1. Band Camp


    Date: 9/16/2016, Categories: Fiction, Male/Teen Female, Prostitution, Teen, Young, Author: DaSpark, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com

    and thin enough to be sexy, thick enough to beg to be gripped. Then I saw her bend over to slide on her bottoms. She was finally at that age where she wanted to be viewed as more than a kid, and the bikini bottoms were a bare minimum. As she pulled them up tight, the band for her but was practically a g-string and half disappeared into her crack. Her cheeks bounced with the new garment being pulled into place. I saw her head turning to check herself in the mirror, thank god I stepped passed the door before she saw me. For the remainder of the pool party I watched the pool incessantly hoping to catch a glimpse of her going in or coming out of the pool, but she must have been a bit shy because she wore a long white t-shirt over herself that went to her thighs. I had had that mental image of her in the mirror pop into my head a few times over the last 6 months and it again popped in my mind's eye as I saw her walking up our driveway with a box. I watched her through the dining room window walk up to our door and heard the bell chime. I walked over and opened the door. "Hi Mr. Kowolski. Is Mrs. Kowolski here?" Krista asked in a fake sweet voice. She was wearing a great sun dress. It was mostly a pale red with white splattered around the dress. It was tied behind the neck, her shoulders bare, and it tapered down to her trim waist and flowed free from that point. I noticed her shoulders and legs were more tan than her face. The weather was nice, I wondered if she was tanning by ...
    the pool or if it was one of those spray things. If it was the pool, I needed to find a way to visit the neighbors more often. "Actually no, she is gone to Shasta Springs for the day, can I help you?" "Um sure, I have some stuff for her in this box she ordered for my camp drive. If I can raise $600 I get to go for free and my mom won't pay for it." "Oh, sure, come on in and put her stuff on the kitchen table." "Awesome, thanks!" More fake cheer from the sour puss. She walked in and headed to the table, I watched her hips sway and wondered what that ass looked like walking away. That thick pair of balloons, tightly packed, pumping up and down as she thighs walked. I had to focus when I felt my dick growing. I should mention that despite the hair, the belly and the glasses, I had one thing forever in my favor. I was packing 8 full inches and a decent girth in my pants, so a hard on would show through for sure. Krista put the box on the table and began to pull things out marked "Janet" for my wife. "Ok here is her stuff, give her this sheet, it has what she owes on it, ok?" "Sure, that shouldn't be a problem." "Thanks I really--" Suddenly Krista let loose a booming fart. So much I couldn't help but laugh. Krist turned redder than her dress. "Oh my god! Uh . . . crap! Can I use your bathroom? I don't think lunch agrees with me." She said with a bit of panic in her voice. I guessed shit was on the way, better in the toilet than on the floor. "Of course I said, down the hall, second ...
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