School Days ( I didn't write this ) - Sex Stories

School Days ( I didn't write this )

... widowed and Mary explained that like him, her daughter Susan had decided to stay on the West Coast with friends for the holiday. Everything about the house was beautiful; it was huge and decorated with ornate lace curtains and fresh flowers on every table. Never had he been in such a wondrous place. As the two of them chatted, Carolyn served the meal. At such an impressionable age, his body and thoughts affected by the rush of hormonal change, Chris couldn't help but steal glances at the maid as she scurried about, her brief uniform showing off frothy white petticoats as she bent to place the various dishes on the table. Mary smiled knowingly at Carolyn as she took note of the boy's distraction. "You've had a long day, hon. Why don't you draw a bath for our little guest, Carolyn, and he can get what I'm sure is some needed sl**p. You'll be sl**ping in Susan's room, Chrissy" Mary went on to explain. The boy noticed the affectionate manner she had addressed him, and while blushing slightly, liked the sound of it. "Thank you, Ma'm. You've been so kind to me." With that, Mary excused herself and Carolyn led the youngster up a long curving stairway to make an early night of it. Following the young woman a step of two behind, Chris couldn't help but notice how her long shapely legs disappearred beneath the froth of petticoats. From this new vantage point, Carolyn's also displayed the frilled garter tabs that held her stockings taut. Glancing over her shoulder, she smiled as she ...

... noticed the boy's stare and gave her hips a more pronounced wiggle to tease him further. She lead the boy into his room for the weekend, and while he was too polite to say anything, he couldn't help but feel strange. Susan's room was far different than any he had been in before. It was definitely a girl's room; the walls papered in a delicate pink floral pattern and the bed which dominated the whole room looking as if it belonged to a princess. It was covered in a canopy hung with wispy lace as were the curtains and the vanity. "I'm sure you'll be comfortable here" Carolyn said with a gleam in her eye as she entered the bath just off the room and began filling the tub. Chris stole a peek into the bath and saw that it too was definately that of a young lady; everything in pink, from the towels down to the thick carpeting. Chris waited sheepishly, anxious for the woman to leave him in privacy. Carolyn re-entered the room and noticing the boy being ill-at- ease brought him relief "I'll leave you to your bath, sweetie; you'll find everything you need in the bath. I'll be back later with your things." With that she left the room and Chris quickly removed his clothes, and leaving them folded on the bed, hurried into the bath. For as long as he could remember, he had only taken showers, and this bath was not just a bath. The large tub was near overflowing with a froth a fragrant bubbles. Being alone, there was no need to feel embarassed, so he slowly slid into the warm luxuriant suds. ...