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/* Thanks to Patches for helping a guy who has nil experience with sex
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to write a story about it nonetheless. It seems that my fantasies are
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not *completely* unrealistic. As always, I stay forever curious how
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"realistic" I get with my writings. Any comments welcome, as long as
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they are not in binary format :-)
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This story connects to The Dream Team, part 6 */
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Restaurant Rites
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By Tinker, July 1995
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I took Diana out that evening. There was no particular reason for this, but
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we both felt like it and there was something in the air that just called
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for it. I insisted that she wore the same clothes to the restaurant that
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she had worn while I drove her to her apartment just after the training:
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her complete cheerleader uniform, but with her long, black skirt over it,
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so that only her boots were visible and not her sleek, long legs
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disappearing under her impossibly short cheerleader skirt. Her red top was
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nice enough to wear as part of an evening dress, and her hair never needed
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any extra attention. She wanted to change her red uniform panties that
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already had been used quite heavily that day for a new and dry pair, but I
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convinced her that they had already dried sufficiently well to prevent
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staining her black skirt, and I added that it simply aroused me more to
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know that she still wore the same panties that she had intentionally wet
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this afternoon.
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We found a nice, dimly lit table in a corner, partially screened by jungle,
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and soon began to absorb its ambience and the bottle of red wine I had
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ordered. Diana seemed even more susceptible to the alcohol than I usually
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was. She giggled behind her hand, telling me stories that made her laugh.
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At one well-worn moment she swung her crossed leg and caught my calf quite
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hard, which hurt me quite a bit, to tell you the truth. I frowned and
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started to rub. Her soft-seeming boots had solid soles and toes, I'd found
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out. Diana quickly regained her normal attitude and was really sorry. "Aw.
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Did it hurt that much? I'm so sorry for that! Will it be better if I gently
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rub it? I cannot kiss the spot here." Now it was my turn to grin. "You may
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rub it if you like. Please don't duck under the table to kiss my leg.
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You've attracted enough attention already with that laughter."
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She smiled and I felt the indeed soft side of her boot against my calf. It
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did not help much for the pain, but I surely liked it. Diana took another
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sip of her wine and took a slightly different position on her seat. I
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quickly discovered why: her boot slowly slid higher up my left leg and soon
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her toes tickled my inner thigh. Aha, that game. Hidden by the long table
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cloth, there was little or no chance of anybody seeing anything, so I let
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her continue. She looked me right into my eyes while pushing my thighs a
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bit apart with both her feet. Then one foot slipped between my thighs and
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started to gently rub the front of my pants, pushing up the white table
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cloth a bit. I moved closer to the table and closed my eyes. Diana
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continued and I felt my body responding. But I did not want to let it go
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too far. Not yet, and not here.
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Eventually I stopped her and pushed back her foot. She looked a bit
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disappointed, so I asked her: "Ever seen the film *Der Blechtrommel*?" Her
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eyes lit up. "Yes. With the little guy sitting under the table and watching
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the things the adults do?" I nodded. "There's no little guy here, I
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presume, but we can play adult." Diana winked and I reached down to untie
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my shoe lace. With my shoe removed, I let my right foot crawl towards
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Diana's boot and tickled her toes. She winked again. I felt that she had
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put her feet tightly together and saw her straightening her back and
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graciously twining her fingers. This would be fun, exploring a lady's
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hidden virtues in a restaurant. I sipped from my wine and went up her
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calves. Halfway her knees I felt something touch my foot from above, and I
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knew I went under her skirt from then on. There were her knees. I tickled
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around a bit and then started to push. Diana held them firmly together and
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stuck her tongue out for a moment. I took another sip of wine and started
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back down. Immediately Diana's knees split up an inch, and quickly I went
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in between them. The more I pushed inward, the more her thighs moved apart,
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and I imagined my foot sliding along her gorgeous legs, hidden under her
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soft skirt, reaching for her secret red triangle that was somewhere out
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there.
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Eventually I felt the funnel narrowing down, despite Diana holding her
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knees so far apart that she stretched her skirt to its limits. She held her
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breath when I touched her panties. I pushed my toe firmly against her soft
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flesh and wondered if her panties would still be wet enough to feel them
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soaking my sock. Nope. Whatever I tried, I could not detect any damp
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feeling. So I started gently rubbing her crotch, just like she had done to
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me. Only she did not stop me. She only closed her eyes and desperately
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tried to look casual and normal. It went reasonably well. It was not that
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crowded and with the rich vegetation around us, nothing conspicuous could
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be seen. I saw her knuckles slowly turning white as she clutched her hands
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more firmly, and this told me that I was making definite progress.
