Brandy (Chapter 3) - Sex Stories

Brandy (Chapter 3)

A Pleasurable Walk Home Michael put his hand around her waist as he walked her next door. She looked up and saw his bedroom window dark, Cindy already in bed. Her parent’s window was also dark. No one would be expecting them. Her mind raced. What would he do to me? What would he make me do? She had seen the bulge in his pants. Would I have to satisfy him tonight? Would he make me do it with my hand or something else? They kept walking, Brandy’s nervous as she got close to her house. His hand was still on her waist, but he made no move beyond that. Was I supposed to do something? Should I touch his cock? She didn’t turn around when she reached her door, confused, afraid of doing something that might make him change his mind. Her hands trembled as she took out her keys, putting the key in the lock. She began to turn the key, her heart racing. “Put your hands on the door.” His voice was demanding, her heart stopped beating. She put her hands in front of her, her palms carefully on the front of the door. “High up, I want that lovely teenage body stretched out while I touch you.” His cock reared up in excitement. He wanted to grab her hand and make her take his cock out and masturbate him. He fought his excitement. He wanted to prolong this. Four years he has been watching her trying to seduce her. Four years of him denying her and himself. He would make her suffer the same. She would get what she wants and more, but he would take her slowly, make her want him as much as he ...

... wanted her over all these years. It was as if she was on a police television show. She pushed her hands high up the door, as though she was going to be frisked by a cop. This was different, Michael wasn’t a cop, and his hands were not going to be confined to certain parts of her body. He was going to touch her all over. Or at least she hoped he would. “Push your legs back farther.” His hands went to her hips as she backed up, her hands still high on the door. “Arch up your lovely ass for me Brandy. Yes, that’s a good girl. Obey me.” His hands were on her hips, urging her to push her ass up and out, feeling her short skirt riding higher up her legs. It made no difference, for soon his hands would be under her skirt and touching her intimately. Michael’s hand went to the back of her thigh, touching the first available part of her leg beneath the skirt. Her thighs were together as if she was not going to give it up. “Spread your legs for me, Brandy. You know you want it. You want to feel my hands between your legs. I can smell your arousal. Your pussy is soaked in anticipation of me touching you. Spread your legs wide so I can explore your body.” She almost came when he touched her naked leg. How did he know what I was thinking? Could he really smell me? It made it sound so wrong, yet so right when he said it. Spread your legs. She never expected to hear Michael say that to her. She couldn’t deny him. She spread her legs just as they did on television, her hands on the door, her back ...