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This story is for entertainment only.  It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction.  The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact.  I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here.  The characters in the story are entirely fictional.

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NIGHTY-WARE 

Part 26 (mf)

Prologue

It all started when mom had hosted a Nighty-Ware party for some friends and neighbors in my house.  Instead of plastic storage containers, lingerie of all kinds was sampled and purchased.  My first sexual experiences came as a result of delivering these purchases to our
neighbors.  Since then, I've continued to have a variety of sexual experiences with an assortment of partners.
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My parents were suckers for family members in need.  Need I remind you of Laura, who stayed with us while she worked out the difficulties in her marriage and self esteem?  I always felt like breaking her free of her inhibitions had a lot to do with her rehabilitation.  It also made my sex life interesting, at least for a while.

This time, it was spring break and I was looking forward to goofing off with my pals and ignoring my homework assignments.  The phone call from Uncle Fred and Aunt Emma changed all that.  Seems that they bought a small cabin up on a lake someplace.  It was going to be their vacation home.  Except it needed repairs and Uncle Fred didn't have the money to fix up the place after he bought it.  He called to hit my dad up for a loan, which we all knew would never be paid back.  Instead, my schrewd dad made a counter proposal.  He offered Fred my services during break, to help clean up and fix up the cabin, in exchange for use of the cabin on occasion.  Fred saw no cash coming and so agreed.  And I felt like I had just been sold into slavery.

The plans were made before I could even voice an opinion let alone object.  I would take a bus ride up to a nearby town, where Fred would meet me and take me to our joint work assignment.  Fred wasn't counting on me alone, fortunately.  After he accepted my dad's offer of my labor, Fred got some other family members to agree to pitch in.  Fred wasn't happy that his dream vacation spot was now a family time share, but it was better than a debt hešs never be able to repay.

I packed a bag of worn and stained jean shorts, cutoffs and t-shirts, so that getting them dirty wouldn't be a cause for my mom's alarm.  I also felt that getting away from my mom's friends, neighbors, and the cheerleaders would be a good idea.  The cheerleader challenge had been too much of a good thing, topped off by my doubleheader with Ms. Sirocco and Mindy.

My folks took me to the bus station and made sure I boarded the right vehicle.  The bus was starting its route, so I had the luxury of a double seat to myself.  I must have dozed off after the bus left the station because I don't remember much until I was woken by the bounce of someone taking the seat beside me at one of the buses many stops for new passengers.

She was a vision.  She had curly blonde hair that framed an angel's face.  She had covered her legs with a shawl or scarf so I couldn't see her skirt or legs.  She wore a long sleeved button-to-the-neck shirt that almost looked like a sweater.  She smelled like fresh milled soap.  It was clear that this young lady was prim, proper and well-mannered.  She must have grown up in a small conservative community, unaffected by the sex and violence of the big city, I thought.  In comparison, I was dressed like a slob.  I wore an old t-shirt with visible paint stains and jeans that had rips and worn spots all over.  The mystery of this gorgeous and prim creature got me excited but I was too nervous to do anything about it.  Involuntarily, my penis had other ideas.  It started to grow, escaping from my jockey shorts and moving slowly down my pants leg.  The material between my thighs was heavily worn and my extending member pushed against the threadbare material.  I was scared that it would push through and I'd be exposed.  The increasing heat aboard the bus added to my condition.  Evidently the bus's air conditioning system was on the fritz and instead of being cooled, we were all getting an unexpected and unwelcome sauna.  A modern vehicle, the bus windows were fixed and unopenable.  I decided to retreat to the bathroom at the rear of the bus and relieve myself.  I excused myself and scooted past the blonde angel with my back to her, so I wouldn't flaunt my condition.  

The bus bathroom was even hotter since it was an enclosed space with no ventilation.  With the angel's face in my imagination and a couple of strokes, I shot my load into the toilet.  I waited as long as I could for my penis to shrink back to normal and came down the aisle to my seat.  

