17 year old dating 21 year old

30-May-2019 13:16

F*ck this was amazing, I told her to zip me back up and then try and guess what colour my pants were.As she began calling out colours I was becoming more and more frustrated with every incorrect answer. She hadn't yet seen me naked, and as far as I was concerned she hadn't got to the best bit, but just having this younger girl undressing me was pure heaven.

She felt my legs and felt my bulge, cupping it in her hand, before moving back to my legs and then back again to my bulge, resting her hand on there while she excitedly told me I was wearing pants.

After this she told me I could get dressed, but I said she would have to dress me. Of course she just pulled my pants up with no thought to my hard dick which was sticking out, so I told her she would have to put her hand in the front and put it in right. F*ck it was amazing as I looked down to see her hands holding my pants open and then on my dick and placing it into my pants. Looking back I think she relished the power she had over me.

For months after this whenever I saw her with her friends, or she came over to me when I was with my friends, she would taunt me by saying I remember, and I would panic and plead with her not to tell anyone. I guess it must have been a year later I was alone with her out the front, and she said the I remember thing, and said she wanted to do it again. I am sure she must have had some sex education by then, or at least talked with friends as she was really wanting to see it again.

Her eyes were directed right at my bulging briefs, and rarely ever looked me in the face, even when I was talking to her.

I finally told her that she could pull my pants down now whenever she wanted, she didn't have to ask me, or tell me, she could just whip them down, but when she did she must say down with the pants.

She felt my legs and felt my bulge, cupping it in her hand, before moving back to my legs and then back again to my bulge, resting her hand on there while she excitedly told me I was wearing pants.

After this she told me I could get dressed, but I said she would have to dress me. Of course she just pulled my pants up with no thought to my hard dick which was sticking out, so I told her she would have to put her hand in the front and put it in right. F*ck it was amazing as I looked down to see her hands holding my pants open and then on my dick and placing it into my pants. Looking back I think she relished the power she had over me.

For months after this whenever I saw her with her friends, or she came over to me when I was with my friends, she would taunt me by saying I remember, and I would panic and plead with her not to tell anyone. I guess it must have been a year later I was alone with her out the front, and she said the I remember thing, and said she wanted to do it again. I am sure she must have had some sex education by then, or at least talked with friends as she was really wanting to see it again.

Her eyes were directed right at my bulging briefs, and rarely ever looked me in the face, even when I was talking to her.

I finally told her that she could pull my pants down now whenever she wanted, she didn't have to ask me, or tell me, she could just whip them down, but when she did she must say down with the pants.

I had just acquired some new underpants, what we in the UK call tangas, but you Americans would probably know as bikini briefs. To me they were quite small or revealing, and high cut on the legs if you know what I mean.