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She was wearing a panty girdle over dress up girls online panty hose, so I just caressed her through her thick skirt. Rather than force issue, I just caressed her through the layers of material as close to her clit as I could get. I felt his hand up my rib cage to just below my breasts. He didn't touch me, but I felt him holding my breasts in place as kissed me. Then his hand moved to my "private" areas. Then, I felt his hand move to the hem of skirt and then up to my panty-girdle and he started to touch me. His touch electrified me, but frightened me also. No one had ever touched me there before! I didn't know what do, so I did nothing. He kissed my breasts through my and caressed my . . . lower area, as I felt heat growing within me. My hands fell useless beside my head as I do nothing to respond to his kisses or touch. She didn't respond to me. But at the same she didn't offer any resistance. I heard her breathing up in response to my oral and manual manipulations. Her body gradually raised and I could feel her orgasm coming until she exploded, her hips against my hand and grasping my head and clutching my head to her breast. I don't think she was aware of what she was doing. allowed her climax to subside as she held me close to her. (To be continued) . . I thinking!. I was just feeling! And I didn't want it to stop. Gradually, dawned on me that I was on my back on the sofa and that he was over me. I had no idea how had happened! Slowly, I became aware of his fingers moving again, and once again, I felt the excitement growing me. The warmth spread throughout and I realized I was getting wet! I knew he couldn't feel my dampness through my panty girdle, but I felt embarrassed all the same. But soon I forgot the wetness my internal tingling spread from backbone throughout me, and I knew I would have screamed if his kisses hadn't been covering my mouth! I had thought she was maybe or shy, but her innocent response was unbelievable! It seemed she know what was happening to her! For some silly reason, my mind replayed a conversation had had with my roommate in college. He was much more experienced with women that I was at that time. I had commented that sex was virgin the most desirable experience, and he had responded that he really wasn't interested in virgins. Yes, it was to take a girl's virginity, but he said that he would prefer an easier score, rather than spend the time and effort was necessary to get a virgin. I let her come down from her climax. Gradually her breathing returned normal, and her stranglehold around my head began to relax. kissed her softly on the mouth, eyes, ears, cheeks, everywhere on her face, as she returned to this "I love you," I whispered into her ear, and her arms tightened around my neck. He loves He just said so! He really said he Loves me! But then . . . I started kissing again. I kissed every inch of her face and neck. Then kissed my way over her blazer and breasts, making no effort open any buttons. She held my head to her as I kissed my way over breasts. This time, after kissing every inch of her breasts, I let my kisses continue over ribs, downward to her navel, then to her hips and lower stomach until I reached the "V" between her legs. Although my hand still under her skirt, lightly caressing panty girdle, I kissed her through the heavy material of the skirt. elbow gradually moved between her knees forcing an opening between her thighs, as I continued to kiss and let my hand rove further. His just seemed to make my mind shut down. I his kiss and his touch . . . it does marvelous things to me! He loves me! He said so! But, Ohhhh! He's kissing me down there! I should stop him! But somehow, arms just won't move. I like it. I like Him. . I like the kisses and attention. I'm afraid. But excited, too. . . My shoulder moved between her knees and began kissing down her legs to her knees wrapped my hand around her leg as I settled the rest of my shoulders between her legs. I kissed up the outside of her legs, gradually pushing the ahead of my lips. By now my shoulders beneath her bent knees and my hands wrapped around her legs holding her hips. My kisses over her stomach and gradually moved downward. As she realized my destination, she gasped and her hands held my head pulling upward. It wasn't panic effort, but rather an attempt to guide my movements. I kissing her stomach for a few moments, continued kissing downwards until I was kissing her womanhood through her panty-girdle. Oooh! My heart is racing! What's happening? can't think straight. I can't let him kiss me . . . there! just can't! But he's so insistent and he's holding me soooo tight. I've got to stop him! But if I push him away . . . maybe he'll stop kissing me . . maybe he won't love me . . . He he loves me. Maybe if I pull his head up to my lips, I can give him my lips to kiss instead! I'll kiss him SO and so much that he'll be happy Ooooh! I can't pull his head . . . What am I going to do? What can I do? Oooooh! She thighs clamped against my head I felt her tremble! Her hands knotted in my hair as she tried ineffectually to pull me away. I kissed some more through thick rubberized material and let nose apply what young pressure it could over her clit and waited for her to relax. My mind just doesn't to work right. I can't think . . . and my legs seem to have a mind of their own! By grabbing his head with my knees, I was able to stop . . . at least a young. I don't know what I should do. What's he going to next? He's not doing anything! He's just kissing me! I guess maybe it's all for him to kiss me . . . nobody says it's wrong to kiss! But . . . She didn't