Daisy was feeling frustrated. She had hoped she and her boyfriend, Lee, would have found time to have sex that weekend. But it turned out to be impossible. Her parents were always around and worse, wanting to spend time with her before she left to spend the week with her Grandparents in Torquay during the summer holidays. Daisy lived in South London with her parents. A single child, she wanted for nothing and generally got what she wanted. She wrapped her Dad round her little finger and her mother chose her battles wisely, avoiding the hysteria that Daisy sometimes brought. Both parents were full-time professionals working long hours sometimes, allowing Daisy a lot freedom and spare time. Freedom she enjoyed and used, like getting her boyfriend Lee to come round after school and fuck her.
Daisy and Lee had been going steady now for about six months. It was a serious length of time for two fourteen year olds. Daisy had wanted to lose her virginity before she was fourteen and Lee had been a willing partner. They had only being going out two weeks when Daisy had seduced Lee and gotten him into bed. Ever since, they had both enjoyed regular sex two or three times a week, a couple of times a week after school, and once at the weekend. Neither of their parents were aware of their sexual adventures but both knew they were going out as boyfriend and girlfriend.
Daisy’s parents liked Lee. He was polite and boyishly good looking. Daisy had lied to her mother when she had broached the subject of sex with Daisy, who feigned horrified terror at the thought, saying she was not nearly ready for sex. Daisy’s mum had believed her and as such no more was said. Daisy had arranged to be on the pill by herself and she trusted Lee to be faithful to her, thus avoiding the need for condoms.
During the weekend in question, Daisy’s parents had invited Lee for Sunday lunch, completely missing Daisy’s point when she had said she wanted to spend some time with Lee before she went away for the week. Daisy had tried to protest but her mother had shut her down. Daisy thought her parents could be so annoying, especially when they wanted to spend quality time with her. And so it was that the four of them spent Sunday lunch and afternoon together with the teenagers secretly wishing they were somewhere else. Lee did a good job in hiding it though, being the perfect guest. Daisy on the other hand had made her feelings known on several occasions. Daisy knew she had gone too far when her father scolded her. Daisy remained relatively silent for the rest of the afternoon, her mother asking her why should could not be more well-mannered like Lee.
She had dressed to impress her boyfriend as well. She wore lilac, stretch, Bull Denim short shorts. They were just passable as not obscene, but went very close to revealing too much ass. On its own it might have passed as acceptable, but complemented by a severe cropped stretch top accentuating every curve of Daisy’s torso, the look was incredibly sexy. At least she is wearing a bra her mother thought as she deliberated whether to fight another battle and decided against. Daisy’s father caught glanced at his daughter’s nymph like look and decided it was not his domain. Anyway, they weren’t going anywhere. Daisy was barefoot as well, as if revealing as much flesh as possible was her primary aim.
Lee struggled all afternoon not to stare too long at his hot girlfriend in the company of her parents. Daisy’s look could best be described as sultry. Not just in her demeanour, but with her dyed dirty blonde hair which was a little unkempt but straight. It came down past her shoulders as far as her nipples. Daisy was constantly flicking it back over her shoulders in a manner that appeared frivolous and natural but was overly dramatic for effect. Waiting for dinner she was crossed legged on the rug face down on her iPhone. When Lee spoke to her she looked up, flicked her hair back and arched her back to stretch her top across her ample tits. Daisy would smile and inwardly laugh at the effect she had on boys and this boy in particular. Lee would gaze at Daisy’s beautifully tanned, perfect skin. Daisy had been blessed in every visual department and she used it all to maximum effect. Daisy cursed again at their lack of opportunity to be alone. How she wished Lee could ravage her there and then on the rug. It wouldn’t have been the first time on that rug either.
Daisy was due to get the National Express bus at four thirty from Victoria Coach station in central London. Normally she would happily have went by tube from their local Stockwell Tube Station, but once again her parents insisted on dropping her off seeing as it was a Sunday and the traffic would be light. After a quick snog on the doorstep, Lee left the Palmerston household cursing under his breath his sexual frustrations. Back inside another row was erupting between Daisy and her mother. Daisy was refusing to change her clothes for the journey to Torquay. Daisy had compromised by putting on a light zipped sweater although she knew it would be discarded at the first opportunity. The short ten to fifteen minute journey from their house to the coach station was pretty much completed in silence, her father driving and her mother still furious.
All was forgotten as they hugged and kissed each other before Daisy climbed aboard the National Express bus. The coach was very quiet, with only a handful of passengers on board. Plenty of people obviously had better things to do on a fine summer’s evening than spend five hours on a coach to Torquay. Daisy headed straight towards the rear of the coach for some peace and quiet to listen to her music to while away the hours. She chose a seat on the right hand side of the bus, three rows forward from the back. She spotted her mum and dad and waved through window but they struggled to see her through the smoked glass. Daisy removed her zipped sweater and smiled to herself at her own sexiness and wished her mother could see her better to show her who had won.
Seeing as her parents could not see her she settled down by the window and placed her bag on the aisle seat beside her, her main suitcase already despatched into the hold below, before she got on the coach. Staring out of the window, waiting for the coach to leave, Daisy was he oblivious to the last remaining passenger boarding the coach. It was only as he approached the rear of the bus that she noticed him. At first she cursed to herself that her space was being invaded but her outlook changed when she realised what a good looking you man he was. Daisy was not sure if she would describe him as a man or a boy but he certainly caught her attention. Daisy thought he looked around eighteen but he still had a boyish look. She must have stared a little too long as he smiled at her and sat down on the seat directly opposite on the other side of the bus.
Daisy soon realised again how horny she was. Seeing this strapping young lad had reminded her. Daisy was also oblivious that the coach was now moving and heading out of the station. Daisy became acutely aware of how little she was wearing and hoped the boy opposite was turned on. She wanted to look across but thought it too obvious. Daisy was keen to see if this boy would engage with her. She considered her options. She feigned stretching with her arms high in the air, arching her back. She looked directly forward, if a little to the left, and thought, maybe hoped, that she could see this boy looking across at her with her peripheral vision. Daisy hoped he might strike up a conversation, but he did not. Maybe he thought she was to young? Daisy thought age was not important.
The boy in question was named Marcus. He was eighteen and was from Torquay. He had been in London for the weekend staying with two of his friends who he was about to share a flat with before they started their degrees at the London School of Economics. They had been looking at properties all day Saturday before hitting the town in the evening. He had spent that day recovering from a hangover before heading back home for the final few weeks of the summer.
Upon alighting the bus he had done the same as Daisy and noted the bus was quiet before heading to the back for some space. He had noticed Daisy before she had noticed him, giving Marcus the opportunity to appreciate Daisy’s feminine beauty before he turned his gaze as he got nearer. Marcus could sense Daisy had noticed him and he deliberately averted his gaze to ensure Daisy got a good look. Marcus knew he was good looking. He had absolutely no trouble attracting girls. Just the night before, he had snared a young filly back to his Travelodge and fucked her senseless. Marcus liked fucking attractive young girls. Marcus looked down and caught Daisy’s eyes upon him. He smiled and noted her awesome figure as well as her young beauty.
In one quick look Marcus could see that she was younger than he had first thought and cursed a little in his head. But he also noted her fine bust that was descriptively accentuated by her top. He noted the beautiful skin of her mid riff and her thighs. All this in a second’s glance. He deliberately chose the seat opposite and pondered this young beauty sitting across the aisle. Marcus glanced across and watched as Daisy stretched. Damn she was a fine figure of a girl, his eyes fixating on her breasts. Marcus would normally have struck up a conversation had it not been for her age although he was sure she was doing her stretching for his benefit.
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