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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 12 (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 had more experiences, heightening and strengthening my attention and desire for sex.  After staying with my aunt, I'm with my parents at a resort, with new and exciting opportunities.

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I woke up in a cold sweat to a knock at the door.  It was my folks, asking if I'd be joining them for dinner later.  Given my expression and complexion, my mom asked if I was ill.  I told her I just got a little too much sun.  It was actually a little too much sex and a lot of guilt.  I told them I'd clean up and join them in the lobby, and we'd go out to a restaurant.  I was glad that we were getting away from the hotel.  I was worried and sorry about my recent experience.  Up until now, I could justify my sexual encounters as training, primarily for myself at the hands of older women or, in Linda's case, for someone else.  But the sexual interlude with the bride-to-be was sexual opportunism.  She and I were both horny, and acted on it to our mutual satisfaction, with no regard to anyone else's feelings.  It didn't feel like my other experiences, and it didn't feel right.

We didn't see any of the bridal entourage at the restaurant, and the meal revived me emotionally and physically.  Just to sure, I spent the evening in my room, watching movies on cable that I must have missed at the theater.

I got a good nights sleep and took a hot shower the next morning to get the blood flowing.  I ran into my folks at breakfast in the coffee shop, and ordered a big breakfast.  The same young girl from the previous day set the table and poured me water.  She was looking at me so hard that the water overflowed my glass, soaking the napkins and placemat she had just arranged.  She turned red, apologized, and wiped up the mess with paper towels and a rag.  Every time I looked up, I saw her looking back at me.

We finished breakfast, and I decided to take a long walk on the beach.  I returned to my room and was in the middle of changing when there was a knock at the door.  When I asked who was there, "Room service" was the reply.  I pulled up my boxer swimming trunks and opened the door.  Standing there was the young server.  I informed her that I had not ordered anything from room service, and then I noticed that she wasn't carrying a tray anyway.  She walked past me into the room and stood there, waiting for me.  I let the door shut by itself and followed her in.

"My aunt works here in housekeeping, and she got me a job helping in the restaurant," she explained without me asking.  "I can tell you're special.  I can pick out the special ones," she went on, moving her hands to the top button of her starched white uniform.  "I saw you two together yesterday, and I know what you did.  I listened at the door.  You two had a great time together.  I like having a great time," she advised and there were a couple of buttons undone, barely showing anything.  

I didn't reply.  I was too shocked, for a bunch of reasons, and looked away to think.  Someone witnessed what the bride and I had done.  What if she threatened to tell the groom-to-be?  It could destroy the bride's life, and if he turned violent, mine as well.  What if she told my folks, and the episodes with the neighbors were exposed as a result?  I'd be an outcast, maybe even sent to jail.  

When I looked back in her direction, I saw a young girl continuing to take off her clothes in my room.  She had kicked off her shoes, and the entire front of her uniform was undone.  She was just starting to slide the dress off her shoulders.  When it hit the ground, the effect was devastating.  She was wearing a bra that was barely necessary, a pair of plain white cotton panties, and white knee socks that ended just below the knee.  She was every man's wet dream -- a young girl for the asking.  But this one was demanding.  "You wouldn't want me to tell anyone about you and that lady," she said matter-of-factly.  "I just want to have a great time with you, like she did."

My hard-on was involuntary, and she smiled as she noticed my trunks tenting.  She moved closer, took the trunks by the sides, and brought them to my ankles.  My penis bounced out, slapping her cheek.  She giggled, and my penis grew even harder.  She reached up and cupped my dick in her two small hands.  

"Did she suck it?" she asked, and put her lips to it before I could nod in the affirmative.  

She was no novice, I'll tell you that for sure.  I was afraid to touch her, so I left my hands dangling at the ends of my limp arms.  

"What I really want is to feel this big thing inside me," she announced, and directed me to lay back on the bed.  

She took her own panties off, exposing a cuny with light, flossy hair.  She straddled my hips, and placed my penis at the entrance of her cunt.  

"This will be great," she predicted, and began to wriggle down.  

The friction was marvelous, although I wasn't sure she would be able to take it all.  

"Take off my bra," she commanded, and I reached up to unfasten the front clasp.  

She shrugged it from her arms.  Her breasts were small and dainty, with tiny nipples in the center that did not look erect.  She increased her activity, moving up and down like a piston in an engine.  She was loosening up just a bit, and the depth was increasing with each stroke.  Her movements gained speed, and soon she was almost hopping up and down on my prick, grunting and moaning in rhythm.  I felt my semen begin to bubble up from my balls.  I tried to get her to stop and get off before I exploded inside her, grabbing her hips, but with all of her weight behind the movement all I ended up doing was pulling her down harder on my prick, deeper and deeper.  She smiled, apparently appreciating what she took to be cooperation and assistance.  

"I'm cumming," I announced, and as I spurted she flopped down flat on me with me still inside her, her breasts rubbing my chest and her legs on either side of mine.  She just laid there for a moment, and then got up, put her clothes back on, and prepared to depart.

"I sure can pick the special ones," she said congratulating herself.  I just shook my head in amazement.

Continued in NIGHTY-WARE Part 13

An Original HM Tale

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