Making Her Hot Early - Sex Stories

Making Her Hot Early

... exactly where my eyes were pointing as I swam. It seemed a very convenient way to check someone's body out without consequence - and I guessed that was exactly what she had been doing to me before. The very first pass up to and through her legs had quite an effect on me. I hadn't even come up out of the water behind her when I felt my cock spring to life...the way it poked hard into my swimsuit was actually a bit painful. I had to keep facing the other direction from her when I came up so that I could adjust myself to a more comfortable position. Regardless of my potentially embarrassing reaction, it was a game that I played over and over as the afternoon wore on. But that was over now and I had dropped her off and was alone with Michael on the way back to his house talking about sex. And then he said: “Abby’s been acting kinda strange lately. I think she wants to...I haven't asked her but she's been acting real horny or something lately. Last week when we watched a movie at my house she kept grabbing my leg real close to my...uhh..." The boy laughed a little in embarrassment. "...my dick...and today in the pool she kept squeezing me up against the wall with her butt pushing into it. The last couple of times she did it, she rubbed it up and down." "Damn," I blurted. I normally don't cuss much around the kids but his story had thrown me for a loop. "So what did you do?" "I had a boner big time. The last time when she came up to me and did it, I rubbed my hands on her ...

... hips...almost on her butt cheeks but more to the side. I'm lucky I didn't shoot my load right there." If I had been drinking a drink I would have spit it all over my windshield. This was not a conversation I would have expected to have with this kid. He was normally pretty quiet...a handsome little guy with golden brown hair that was kinda long on top, sometimes hanging down in front of his eyes (I would make him get a haircut if he were my kid...but oh well) - and a nice tanned body. He was a small guy himself, but not skinny like I was at that age. He had those hard little muscle ridges and definition that used to piss skinny kids like me off. At least I filled out and could break him in half now, though . . . ha-ha. In any event, I could see how girls his age would think he was quite the cutie. He wasn't the most athletic or coordinated kid though, interestingly. The boy was scared to go underwater for goodness sakes. Come to think of it...I had never seen him do anything besides walk around in the shallow end and lean against the wall. Oh well, that left all the underwater games with Abby to me...and that was just fine! "I guess sixteen is about right for that reaction. Anyway, you think she knew what she was doing?" "Uhh, definitely", he laughed. "I was hard as a rock and she was rubbing up against it...so there's no way she couldn't feel that." "Damn", this time I said to myself, under my breath. "Well, I know what you're gonna be doing when you get home." I looked over at the ...