Here I was now all by myself you would think that I would have been relieved that it was over. But no I somehow felt a sadness that it was over. Was I dreaming? Just as that thought flowed through my mind a cool brisk wind blew the bottom of my jacket open exposing my dark purple and crimson red bruises swollen knees through the white lace thigh high nylons. I reached down with the intent to close my jacket but I needed to know was it real! My hands almost numb from the cold hit the delicate lace top of the nylons I could instantly feel the warmth of my cum splattered thighs. As my hands slowly slid down the silky smooth nylons the intense heat of my knees made my finger tips tingle. I could feeling the burning heat that radiated like nothing that I had ever felt before. With the pain so instance I knew it was real, my knees started to tremble and I could feel them getting weak. Just then I spotted a bus stop bench only feet away. Now I felt a scene of relief hit knowing I could sit for a bit and process on what I had thought could only have been a dream. Holding my jacket tight to keep in the warmth, I scurried to the bench as fast as my little feet could. I approached the bench and I knew that I could not just plop my punished throbbing welted ass on what I knew would be a chilly pain reliving metal bench. I shut my eye and remembered the cold sharp sensation of the chair just below me breast with my ass still jiggling from Andrews bare hand spanking, His other arm wrapped around my waist while his trembling hand pressed firmly against my plumb pussy. My sweet juices dripping through his fingers, my body trembling with orgasmic electricity. The memories filled my head sending what felt like a warm bubbly campaign through body giving me just what I needed to place my tender well punished ass on that cooling bench that was calling my name. Anticipating the pain I lowered myself down slowly holding on to the benches arm gripping as tightly as I could. I could feel the heat leave my welted bottom as it pressed against the cool metal bench. Feeling such an urge of arousal my hands were like magnets moving right to my thighs gripping the silky nylons with one hand while the other slid under the cum soaked white lace panties. I could feel the silky wet juices that soaked my fingers as I stroked my clit. The pain was no longer pain but a pleasure that I knew that I had to have more of.
My hand full of my sweet juices and some of Andrews nectar. I began to ask myself how did this happen, what had I done? I started to let myself fall back in to time remembering the first time meeting Andrew. It was on the public bus on my first day of private Catholic collage, I had always been the popular well behaved girl that my parents raised me to be. I wanted to be that good girl that I was supposed to be but I always felt a deep urge to be naughty that I didn’t know how to explain. Sometimes I would “accidentally” forget to wear my bra or wear dark color panties under a light colored skirt. On that day it was my first interaction with Andrew. On my way to school wearing the standard school uniform, plaid pleated skirt with a white polo top but of course the naughty me forgot my to put on my bra. As I bounced up the steps knowing my perky breast were bouncing freely making my nipples hard and totally visible to any on lookers. Sliding my bus pass while glancing at a quite full buss, the driver in a deep voice said “plenty of room in the back”. Bouncing myself to the back I passed a few handsome well-groomed guys that I had known from the football team in high school. Making my bouncy flirtatious way past them I felt one of their hands grab my ass as I bounced by, Startled I fell face first almost hitting the floor. But just as I braced myself for the fall I felt a sudden swoop above my waist and strong hand pulling my left shoulder up. I could feel the electricity that instantly flowed through me. I had hoped that it was the hot football player. As I turned around to thank him I realized it was some strange nerdy guy that I had seen every now and then on my way to dance lesson that I had been taking on Saturdays. I could feel his hands trembling and quickly like lead weights they dropped to his waist turning slightly away from me. I quickly shook off the embarrassment and thanked him for helping me. After regaining my footing and dusting myself off I could help but to see the huge bulge in the pants of the nerd that somehow magically saved me from a face plummet. Trying not to let him know what I had just seen I found my seat until my stop.
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