Irresistable

You are driving your old car along a country road, contemplating the many failures of your life. You pull to a stop at a train crossing behind a school bus and absent-mindedly watch the cars pass, reminding you of time wasted and gone forever. Then you look up at the bus and through the rear window you can see a pretty blonde in a school uniform laughing. As you watch, she rises from her seat and leans over the seat in front, in all likelihood unaware of your presence at a vantage point to see up the back of her skirt to her thin pink panties snug against her toned ass and the mound of her vagina.

You watch intently, stroking your already stiffening dick and imagining what you could do to that girl less than half your age. You have always had a thing for young white girls, and since you are now a middle-aged black ex-con, acting on your desires has always been fraught with risk. Still, your apricot-sized testicles groan with potent sperm that demands release into the next available blonde.

By the time the train has finally passed, you've released your now erect footlong cock from your trousers and are openly masturbating, wishing the girl would look around and see you there. But the schoolbus roars ahead, and you resign yourself to continue your pointless journey. The girl in the schoolbus hasn't sat down, however, and you realize why when the bus grinds to a shuttering halt a quarter-mile past the tracks. You see the blonde girl who teased and tempted you disembark... alone!

She squints in the sunshine and waves up to her friends as the bus pulls away, and you can see is dressed for the warm weather, wearing a thin white cotton top with the top couple of buttons undone, a plaid skirt and runners, her long blonde hair loose. She seems to pause and glance in your direction, where you are still parked at the crossing down the road, before turning and walking the other direction.

Your head swims briefly as you realize what you are about to do, but your body betrays no sign of nervousness, calmly navigating your car up the road and to the girl, who has crossed to the other side of the street. "Hey, need a ride?" you greet her casually through the driver's side window.

She appears startled by the salutation and glances over her shoulder at you, wrinkling her cute freckled nose slightly as she shakes her head. "Uh, no thanks, I just live up here," she pauses to gesture at a nearby farmhouse.

"You sure are a pretty girl," you observe with a smile. The straps of her backpack pull on her shoulders, revealing to your admiring eyes a pleasingly large chest for a girl who's either older or at least more developed than you first believed. You also notice that she has a simple cross hanging from a gold chain around her neck. "What's your name, blondie?"

"Laurie," she replies hesitantly, perhaps sensing your lustful stare. She glances back at her home, seemingly so far away, and you are determined to make sure she does not get there...