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"Shall I give you a wet toe?" Diana asked, while looking down to her lap
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where strange things took place. "No Diana, keep that for later, please.
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Just relax now. Relax and enjoy. We will take care of your panties after
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the dinner."
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I started to rub harder and over a greater area. Diana began to breath
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differently and I saw a slight flush appearing. While still holding my
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glass of wine, I had ample time and opportunity to watch my dear Diana
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gearing up. I had done similar things to her before, sure, but then it was
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always a mutual experience, and in private or with only team members
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closely by. Now I was less aroused physically, and could follow Diana
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through every stage, while she let me work my way up her skirt in a public
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restaurant. Quite a turn-on, really.
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Even in the dim yellow light, I could see her eyes glisten and her pupils
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widened even more. She gasped lightly and I felt her pushing back against
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my toes. I smiled and met her eyes, which did not see much any more, but
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enough to confirm my intentions: go on... please go on! A boot appeared
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against the seat of my chair, and after a last sip of my wine, I placed my
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hand around her foot to keep it there. Her other boot followed, and now we
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could really push. I explored Diana's soft parts with my toe while she
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began to move her hips rhythmically back and forth, and I could see her
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breasts grow in her sweater. I had never before experienced Diana so close
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to an orgasm while being reasonably clear myself, and so this physical
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evidence of her state of mind greatly aroused me. I could even see her skin
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glistening now, with an almost invisible film of perspiration developing on
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her face. Her lips opened a bit and another gasp escaped Diana. Now it was
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her time.
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I grasped her boots firmly and unmercifully used the fact that my legs were
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a bit longer than hers. Rubbing her panties like mad, I did not give her
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time to think of any escape at all. It came to her inevitably, she could do
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nothing about it, with her spread legs fixed against my chair and my eyes
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securely fixed on hers. I felt her legs tighten up, locking themselves in
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their most-stretched position, and then she gave up. She threw her head
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backwards and moaned with her jaws clutched. I faked a cough to cover up,
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and hoped that the waitress would not come by the next minute. She didn't.
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With her bare legs stretching her skirt, Diana wrapped her arms around
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herself and then curled up like a baby.
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Diana went through two waves of spasms and then became calm again. The
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whole thing took about twenty seconds, but it took her much longer to cool
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down and make the flush disappear. When I called for the waitress to bring
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us the dessert card, she still was not completely back on earth, and so I
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picked out a nice ice cream plate for her myself. "With not too much
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Amaretto," I whispered to the waitress in a confidential voice. She looked
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at Diana, saw her state, and smiled back. She must have thought that Diana
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was rather tipsy because of the wine. When she disappeared again, Diana
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could not keep in a giggle, and then grasped my hands. No need for talking.
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We understood each other perfectly this way.
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When we left the place, Diana shortly looked at the door leading to the
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toilets, and then hooked her arm in mine. "I really want to wet my panties
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on the way home, darling," she whispered. "Please go through the park. I
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want some privacy when I part my legs for you." I kissed her and we turned
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left, taking the road that led to one of the small pieces of semi-forest
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and lawn left in town. Soon we were as alone as you will ever be in a city,
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and we cuddled in the beams of a few lonely light poles.
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Finally, Diana broke our passionate kiss and stepped back to let me view
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her full body: "Here comes the waterfall. Say goodbye to my panties!" With
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a friendly smile, she put her boots a good deal apart and closed her eyes.
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I hesitated a moment, and then softly told her that it might be a good idea
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to take off her long, black skirt. Diana opened her eyes again and blinked.
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"You mean... back to my cheerleader skirt? Yes... and then *you* could wear
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*my* skirt, and join me! Besides, getting myself wet panties in uniform is
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still the best. It feels the same, but it's much more naughty, and you can
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see it far better!" Quickly she unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the
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ground, revealing her long, sleek legs and her tiny red skirt that was just
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barely long enough to be called "skirt." I stooped down and picked up the
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skirt from the ground. "I bet you planned this while asking me to keep on
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my uniform," Diana mumbled while she prepared herself to go extensively
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into her uniform panties. Not that there was much to prepare; her clothes
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were literally made for it.
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I held her long skirt in front of me and wondered if I indeed would swap my
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pants for the skirt for a few minutes. Chances of being caught would be
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small enough to risk, and it opened up a marvellous opportunity to wet
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myself together with Diana. Afterwards I would need to take off my
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underwear before putting on my pants again, but that was easy enough. Diana
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now was ready, and as she turned to me to take her favourite wetting pose
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again, she understood my thoughts.