relax, and the trembling to get worse. I don't want to overdo things, so I moved my head away from her and immediately grip in my hair started pulling me upward, and her thighs When I was over her navel, I kissed it and looked upward to meet her eyes. She looked the proverbial frightened doe in the headlights with eyes as wide a Japanese cartoon figure. She licked her and put her hands on the sides of my face. I let her hands guide me back up her body, everything as my lips moved slowly toward her face. moved to her side as I reached her neck, but I kept one hand on her womanhood through her panty girdle with just enough pressure that she would know was there. When my lips got to hers, she devoured me, kissing every way she could, lips open and all, but still tongue. I knew I would wait for her to decide when the would come into play. Meanwhile, she continued to kiss me all over my face, eyes, neck, and back to the lips with a opened mouth kiss. Has he stopped kissing me there? I'll pull head up to my lips where my kisses hold him. Oooh! He's kissing my belly button. Now he's looking into my eyes. I've never seen much love in anyone's eyes! Not even in the movies! On! I love this man! Do I dare tell him? I have to kiss I have to kiss him all over . . . his face, his neck . . . his lips! Ooh, I've never kissed a man like this before! I like I feel so close to him. I love the way he tastes! I love the way he smells! I love the way he feels! this what it feels like to be in love? I moved my hand from her panty girdle to her hip above her girdle to her hip, pushing up the band of her skirt until I found some bare skin above her girdle. As her eyes opened and she gazed into my eyes again, whispered to her: "I really hate girdles. Do you really have to wear it? You should get rid of it?" Was he asking me to undress? No. He was simply telling me of a preference. didn't like panty girdles. did I! But somehow they seemed like protection! Did I need to be protected? Against HIM? I care? He didn't like panty girdles! I really wanted him to be pleased! Did he ask me to take off my panty-girdle? I didn't know if I had overstepped the bounds It was a bold step. For a long time, we gazed into each others eyes. Then leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips. Her closed behind my head, holding my lips to hers. Then she released her hold on me and started to rise. sat up to let her move past me as she picked up her purse and walked to the bathroom, turned the light and closed the door. After a short I heard the toilet flush and the water running in the sink. Moments later, the door opened and the light flicked off as she returned me, dropped her purse on the table, and slid back into her position on the sofa, under Her arms encircled my neck as she whispered into my ear, "I want to do what you want. I want to make happy. I want you to be pleased." I kissed her lightly on lips as my hand slid down to her hips. didn't have to move any further. I could feel that the panty-girdle wasn't there! More follows "If any of you believe you can pass this subject with a less well-researched report you are right. But those of you who want a job after this semester had turn in something rather better. Goodnight and good luck your careers." The inhabitants of the lecture theatre at 8 on this particular Friday night groaned their collective replies and the single exit. My Friday nights had not changed in 12 weeks and so far this one was developing usual. I had had the pure bad luck to be enrolled in a Friday night class every semester the last 4 years and, thankfully, unless I failed something this was to be the last. I left the business with an upbeat swagger and strolled towards the campus rec club that I was but an hour's work on my Asian Business report and 2 exams away from my degree and a decent income. By the time I arrived at the club, the 'Friday nighters' had already arrived. We were a group of unfortunates whose only common was to have a Friday night lecture, tutorial or prac group. The group varied size from week to week, but tonight everybody was present with a party atmosphere already pervading. we weren't all graduating this semester, at least there was no more Friday night for at least weeks and the Friday nighters were all in a celebratory mood. "Hey Ryan, just in time for a round of tequilas!" I turned to see Jimmy, an engineering student and buddy, swallowing last of his beer. I could tell that his lecture had finished somewhat earlier tonight by the swaying he had already developed. "No can do Jimster." I replied. "I hit the library for some last minute stuff and I don't wanna have to come in over the weekend to do it." Jimmy replied with a choice selection of words from his vocabulary of swear words and staggered towards the bar with his girlfriend Sarah in tow. I never noticed their coy smile as Sarah pulled her mobile out of her handbag. 