Submit to her

Though you just toweled off, you feel wet again at the sight of her standing there, nonchalantly holding the dildo in her left hand like some sort of battle-scarred weapon master. You walk up to her, and she remains motionless, watching you. You brush past her, and open the door to her locker wide. You lean into it, burying your face in her clothes, and looping your fingers over the hooks on the top of it. You bend over slightly, pushing your bare ass out and into the girl's leg. You spread your legs ever so slightly, and wait.

You feel the girl turn to face you, and you can feel the soft skin of her recently shaven legs against the back of your thighs. She leans into and against you, putting some weight into it, and runs her right hand up from your right knee, over your hip, along your side, and to your breast, which she fondles through your bra. You feel her reach around your body with her other arm, and press the dildo in between your breasts. She then slowly drags it between them, down your chest, across your pubic area and to the moist opening of your pussy. With short strokes and slow movements she moistens the tip of the dildo, as her right hand reaches up and to your mouth. You glad suck on her fingers as she continues to tease you with the dildo.

It is a relief when you finally feel the dildo sliding into you, not too far at first, but entering you none the less. The girl takes her right hand out of your mouth and moves it down to your crotch, where she begins to carefully stroke your clit, in time to the light thrusting of the dildo. Her arms feel wonderful wrapped around your sides, and her hands between your legs, pleasuring you. Her small tits press into the back of your chest, and she begins to kiss your neck, then your ears. As she playfully nibbles on your right ear, she whispers "my name is Alma. What's yours?" You whisper back, "John." Alma smiles, and continues to kiss your neck, as she works the dildo further into you, and intensifies the stimulation of your clit. You suspect that your neck will have a hickey on it when she's through, but you don't care, as you crest on a long, quiet orgasm, your whole body soft and sensitive to her expert touch.

When Alma feels the termbling in you die down, she withdraws the dildo, and stops caressing your clit. She stands up, and helps you do likewise. "I'm glad to make your acquaintance," she says. You smile, still weak in the knees. "How come I've never met you before?" she asks. You shrug. She grins widely, then reaches into your locker, and starts to dress in your clothing. You're a perfect match for size, but for the size of your breasts, perhaps, and you find yourself again aroused at the sight of her pulling on your underwear. Alma pulls a thong out of her locker and offers it to you. You gladly take it, and proceed to dress in her clothes. Her scent is strong on them, and you feel quite sexy in them.

"Well," Alma says, after she pulls on one of your tank tops. "What do you feel like doing? Would you mind if I tagged along?"