Slipping Inside

Stacy looked up batting her long dark eyelashes and bit down on her bottom lip. "So what do you think, you coming or what?" She asked suductively as she turned walking back towards the empty house.

The fact that Stacy looked nothing like her smoking hot mom did nothing to smother his desire for her. She was shorter than her mom standing only 5'3" with dark tanned skin and short brown hair. Stacy never let it show but John knew she was secretly devastated by her breasts development. All though her small teacup sized lumps bearly filled up her bra, her round booty was more than fulfilling. Stacy was the kind of girl who knew how to faunt what she had. John watched as she swayed her hips just enough to make her ass jiggle.

John never really had an interest in Stacy. He had always thought of her as more of a sister, well hopefully a step-daughter one day. He had pretty much lead her on so he had a reason to see her mom. However, over the last few weeks Stacy had really stepped up her game. Every chance she had she was trying to rub her tiny little body on his. Last week during class she had given him a little box with a ribbon tied around it. She instructed him not to open it till she said to.

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Twenty five minutes into Mr. White's long monotoned lesson on the war of 1812 she turned towards him and mouthed the words, "open it". He slid off the red ribbon and opened the small box. It took him a minute to register what he was looking at but when he did he blushed bright red as he quickly shut the box.

Stacy's giggle is what made John look over at her. She was wearing a pretty red blouse that day and a miniskirt. A very short miniskirt. As he was looking at how incredibly short her skirt was she slightly parted her thighs then closed them again.

John's eyes widen in realisation he looked down at the box and back to the hem of her skirt, "no it can't be, those can't be the panties she was wearing today." He looked into Stacy's dark brown eyes and she flashed him a smile. He looked around and realized the way she was positioned he would be the only one to see. He dared another peak back down at her silky thighs.

She slowly spread her legs again, this time wider than she had done before. John's heart seemed to be beating fast than it ever had before. She quickly closed her legs. John looked up at her with a pleading expression. She began inching her legs wider and wider. John's hands began trembling with anticipation his eyes seemed to bore through the last few centemeters till her legs were just wide enough to show him her wet little opening.

A deep throaty moan excaped his lips as Stacy placed a hand on the inside of her left thigh. She quickly looked around to make sure no one was looking and continued creeping her hand closer to shaved little folds. John watched as she slid her middle finger up her juicy little slit. When her finger reached the top of her tight little pussy she began to make slow deliberate little circles. Johns eyes started watering from the lack of blinking. Stacy continued rubbing her sensitive nub, her fingers seeming to speed up on their own accord.

John could feel his shorts painfully tenting. He reached under his desk to adjust his large 7.5 inch cock to a less obtrusive position. He saw the realization on Stacy's face. He watched as her eyes widened when his hand touched his engorged member. He kept his gaze on her fingers dancing on her sopping wet mound as he slowly slid his hand down the full length of his throbbing hard member.

Stacy's chest was falling and rising in rapid succession she was fighting to hold back the waves of pleasure threatening to push her over the egde. She looked on as John slowly pet the giant monster trapped in his pants. She couldn't help but think of how amazing it would feel to have him slipping that hug rod into her tight little snack. With that thought her world came tubling down as wave after wave of blinding pleasure rolled over her. She clamped her thighs together and bit her bottom lip to stiffel her moans.

When her orgasm subsided she looked up into John's icy blue eyes and saw the need plastered to his face. Soon she thought very soon and I'll make sure he gets his.

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Stacy looked back with a knowing grin catching John stairing at her incredible bubble butt. It was times like these she loved the way he looked at her. His piercing blue eyes seemed tear her clothes away. She could almost feel his eyes probing her most secret of places. Places she wished he had already taken for his own. They had a great relationship. He had always treated her with the upmost respect but she wanted more. In the past, when things started getting hot and heavy, he always stopped her. Telling her he wanted the timing to be right. Well, she thought, tonight is that night. There will be no refusing me not when I have everything set up perfectly.

"Are you sure we should be doing this. I mean, I don't think your mom would be okay with me being here with her out of town Stacy." He said as he started walking up towards the door.

"We are both eighteen now and besides she doesn't have to know everything we do, now does she?"

No, but I wished she knew how badly I want her, John thought to himself. On the other hand if I go in maybe I can figure out my new found feelings for Stacy.

With a deep breath John walked in and shut the front door behind him. Stacy was leaning on the wall at the foot of the stairs. She tossed him his swimming truncks he had left the last time he had come over.

"Go put those on and I'll meet you outside in a few," Stacy said. She turned and started bounding up the stairs. When she neared the top she slowed down and called back to John, "or you can come up here and help me find something to put on."