Literotic asexstories – Slip to Pleasure by peterdee,peterdee
Let me explain. At 18 I’m a high school senior, about 5ft 6in, dark hair that flashes auburn in the sun, a figure far too rounded to be fashionable, but I kept myself fit playing 3rd team basketball, but with little other interest in sport and an intense dislike for gym which was compulsory at the school — you know the drill: strong body, strong mind and all that. As it turned out, the gym period came at the same time as the junior school kids broke up for the day, so I instantly volunteered to do the scholar patrol, ensuring that the smaller kids got across the road to their lifts safely and in reasonable order. I quite liked the job actually. The kids respected me mostly and I became a sort of aunt to them, listening to their troubles as they waited to cross the road along the zebra crossing.
As I said, I became aware of this large Mercedes van about 10 days ago. It was always there by the time I got to the zebra crossing. An elderly man with a shock of silver hair and a neatly trimmed white beard sat behind the wheel and it seemed his eyes never left me. Now, I am quite street-wise and fully aware of the perverts that a school such as ours could attract. He never picked up any of the kids and the van was always gone by the time I left classes later in the day.
He seemed harmless enough and I was reluctant to report him to the school authorities because that would create a god-awful fuss so I thought I would march up to him and ask him straight out what he thought he was doing.
With my green reflective vest as a sort of armour, I crossed the road on the zebra before the young kids came, went to the window of the van and said: “Hey mister, I’ve seen you every day for a while now and you don’t pick up anyone, can you tell me what you are doing outside our school?”
His eyes widened in surprise, I think. Then a smile slowly spread itself across his mostly unlined face and then a laugh rumbled from his belly upwards, so that I couldn’t help smiling myself.
“Why kiddo, do I offend you?” and his dark eyes seemed to lance into my brain.
“No,” I said. “But you seem to stare at me all the time and that makes me a bit uncomfortable. You must either have a good reason to be here or else I am going to have to report you to the principal’s office,” I warned, pretty sure that would shake him.
“Ah yes! It’s a long time since I have been reported to the principal’s office,” and he grinned again. “Do they still bend you over and beat you?”
I couldn’t help a giggle. “Hey man, that went out with the Ark! Where’ve you been?”
“Around,” he said and his dark eyes held mine, “yes around. Well I had better come clean, I suppose. I live half a mile down the road and I drive past the school almost every day. Then I noticed you. I noticed the swing of your hips, the tilt of your head, the way you organize the kids who seem to adore you, your laugh that tinkles across the road and since I nearly shunted the car in front of me just watching you, I thought I had better stop and watch and that’s what I’ve been doing.”
I watched him in amazement. He had to be having me on. I’m not the prettiest kid in the school by a long shot. The way the boys treated me confirmed that. Don’t get me wrong, I’m okay and I like myself and most things about me, but wasting time on being attractive and sexy like some of my classmates, was just not me and that’s the way I liked it.
“You gotta be joking,” I gasped.
“Well, not really,” he smiled. “I’m not so young anymore and just watching you and the energy you put out makes me feel younger and alive. I always leave here with renewed vigour and somehow full of life.”
This guy is unreal, I thought. But hell, it’s good to know that someone appreciates you. By this time there was chirping from across the road as the kids began to gather.
“Listen, I gotta go. The flocks gather.”
“Okay,” he nodded. “Am I going to be reported to the dreaded principal’s office?”
I laughed. “Nah! You seem to be harmless. Bye”
I skipped across the road with an extra bounce in my step and gave the old guy and extra swing of the hips, just to give him a lift.
He was there most days after that. And on those days he didn’t pitch, I felt as if someone had cheated me from something. We’d wave at each other and if he felt he wasn’t being watched, he’d sometimes blow me a kiss in an exaggerated way so that it was funny rather than a come on. I found I enjoyed being watched by him and would often give him a glimpse of my knickers under the short school uniform by twirling around faster than I needed to as a sort of reward and that usually got a grin on his face.
Then one day it rained. There was a heavy shower followed by a drizzle that seemed stuck in place, not cold, but wet and miserable. I got to the zebra crossing in a bad temper, wondering if gym wasn’t a better option. I had a puke-green plastic coat on which the school provided that went to my hips, leaving my legs to get wet. I had herded a group of kids across the road and was stomping back in a hurry when my foot slipped in a puddle and I went down, bouncing along the tar on my backside. I lay there in shock, my school dress way above my waist. Suddenly this concerned face loomed over me with its thick silver hair and the deep voice soothed me instantly.
