A Schoolgirl, or, a stripper version of one anyway.
She had on a pair of Mary Janes: you know, little girl shoes, except little girls don't wear 4" heels. Her long legs were wrapped in black thigh-high stockings with these cute little red bows on the back. Her skirt, if you could call it that, since it barely went over her hips, was pleated with a black and red plaid pattern. As she moved, I could see a flash of her tiny white panties. Her blouse was tied up, revealing her tight, sexy stomach. She had blonde hair that was in pigtails. I couldn't see her face, since she was talking to someone, but I had to meet her. I just hoped that the bulge that was growing in my pants didn't meet her first!
As I moved to get in front of her, I realized that at least one of the girls she was talking to was 's roommate! At least I would have an in on the conversation. I got a quick peek at my schoolgirl's breasts as I got into position: they were magnificent! I finally got in front of her, so I could see her face. She was beautiful, in a slutty kind of way. She had done her make-up like a young girl who had broke into her mother's make-up case; it was all too overdone, making her look really sexy. Behind her cat's-eye mask, her eyes were the brightest blue I had ever seen; probably contacts, I told myself, but I didn't care. I quickly flashed her my biggest smile.
And she smiled back, with a sexy, 'I'm the girl you're going home with' kind of look in her eye. I couldn't believe a girl like this was totally checking me out. I had to say something, but what? I decided to be cute and flirtatious. "Isn't it a little late for you to be out, little lady?" I asked, moving in a little closer. I started to feel like I knew her; maybe one of my sister's friends?
"Oh, mister, it's OK," she responded, in a sexy, breathy voice, "My parents aren't home tonight, so they won't care that I'm out!" She batted her eyes at me. God, she was turning me on! She playfully put the tip of the straw in her drink in her mouth and looked me right in the eyes. If there ever was a 'come hither' look before, this was the one!
I decided to strike while the iron was hot: I would hit her with the most obnoxious pick-up line I could: "Well, if your parents aren't home, maybe I should take you back to your house and teach you a lesson!"
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