I have been patiently waiting to again see my lover, Daniel, for over three weeks. His being a senior at a trade school in the next state is really "the pits." This endless waiting, and unrelentless craving for his hard muscular body, has been driving me crazy, as well as making every single cell in my young fourteen-year-old body extremely horny. My long red nipples always seem to be hard as large pebbles and my blond fuzz-covered slit always seems to be sooo swollen, sopping wet, and continuously itchy, those distended plump pussy lips hanging down even further than usual.

Every time I see a guy with a large bulging swaying basket, my gaping puss begins sharply tingling and the tip of my long tongue automatically trails across my moist parted lips, making them even wetter as I imagine how "long and fat" his joy-stick might balloon. I have to be sooo careful that I don't give him even a slight flirty smile, cause with my pink wet pussy in such a hot agitated state, just one single friendly little peck on my cheek and this young agile body would be all over him, wrapped tighter than a second skin. God, I am so glad I'm seeing my Daniel today. I don't know if I could have lasted another week without feeling his long, fat baby-maker in my thirsting mouth, then my hungry, overheated puss.

Meeting Daniel inside a rock concert was by no means my first choice. "I" would have liked somewhere a lot more private, but feeling so loved-starved and needing him so badly, I would have met him anywhere! My flat stomach and pouting pussy have been wildly twitching all afternoon in anticipation of seeing him as I vividly re-lived over and over in my mind the totally consuming, unbridled passion when last our lusting sweaty bodies melded together as one. Even a rough, vigorous stroking through my very soggy curly forest has not been able to satisfy this deep primeval yearning.

Tonight, I have dressed as Daniel likes: a black "liquid leather" mini-skirt, well above the mid-point of my smooth creamy thigh, that just "flows" over my lower body, accenting my firm youthful curves and just covering my volleyball shaped buns, having a gold- tone full-length "bottom-to-top" front zipper; a thin sheer, almost transparent, sleeveless white silk blouse with the top six pearl buttons intentionally left undone; finally, a one-inch black velvet choker around my neck with a gold heart suspended in the front, pointing down toward that deep valley between my over-ripe breasts.

Underneath that "liquid leather" mini-skirt are hot-pink low-cut lace bikini panties that I have had to keep hidden since my prudish mother doesn't allow me to wear that style. "Those are only for tramps'" mom would say, but that's exactly the style that Daniel likes, but I'm no tramp. So what if you can vividly see the outline of my pouting plump pink lips through the thin sheer hot- pink fabric, my mini-skirt covers them for all but my sweet, wonderful Daniel. No fancy stockings or "chastity" pantyhose, just smooth solid clean-shaven youthful flesh to capture both his gentle and his rough caresses.

Daniel also doesn't like bras, so after I'm out of sight of my house, I always hide behind a large tree and deftly unhook all five bra hooks on my black lacy full-figure bra. A little arm contorting and one or two wiggles (five or six, if old man Patterson is peeking out his window) slips it right off, and into my purse for the return trip. Then as I walk, or sometimes "strut", the warm tingly feelings from my youthful D-cup breasts jiggling and bouncing free, hard yearning nipples rubbing against smooth silk, feels both so naughty and sooo sexy.

Every time my whole young "innocent" body is well-scrubbed and refreshed, and still totally naked, I love gazing at it in the full- ength mirror in my pink ruffly bedroom. I deeply inhale, slowly twist from side to side, watching my chest-balloons with their perfectly-centered dark areola sway slightly suspended in mid-air. It always amazes me at how large those over-ripe "Honey Dew" melon halves have blossomed on such a petite little chest, without even a hint of droop, so out of proportion to the rest of my young hard 5' 2" body. That breast skin is stretched sooo taut that it is almost transparent, vividly showing the dark blue veins spider- webbing from each huge dark areola.

Daniel, though, would probably view them more as half-gallon- size scoops of vanilla ice cream with a huge Hershey's kiss in each center. "He says chocolate' is sooo good for you," constantly proving it to me through the energetic nibbles of his lips and the pleasurable love-bites of his teeth on my stiff fat nipples and puffy wrinkled areola. Sometimes, he leaves large red blotches on those blimps that for days afterward intimately remind me of "his overwhelming passionate love," leaving my poor wet puss churning, yearning for more.

