Anne
I had 3 Close Encounters with Anne, the last of which I've already described in the Vestal Virgins Visit.
But my first 2 were in High School. A Senior girl, currently awaiting Varsity Entrance, she was so obviously well above my Pay Grade. All the Lads Fancied her. Tall. Blonde. Well stacked. "Plots" were rife about "tripping-up in front of her" and "grabbing her tits on the way down!" But on this hot May Day just 3 of us were sat in the Dining Hall admiring the girls sprawling outside on the adjacent lawn. Then Anne appeared, settling down between a couple of Mates. She wore the Regulation Dark Blue skirt, but her matching, sleeveless Top had a low, wide, scooped, ruched (boat?) neckline. Our Trio of eyes automatically locked onto her as she casually stretched-out, full length, rolling onto her front and raising herself up onto her elbows. There they were, right before our very eyes, her now fully exposed nipple-tipped fulsome tits hanging out of her half-cup bra ! My mate, "Brat", saw my instant erection and reached for my thigh. Vigerous rubbing. Quick Load Shooting. Uniform trousers stained ! We remained anchored till the Girls departed !
A couple of months later I was once again in The Dining Hall, but this time writing-up my Contribution to a Group Project. But each year, the Drama Group put on a Play in the adjacent Main Hall. The "props" were stored under the Stage, but the "rolled-up, painted canvas Back-Drop" was too long. So it had been left half in/out of the side door close to where I was seated. Then the the music started, and about 20 Girls entered. Barefoot, in Navy Blue "elastic top and bottom" knickers and white blouses. "Music & Movement". "Greek Dancing". Whatever. To Piano Accompanyment. Then Anne appeared ! But as befitted a Senior Girl, HER gear was Personally Tailored ! Tiny, faded Briefs. Too-Small blouse with missing Buttons. There she was, bending, stretching, spinning, twisting, cartwheeling, handstanding, star-jumps, toe touching, etc under the bright lights. And I'm sat in seclusion, getting a front-row view! YES! Pubes flashed. Crack outlined through her thin briefs. Buttocks exposed. Tits swinging freely. Nipples poking. And ALL to Music ! I abandoned Writing and stood in the doorway, extracting my throbbing Weapon. My Instant Load shot all over the Scenery !
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