The Danielle Discovery - Sex Stories

The Danielle Discovery

... didn't have French on Fridays and hadn't seen Danielle in the corridors throughout the morning. As I walked through the underpass that was on my route home, I heard footsteps echo from behind. As I turned at the end of the tunnel to walk up the steps, I glanced to my left and realised it was Danielle. She was following me a good distance back. I guess in the absence of smart phones and google maps, the only way to find out where I actually lived was for Danielle to follow me. I hadn't considered that she might not know where my street was. I initially thought about stopping so that she could catch up, but then realised that there was a reason she was trailing at a distance - she likely had no desire to be seen with me.

So I just continued walking. Realising how imminently I was going to be seeing Danielle in a state of undress and feel her lips wrapped around my cock caused me to get a hard-on. I had to adjust myself a little to avoid obvious tenting in my school trousers. Getting to my front door I was relieved to see both parents' cars missing from the driveway - not that i had any reason to think they would be, I was just being paranoid. I opened the door and dumped my bag at foot of the stairs. I rushed up to my room and quickly applied a fresh spray of Lynx deodorant. I also took a moment in the bathroom to rinse my dick in some cool water over the sink - both in an attempt to not seem too keen but also because I didn't want Danielle to renege on the agreement ...

... because of poor personal hygiene!

No sooner had I dried myself off than doorbell rang. I did my trousers up and walked quickly down the stairs to open the door.

"Hi, come in" I said, stepping aside to let her pass. "My room is upstairs. Do you want a drink?"

It seemed like a polite thing to ask and a way to break the ice a little, although I also worried she might think I was treating this as some sort of date - which I definitely wasn't.

"No thanks" she replied, smiling as she walked past.

That was the first time I'd ever heard Danielle say "thanks" in a non-sarcastic tone. Seemed she was actually being pleasant and I wasn't really sure how to take that. Danielle headed straight upstairs and I pointed her towards my room. She walked in, stood in the centre and turned to face me, dropping her bag on the floor to her left. I followed in behind her and walked over to the desk pointing to the notes fanned out top. I had assumed there would be some sort of formal count to verify she was getting what she asked for, but in the end she just looked at the money nodded.

"Close the blinds then" she said, gesturing toward the window behind her.

I walked over to the window, which overlooked my back garden and a row of houses behind mine, then twisted the mechanism to close blinds. It was a sunny day so there was still plenty of light streaming through the cracks to avoid any need for lights. As I turned back to face her I was greeted with the sight I'd fantasised about ...