Right now, my long fat erect nipples broadcast my heightened arousal to all, poking so vividly through that thin sheer material, desiring to escape to find a pair of warm wet sensuous lips. Although the deep warm beckoning valley between those two towering mountains is plainly visible through my so-unbuttoned silk blouse, the rest of my buoyant globes are completely covered. I'm still a little embarrassed that my very dark reddish-brown areola show so distinctly like large dark brown sand-dollars through the thin material, but I quickly bury that worry by only thinking of Daniel and how fabulous his luscious muscular body will feel tightly pressed against mine.

I have fixed my long blond hair into a french-braid, keeping it entirely out of the way. This "look" is capped by two pearl stud earings in each ear, a coat of bright shiny ruby-red lipstick on my full pouty lips, and a couple dabs of "Obsession" perfume, especially in that deep valley between my breasts and one just above my super-heated puss. My musky female scent mixed with the "Obsession" perfume makes such an irresistible combination. I don't wear any other makeup cause Daniel doesn't like it, he prefers a "natural" look, or that should really be "naked" look. That last thought makes me giggle.

Finally, I can see Daniel pushing through the crowd in his ragged jeans, unbuttoned western shirt, and mussed up curly hair. I wave him over, basking in the radiant smile from his weathered face. Instead of kissing me on my slightly parted waiting lips, he immediately begins energetically biting my left earlobe, causing a profound mixture of tender pain and soaring pleasure. My nipples harden even further if that's still possible, and my soggy puss expels even more thick musky goo. I immediately know that "he" is as highly aroused as I am, and so needs to be roughly pleasured.

Pausing briefly, Daniel buries his nose in my clean fresh hair, seemingly inhaling and savoring every subtle scent. Abruptly, his hot moist tongue begins at that ear's tippy-top, lingeringly sliding along under its outer ridge as if tasting my every pore, both severely tickling me and sending a myriad of sensuous chills up and down my spine. My heaving body can only sigh deeply, shiver once or twice, then melt onto his tightly enwrapped arms, letting those strong arms and his muscular body keep me afloat.

Halfway down that now-wet tingling ear, the firm tip of his tongue toys first with one pearl stud, then with the other, making me squirm even tighter into his warm safe all-encompassing arms, my unfettered unyielding full breasts making deep indentations in his muscular now-fully-uncovered chest. Even though there are many other young guys and gals packed closely around us, I totally ignore them and concentrate only on the immense love and red-hot passion radiating from my Daniel.

Daniel can surely feel my warm hard palms and rigid fingers, which have slipped under his unbuttoned western shirt, roaming around on his very muscular back. Usually, they just slither up and down from his waist across his strong shoulder blades to his broad shoulders, feeling his hot manly flesh shift under their firm caresses.

A couple times, I have slipped both now-naughty hands into his jeans, under his briefs, squeezing, rubbing, then gently caressing his solid muscular butt cheeks. Once, while my hands were there, he nibbled on a sensitive spot causing my nails to deeply dig into those beautiful round cheeks. Instead of being mad, that mild pain seemed to increase his hunger, greatly intensifying his loving kissing and passionate nibbling.

Finally again reaching my ear's now-sensitive lobe, his lips only gently brush it, but his heated breath makes me shiver down to my inner core. His trail of moist passionate kisses and tiny nibbles down my tensed up-turned neck produces acres of goose bumps and further intensifies the demands of that unrelenting animal lust growing in my loins.

My breathing quickens, starting to come only in short gasps as those once-controlled deep desires begin to fully govern every reaction of this young very horny body. His unyielding lips slip under the flared collar of my silk blouse roughly nibbling along the crest of my shoulder, filling my needy body with an even greater animalistic craving.

Increasingly consumed by my now-uncontrollable passion and getting braver, I unhesitantly slide one warm palm down the front of his rough faded jeans. Boldly, I firmly squeeze that denim mound shielding his large expanding tonsil-teaser, then begin slowing, but very firmly, rubbing up and down, causing that ragged denim to stretch more and more as his huge tool balloons fuller and fuller. My small hand can feel its full length jerking, floundering around in those jeans like a freshly caught fish on a dock, in response to my steady magical presses.

Not to be outdone, Daniel slowly unzips up the front of my black mini-skirt, about two-thirds of the way, exposing wide expanses of creamy white thigh and my sopping hot-pink panties. His hot hand slips up underneath, sliding up one smooth and now-damp thigh. The trail of tingles left by his hot scraping fingers feel sooo good that I almost stop my rubbing, lost in a sea of swirling sensations, but quickly regain control.