The heat had gotten to my seating partner.  The long-sleeved shirt was gone, revealing a scooped neck short sleeve shirt.  The shawl was in the overhead bin, and a ladylike skirt was exposed, as were sculpted legs that showed from knee to ankle.  I went to scoot past the same way I exited but there was a problem.  The passenger in front of Angel had reclined his seat.  If I tried to move past backwards, I'd end up in Angel's lap.  I excused myself and stepped in front of Angel, facing her.  The passenger in front of her used that moment to push his chair back further.  I grabbed Angel's headrest with both hands to avoid falling into her, my legs straddling her tightly held together knees.  I glanced down and was treated to an amazing view.  Angel's breasts were small and completely hidden by her bra but her cleavage was so wide that I could see all the way down her blouse past her breasts and stomach to her belly button.  I looked up and saw Angel glancing at my midsection, where my penis had begun to harden all over again.  She seemed to be fascinated by it.  She slowly raised her hand and for a split second I thought she was going to touch it through my pants.  Instead, her index finger made its way to her face, where it came to rest on her lower lip.  It was too sexy for words.  I stepped carefully past her legs and spun into my seat.  

She noticed that I was glancing at her legs.  In passing by, Angels's skirt had been brushed to the side and a small amount of kneecap was exposed.  She quickly pulled her skirt back down, covering as much as possible.  I saw her attention drawn back to my crotch and my aroused condition.  I was shocked when she placed her hand on my knee.  My penis jerked and she was startled by the reaction.  I assumed that fair was fair and placed my hand on her closest knee.  She gave me a look of indignation and took my hand off, dropping it at my side.  I did the same to hers, much to her dismay.  Her look was one of curiousity and determination.  Once again her hand was on my knee and so I did the same.  She removed mine and so I removed hers.  If this wasn't going to mutual, I wasn't going to participate.  

I guess she decided that my move was a fair response to hers because the next time we touched each other's knees, our hands remained there.  Angel began to slowly move her hand up my leg.  It wasn't going to take very long before she'd have her hand on my dick.  Even through the jeans, I knew I'd never be able to hold back an orgasm.  In kind, I tried to move my hand up her skirt.  She kept her legs together tightly, denying me access between her legs above her knees.  I took her wrist and moved her hand back to my knee.  I was getting tired of this game despite the thrill of her touch.  I guess she finally understood the rules of our mutual encounter and let her legs separate just a bit.  My hand moved up between her thighs.  This gesture was too obvious though, as her skirt slid up much too far and exposed her.  She frowned, indicating she found this to be unacceptable.  She suddenly stood up and retrieved the shawl that had covered her legs.  With that camouflage in place, I was able to resume my exploration simultaneously with hers.  

When Angel finally rested the palm of her hand on the head of my dick, I rubbed my fingers against her panties.  Angel wasn't satisfied to just hold my dick.  She continued to move her hand up and back along its length, caressing it with her hand and her eyes.  I rubbed the front of her panties with the backs of my fingers, pushing the moist material into her.  Angel was rocking against my hand, enjoying the stimulation.  Angel found a threadbare patch of material near the tip of my penis and pushed two fingers through it, making yet another hole in my grubby jeans.  The next thing I know, she was rubbing the head of my dick with her bare fingers.  I returned the favor by pulling her wet panties aside and pushing one finger up into her cunt.  She was completely tight.  Even my finger didn't fit.  I wondered what it would feel like to fuck someone that tight.  Her attention to my prick was about to get results.  I wiggled to get her hand free from my pants but it was no use.  She wrapped her fingers around the head and fondled it from below, the most sensitive spot.  I fucked her with my finger, making sure to rub against where I thought her clitoris would be.  Angel was panting harder, although most of the passengers were making noise from the difficulty of breathing.  My penis throbbed and jerked as my balls erupted and I felt my load spurt all over her fingers and down my pants leg just as Angels' cunt applied a vice grip to my finger and she experienced what I expected was her first orgasm.  Angel removed her fingers from the hole in my pants and sucked them clean.  I removed my finger from her overheated pussy and did the same.  We both relaxed in our seats to recuperate from the experience.  In a short time, the bus arrived at my stop.  I excused myself and stepped in front of Angel to leave the bus.  She moved her face forward and sucked the damp spot on my jeans.  I never looked back as I exited the bus and began to look for Uncle Fred.

Continued in NIGHTY-WARE  Part 27

An Original HM Tale

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