Beginnings: Chapter 4 - Room For Change - Sex Stories

Beginnings: Chapter 4 - Room For Change

... face, as though every one of her dreams had suddenly come true. “She looks stunning, Miss Hamilton. Absolutely stunning.” Sophie’s eyes were moving up and down my body, as though taking in every curve and slight movement, as though she were lost in me for a few moments. I saw Veronica’s hand move up behind Sophie’s back. She then quickly slid her fingers into her hair, just under her ponytail. Before Sophie knew what was happening, Veronica had assumed a tight grip of her hair, causing her to tilt her head backwards a little. “Well, well,” said Veronica, her voice low, husky and demanding attention. “I think you have an admirer, Miss Richardson.” I felt that perhaps I should have been shocked, or at the very least unnerved, by what was unfolding in front of me, and just a week earlier I probably would have been. At that moment, however, the only thing I felt was an intense lust beginning to surge like a tidal wave through my veins, and build feverishly between my legs. “Miss Hamilton, I’m sorry,” Sophie replied, her voice less controlled but nonetheless oozing deference. “You are sorry, Sophie?” Veronica continued, her fingers firmly pushing back by several inches the navy blue scrunchie in which Sophie’s ponytail was held, loosening her hair somewhat. “You aren’t sorry , Sophie. You just can’t stop thinking about getting into Miss Richardson’s delicate panties, can you?” “Miss Hamilton, please....” Sophie protested vainly. “You can beg all you want, Sophie, but what is in ...

... your dirty little mind has been written all over your face since you set eyes on her. You want to fuck her, don’t you Sophie?” I caught my breath as I heard Veronica’s words. “No, Miss Hamilton, I.....” Before Sophie could finish whatever she wanted to say, Veronica had spun her round by the hair and pressed her up against the wall of the changing room, so that her head was now just below the two brass hooks. “Are you really going to try and deny it, Sophie?” Veronica said, her left hand now firmly positioned just below Sophie’s neck, holding her tight against the wall. Sophie’s eyes were now wide, the pupils dilated and her breathing accelerating by the second. “Don’t say another word, Sophie,” Veronica continued. “Your words are meaningless. I am going to find out for myself exactly what you have been thinking about.” With that, Veronica reached her right hand down to the hem of Sophie’s skirt and began to gather its light material firmly in her fingers. In one easy move Veronica slid the skirt up Sophie’s legs. When Veronica had lifted the skirt mid-way up Sophie’s thighs, her hand drifted underneath it and disappeared. Suddenly, the look on Sophie’s face changed dramatically. Her hands reached above her head and her fingers wrapped themselves around the brass hooks. Her head tilted backwards a little more, her eyes rolled upwards and she let out a long, urgent moan. “Your panties are drenched, Sophie,” Veronica teased. “You are on heat, aren’t you?” It was clearly all ...