The Danielle Discovery - Sex Stories

The Danielle Discovery

... around the building, being shown our old classrooms, workshops, science labs and sports hall. It all looked pretty dilapidated, but the smells were exactly as I remembered. As we walked past the swimming pool changing rooms Danielle turned to walk backwards in front of me, winked and pretended she was about to flash me. Sadly she didn't but it did bring back memories and made me laugh.

The tour lasted about 30 minutes and we didn't say much to each other over that period. There wasn't much to say I guess. We'd both moved on with our lives. As we walked through the corridors on the upper floor, our guide rattled off the names of the departments we passed through and when we arrived at the modern languages department Danielle tugged my shirt sleeve so we dropped back to the end of the group, then she motioned in towards one of the classrooms. At first I didn't know why, then I realised it was our old French class. As the group rounded the corner into the stairwell, Danielle slowly and quietly checked the classroom door which was unlocked, then she pulled me inside quietly closing the door behind me.

"Well, here we are." she said "back where it all began."

"Yeah..." I said as I looked around the classroom - it hadn't changed much, "...we had a pretty good time didn't we. I think I've still got Kara's DVD." I lied (Having watched it last night.)

"Well how about it?" Danielle asked, "for old times sake?"

I turned to face her and she was lying on top of one of the ...

... tables, propped up by her elbows, one foot on the floor, the other raised to the edge of the desk.

"Are you being serious?!" I asked "what if they come back?"

"What are they going to do? Send us to the head? Come on! I haven't gotten any in a year!" she entreated me, while dropping her cardigan off her shoulders and starting to life her gray top up to expose her stomach.

I already had a bit of a semi from remembering our escapades in the swimming pool changing rooms. Now that Danielle was draped over the desk I could feel myself swelling. I walked over to her and put my hand on her thigh, running it up to her hip and slipped my other hand under her top and up her back. Danielle sat up and pulled off her cardigan sleeves, putting her arms around me she planted her lips on mine.

As her tongue stoked mine, her familiar scent caused all the memories to come flooding back. My cock immediately stiffened and protruded from within my chinos, pressing between her legs as we embraced. Her hands reached down and began to undo my belt buckle and fly and I felt my trousers loosen around me. I lifted her top and she raised her arms allowing me to pull it over her head it entirely. She was wearing a black bra with transparent lace cups that revealed her breasts and pointed nipples beneath. Her hand reached into my pants and made contact balls, fondling them as we made out in the darkened classroom. I unclipped her bra and slipped it down so that I could massage her naked tits, ...