Bus Stop Wendy
©Copyright 2023 by Nikkie Janes
Chapter 4: Boobs Under Top
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4: Boobs Under Top - Every day for the last year, shy and innocent Wendy has watched a good looking boy of her own age cycle past the bus stop where she's waiting for the bus to school. One day he stops and speaks. Is this the beginning of a teenage romance and will it run smoothly? A teens VoD, cumming of age story.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Teenagers Consensual Romantic Fiction School First Oral Sex
Wendy and James were in the cinema, which had now become their usual routine Saturday evening. They were ensconced in the back row of the stalls with all the other young couples, each trying to find a dark, private place to enjoy themselves. Wendy looked forward to these encounters more and more. Kissing James was so groovy and such a turn-on.
Tonight she was wearing a loose-fitting top that, for once, she hadn’t tucked firmly into the waistband of her micro mini-skirt. She knew that James had noticed the change.
As soon as the lights dimmed, Wendy sighed deeply, and pulled James into a long tongue-filled kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as she did. James’ hands were already running up and down Wendy’s body, even cupping and squeezing her bum. His hand dropped onto her knee, but Wendy sighed exasperatedly at James and moved it. She was happy that he found her attractive, but she wasn’t ready to go as far as letting James put his hand up her skirt.
James didn’t overly object, he’d made a play but been rejected; he could wait. He changed the focus of his seduction and moved his hand to Wendy’s boobs, noticing the reaction in the intensity of Wendy’s kisses as he gently squeezed them. Wendy readily gave in to this now, in fact, she seemed eager for it. And her hands eagerly sought out his own body. By now, she was willing to rub his cock through his jeans, but that was all she’d do.
After a while, James slid his right hand down Wendy’s body, then back up again, this time under her top. Her skin was soft and warm under his trembling fingers as he ran them higher and higher, expecting Wendy to stop him at any moment. Nothing happened; his hand rose higher and higher until...
Wendy was aware of where James’s hand was heading. She was acutely aware that she should stop him. Her mind, convention and upbringing were screaming out, ‘good girls don’t let boys touch their boobs.’
Her body was a polar opposite to her mind, telling her she was a modern, young woman and not defined by archaic convention. Her body was her own to give as she wanted to. Anyway, good girls don’t have so much fun.
That was the exact moment when James’s hand cupped her naked breast and squeezed gently. His palm rubbed against her nipple sending shock waves Wendy had never experienced before coursing through her body. Suddenly she was tingling all over.
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