40 minutes and a couple light beers later, I strolled out of the rec club and across the babeney Lawn towards the library. I could get what I needed in a hurry I could go back to help finish the party still with the Friday nighters. For the last 4 weeks had been frustrated by the absence of a text I needed to complete my report on the causes of the Asian financial crisis. Yesterday, I had received email from the library saying that the required journal had been and they would hold it for me until tonight. reached the library collections desk and gave my details to the tired-looking librarian behind the counter. "I'm sorry young man, but the journal issue want has been returned to the shelves." momentary voice of panic overcame me and I swallowed a nasty reply as hurried off to the stairwell leading to the collections area, already knowing exactly where the journal should be. I hustled through quiet tomb-like aisles of paper and turned into the area I was looking for only to come to a screeching There was a girl sitting on the leaning over a journal and scanning its pages. I couldn't help stare as I stood there at the end of the aisle. She had slightly curly, red hair and was wearing a well-worn men's business shirt unbuttoned at the top. From the angle was standing I could see straight down her shirt to the tops of her hipster jeans, her nipples just covered by the loose material. I stood there admiring this stunning view until she suddenly became aware of my presence and a startled gasp looked up at me. Her face was an amazing heart shape with huge slightly almond-shaped eyes. I seemed to be glued to the spot as she smiled and gave me a nervous "Hi." Somehow seemed vaguely familiar to me. "Umm.. Gday." I stammered. spoken words released me from my immobility and I turned towards the shelves, scanning for the almost forgotten that had bought me here in the first Gradually my searching led me to a spot right over where the girl was sitting, knees crossed, on the floor. I realised, almost horror, the issue I was searching for would on the bottom shelf right next to her. Again she looked up at me and spoke. "Is something I can help you with?" I could feel my face burning as my mind tried to frame a reply. You see, I had always had an unnatural fear beautiful women. Well maybe not unnatural a 15 year old adolescent, but I was a fully fledged 20 year old virgin and right at the worst possible moment memory chips started to cycle through every nervous (and ultimately failed) at sexual awakening. "I'm looking for the September 98 issue of The Far Eastern Economic Review" mumbled. "It's got an article I need to pull some references Again her face lit up into a veritable sunshine of a smile and I was lost somewhere between sunlight of her green eyes and the night-time shadows under her teasingly half shirt. She lifted up the journal she was reading and showed me the open page. "Is this the article you're after?" I glanced the title of the article. Causative Statistics of the Asian Financial Crisis. Fuck. "You must be doing the same report as me." She said and smiled again. "How do you even know we're in the same I said, not being able to think of something lame. "You sit right down the front of Doctor Hakei's class. I sit up the back and pretend to be interested Friday night. I haven't even started this bloody assignment yet." She spun that last line off with a lilting I thought I had detected a slight panic in her voice. At least I knew now where I had seen her before. "How come?" I "I can give you a hand if you are having trouble?" "What have I lowered myself to? Taking handouts from one of the straight-arrows?" giggled in a very feminine manner that almost took the sting out of what she just said. Almost. I had never of myself as a 'straight-arrow'. I just enjoyed what I was studying. I think the result of the barbed must have been displayed all over my face. She suddenly stood up and put her hand on my chest. "Hey I'm sorry. I didn't mean it way. I'm took her hand off my chest and held it to shake mine. "Ryan." I almost whispered in reply. I didn't know whether to be angry or delighted I know it felt like heaven when our palms touched. "I'll tell you what." She "I'll let you read this article if you help me write my report." So there I was standing in a library, with one of the most gorgeous girls it had ever been my pleasure to exchange words asking for my help. I looked down again at the article she holding with the hand not still holding mine and couldn't help but get another eyeful of her cleavage. this time I could smell her faint scent of soap and shampoo feel her soft breath on my face. I could feel my penis stirring in my jeans and my heart was hammering in my shirt. I once, not trusting myself to speak. I back up into her eyes and suddenly realised that she was checking me out as well. "This is to be fun." She murmured and reached down to pick up her bag. "How 'bout one of the group rooms?" "Fine." I replied, still not myself to say too much. We moved to the of the floor where a number of soundproof rooms had been built to facilitate group discussions the otherwise silent library. Sinead walked in to the smallest room at the and hit the light switch, dropping her bag on the desk. "Where would you like to start?" she began as I bent down retrieve my notebook from my bag. "Well, first you need to decide what your argument is and then." I stood up to and suddenly she was standing up against me. She was tall. Only 3 or 4 inches below my 6'2 and her face was slanted up towards mine. She her eyes and pressed her lips gently against mine. Without thinking my hands settled on her hips and my lips responded to her mouth. I felt her mouth open slightly and her darted out briefly. Her hands reached up to my shirt she gently started to caress my shoulders and chest. I think I groaned aloud and opened my lips her tongue reached out again and found mine. I have no idea how long that kiss lasted but I remember feeling my dick straining almost against my jeans and my hands trembling as they slowly stroked her back and arms. She sighed against mouth and took a pace backwards to stare into my eyes. I stood there lost in a dream her hands came up and she unbuttoned her shirt displaying alabaster white skin from long neck to slightly curved belly. Then she reached and directed my hands inside her shirt to rest one on each firm breast.
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