He quickly leaves that quivering womanly flesh and patiently assaults my hot sopping lace panties with his stiff well-practiced fingers. Oh so slowly, he runs a stiff index finger along that thin lace over my moist parted crack, pushing those hot-pink bikini panties ever deeper, parting my plump blossoming pink lips even further. Automatically, my wobbly legs spread much wider, allowing those naughty sensuous fingers total unencumbered access to my boiling honey-pot.

After peeling that black mini-skirt up around my waist, we tightly hug, trading glorious sensations -- me feeling the ever growing bulge of his fully inflamed manhood, and him feeling my swelling full breasts and hard nubby nipples through my thin blouse. Now, all the guys and gals nearby can see my hot-pink lace bikini panties, so distinct against my creamy-white pulsating flesh.

I become more and more exposed as those now-wispy panties are pulled deeper and deeper into my widening ass crack in the back and pushed deeper and deeper into my wet pouting pussy crack in the front. Not even a third of my plump wet mound is now covered and less that a quarter of my chubby round buns, but right now, I don't care!!

Periodically arching my toes, my yearning shell roughly slides up and down his solid muscular body allowing a further intermingling of electrifying sensations in our own private, but ever more frenzied, world. Daniel's hand has unexpectedly slipped inside my tight sopping hot-pink panties. My up and down motions are not only jerking him off underneath his denim, but now myself as well as he holds his strong hot hand steady against my wet upper slit and stiff engorged clit. Every so often to tease me, he slides his rigid index finger up inside me up to at least the second knuckle, making me jump and squirm, squeal a little, then press even more tightly against him.

Sometimes, we are pressed so tightly together by the crowd that I can feel another guy's protruding bulge slip into my tight ass crack, slide up and down a few times, then quickly disappear. One time, I even felt a large wet spot develop in my little-remaining panty-seat as I rhythmically clenched and unclenched those solid youthful cheeks, trying to prolong all those lust provoking sensations.

Another time, I even felt soft fingers with long nails and hot palms gently cup, then slightly lift up, and finally roughly squeeze my solid round cheeks. "That" was no guy, as attested by a final wet kiss on the back of my neck. Her actions did double-duty as my steaming, wet puss was forced even harder into Daniel's stiff protruding bulge making me emit another quiet squeal. She would have made a wonderful three-some. Usually, I would be very upset by these clandestine rubs and caresses on my private areas, but now they only further incited my ever-increasing lust!

My juicing pussy can graphically attest to the ever stiffening result of Daniel's rising passion, his worn denim jeans now tenting straight out, causing me to hump my horny lace-covered mound even harder against, and along, that rock-hard straining bulge. My churning body distinctly feels his stiff covered spear stab slightly inside me, widely splitting even further my puffy pink pussy lips and, once or twice, flicking against my hard erect little clitty. I lift my left leg, curling it around the back of his shaking legs, allowing that denim-covered spear to penetrate even deeper into the super- heated tunnel of my womanhood.

All these different gentle and rough touches excite my rising passion even more, causing me to feverously hump back harder and harder as if my young body is demonically possessed. My hot- pink lace bikini panties, now so sopping wet, allow my blond curly pubic hairs to peek out both sides for all to see as those no longer protective panties are pushed ever deeper into my gaping heated crack. (It's times like this that I wished that my plump pussy was shaved completely bare, but when we shower in school, the other less-developed and more inexperienced girls just wouldn't understand and would tease me so, maybe calling me naughty names.) By now, that tent of his jeans is just as soaked as my mostly-submerged lacy panties, showing an ever-expanding wet circle from my oozing wet goo.

Totally out of control, like me, Daniel roughly rips open my sheer silk blouse, sending pearl buttons flying left and right. His glazed blue eyes feast on my huge floating headlights, while his tongue totally wets his pursed parted lips. As if in a trance, I let that silky covering slide off my red-splotched shoulders forming a silky puddle around my still-arching feet, exposing my full heaving jugs for all nearby to see. My youthfulness allows them to appear suspended in mid-air, round creamy-white globes jutting straight out, without any sag whatsoever. Those long fat red nipples look like huge bullets, created both from the cool air, my excitement, and the nearby crowd's avid salivating stares.

In a split-second, Daniel has finished unzipping up my black mini- skirt, letting it follow my silk blouse around my feet. I'm left almost totally naked, clad only in those wispy thin hot-pink lace bikini panties, as if they could now hide anything at all. I am sure that some of the watching crowd can see the glistening sheen on the insides of my smooth white thighs where my warm gooey pussy juice has trickled down, but I am too far gone to care. My unsatisfied heated lust has now totally possessed this young yearning body.