Sex Stories

The Danielle Discovery

... decided to play along. Reaching into my bag I first of all took out a ruled pad and pen and placed them on the table next to my worksheet. Then reaching to the bottom I retrieved the neatly folded pink thong I had placed there on Friday and discretely passed them under the table to her - even though there was nobody else around. My recognition of the secrecy she clearly wished to maintain was enough to elicit a little chuckle and a begrudging smile.

"How come you said you didn't have your kit?" she asked, while peering at the towel visible in my now open bag.

I wasn't sure whether to tell the truth or not in this instance. But I wanted to build her trust and figured the best way to do that was probably to be honest, even if it risked freaking her out.

"Wanted to hang out with you." I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

"Wanted to get into my pants again more like!" she retorted, seeing straight through my half-truth. She shook her head and rolled her eyes.

"S'pose you think I'm just going to bend over the table and let you fuck me here and now!" she joked.

"Hardly." I replied, while mentally visualising that option. I started getting a hard-on and decided to turn my attention to my worksheet.

"You don't have to do that you know - nobody ever asks to see the answers." said Danielle as she watched me write.

While she was probably correct (she would know afterall), knowing my luck, if I didn't do it, Mr Dunn would indeed ask to see what I had done with the ...

... hour, so I continued despite Danielle's growing insistence that I needn't bother. Looking at the contents of the sheet, I also realised that it probably only required about 15 minutes of actual effort to complete, so I figured I could get it out of the way. However Danielle had other plans. She had stood up from her table and moved in front of the vending machine which was next to my seat. She inserted some coins and made a ***********ion which dropped to the bottom of the machine with a thud. As I glanced up from my writing, I observed Danielle slowly bending over to reach into the cavity of the machine. In so doing, her ass was practically in my face, her orange thong appeared above her waistline (as did a little of her crack) and she paused in that position, pretending to fish around in the machine, intentionally gyrating her ass in front of me. With that my semi was going nowhere.

Eventually she retrieved the can of coke from the machine and turned around. She returned to her table and sat down - moving her chair closer to my table in the process. A second or so after she sat down I became aware of her foot, pressing in between my legs, running up and down my ballooning shaft. I reached down and felt her ankle and running my hand up her trouser leg as I continued to try and write. Danielle's legs were clean shaven and I enjoyed running my hand up and down her smooth calf while she pressed and rubbed my cock with her foot and teased my balls with her toes. In no time at ...