“It’s okay kiddo. I’ve got you, I’ll fix you. It will be okay.”
He pulled the hem of my dress down, grasped me under the knees and under my neck and swung me up against his body. He strode to the van and put me gently on my feet.
“Can you stand?”
I nodded, tears beginning to spring to my eyes as the pain hit. He swung around, slid back the door on the side of the van and picked me up again. He carried into the back of the van and even through the pain I gasped in wonder. Most of the van was taken up by a bed, but the rest was beautifully decorated with thick carpets covering the floor and walls.
He laid me face down on the bed and lifted the back of my dress and clucked his tongue. Then I remembered although they are forbidden at the school, I was wearing thongs and must be showing just about everything I had, but there was nothing much I could do about it now.
“Lie still kiddo,” he said with only concern in his voice. “I’ll need to wash the grit and dirt out of those scrapes or they could become infected. Then I’m going to put some gentian violet on the scraped areas which means you are going to walk around like a baboon with a blue arse for a while, but it will dry up the scrapes in no time.”
Even I managed a snivelling giggle at that thought.
He bent down over my bum, bare but for the thin scrap on cloth buried in my crack. His hands on my leg were firm, but amazingly gentle and he hummed softly as he attended to my wounds. I tried to close my legs tightly, but that only caused me more pain.
“Relax sweetheart,” he rumbled. “I’ve already seen your front remember and I need you to open your legs so I can be sure we get the scrapes thoroughly clean.”
His hands pressed between my thighs gently making sure I opened my legs as he dabbed warm water along the injured areas. As the pain and the shock wore away I suddenly started to get turned on by the feel of this man’s hands on my body so close to my sex. I had never allowed anyone to touch me down there, but now I felt this electric knot in my stomach and I had this urge to press down with my hips into the mattress, while I could feel I was beginning to pant.
He dabbed on the gentian violet and then leaned down and blew across the scrapes to dry it. The air went up my crack and then down between my legs and it gave me such a tingle, I thrust down with my hips and couldn’t make up my mind if the pleasure of the pressure against my pussy on the mattress or the pain of my bum as the muscles tensed was more urgent.
“You like that kiddo?” he asked softly. “You’re lucky the scrapes are not too bad. You’ll be fine in a day or two.”
The pain was almost gone now, but his fingertips that were lightly brushing my skin along my thighs and around the scrapes on my bum were giving me such electric tingles, I didn’t know what to do.
“Okay baby,” he stood up in the van. “I’m going to drive you home now. Do you need to call anyone?”
I shook my head missing his hands on my skin desperately. He took my address, opened the door into the driver’s cab, started the van and moved off. By now I had noticed a pleasant musky smell. I pushed my hand down under my hips to find my thong was soaked and a bolt of electricity shot through me as I pushed down on my hand with my hips. My fingers were moving by themselves and I kept pushing down on them, gasping at the jolts of pleasure that shot through me. Suddenly the excitement seemed to gather in the pit of my stomach and then it broke over me crashing wave after wave …and somewhere someone shouted “Oh my god…”
I was still trembling and puffing when the van stopped and the man came back into the body of the van.
“You okay baby?” he asked and I could see he noticed my hand still under me between my legs. He sat down, his fingers tracing a pattern on my skin ever so gently.
“You did good, baby. It’s just fine.” He reached across and gently tugged my hand from under me and put my fingers in his mouth, sucking gently. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry with embarrassment. He obviously knew what I had been doing, but since he seemed okay with it, I decided to bluff it out.
“We home?” He nodded. “Okay, thanks. What’s your name by the way? Mine’s Cindy.”
As he helped me up from the bed he told me his name was Jim.
“Thanks Jim. You really were a star to help me. I feel such a fool falling like that, but ..”and I blushed .. “it had a happy ending, very happy. Thanks.”
“Hey kiddo, I hope that it’s a beginning, not an ending. You won’t be able to sit for a few days, and you really shouldn’t get the scrapes wet, so I don’t think you should go to school tomorrow. I would also keep wearing thongs … or nothing! Ordinary panties will rub on the scrapes. Would you mind if I came around about 10 tomorrow and put more stuff on your scratches?”
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