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"Hmmm... you need to be quick, because I cannot hold it much longer. Even
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if I try to hold it, my panties will start changing colour in two minutes,
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if they haven't already." A short look up her skirt told us that her red
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underwear still was dry, however. To tease me, she crossed her legs and put
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her hands in her crotch for a moment. I needed no more encouragement. Soon
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my pants were on the ground while I enjoyed Diana's skirt around my legs.
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The freedom of the garment kept surprising me. I just needed to spread my
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legs a bit and that would be all. How unfair to keep males from wearing
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skirts!
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Diana looked around a bit and took her pose. It was remarkable that she
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never got tired of the standard way every wet girl once began: she parted
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her feet, put her hands on her hips, and looked down to her little skirt
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while waiting for her body to take over her muscles. We had tried lots of
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other poses, but apparently this particular one combined most of Diana's
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little fantasies: standing up in her flashy cheerleader uniform, sure of
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attracting attention; safely hiding her panties from view, while still
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suggesting a lot; and standing in that typical cheerleader pose that would
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not be conspicuous in any way on the field, yet quite revealing here in the
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park. Every girl passing by would immediately think that Diana was weeing
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into her panties, no matter the uniform. And after the fun she would have a
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great time wearing those wet panties under that challenging skirt, going
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everywhere and doing everything.
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Still, I had something else in mind. I hooked my arm in hers and pulled her
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back onto the sidewalk, continuing our walk home. She struggled a bit at
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first, but since the park was completely deserted, she finally gave in.
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Together we walked for a minute or so, both in a skirt and both very much
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wanting to pee in our underwear. I hoped she would give up first.
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She did. She suddenly stopped walking and threw her hair over her shoulder,
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announcing: "Here we go" while clawing at her skirt, her feet still
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together. I looked at her and tried to hike up her skirt from behind, but
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Diana pulled it down firmly and kept her secret for herself. She shuddered
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when the first spurt hit her underwear and got eagerly soaked up by the red
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fabric. "Ohhh, it is so *warm*, it feels like it is running everywhere! And
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I cannot stop it! I really can't! I'm weeing in my panties right now, and
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my little skirt soon won't be enough to cover me... oh God, I'm in a park
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in my uniform and I'm wetting all over myself!" I felt her trembling from
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excitement while she gave herself over to this summit of delight, pushing
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out her water into her tight, absorbing, red uniform panties. Parting her
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feet a bit, she felt the comforting warmth between her legs and wondered
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why it always seemed to take much less time to do it all in her panties
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than to go to the toilet. On a toilet she could wee for ages, while she
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always delightfully flooded her panties in no time.
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While a trickle started to drop down from under her skirt, Diana bit her
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lip and then suddenly pulled her legs back together. What now? Apparently
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she had thought of something new to try. Indeed, she turned around and
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squatted down, still wetting. With her arms around her knees and her thighs
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tightly together she gave a great imitation of the Desperate Girl Next
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Door, weeing in her underwear but remaining in control and not losing her
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dignity. But after a short moment of private wet fun, Diana couldn't keep
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it to herself any more and opened her thighs, revealing a great pair of
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red, soppy panties that showed a nice dark stain from halfway her crotch
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down. At the lowest point a small trickle steadily dripped down and once in
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a while I could see some glistening through the front of her panties in the
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rays beaming from the street lights. Diana smiled and with her eyes half
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closed she spread a serene and peaceful kind of joy.
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I couldn't keep my hands from reaching out and soon I was stroking her
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slippery panties again, what apparently caused a wonderful feeling for
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Diana. Her trembling stopped, and with still more warm, comforting liquid
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to push through her panties, she forgot time and place and just sat there,
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squatted, weeing in her underwear like a child and not being a bit ashamed
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of it. Her uniform skirt blocked every view of her drowning panties, except
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for her front, and of course that was exactly where I was. Seeing my
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girlfriend wetting her panties always was a great event, but on this
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occasion it became something really special.
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Now it was time for my own contribution to our mutual game. I was squatting
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already to be able to reach Diana's wet panties, and I figured that it
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would be easy to do it that way myself. Diana's long skirt was not in the
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way, so with my eyes fixed on her moist red triangle I started to push. I
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sensed a hiccup in Diana's steady stream and realised that she must be
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almost empty. Good. As soon as she would stop and open her eyes again, I
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would give her lots of opportunities to do whatever she liked. With two
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firm pushes, Diana washed her last warm waves down her panties and sighed
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with pleasure. In one swift motion she let herself fall forward on her
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knees, so that her skirt dropped over her wet panties and covered up every
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sign of what had happened. Without any hesitation she pulled my skirt up
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and went straight for my underwear. Knowing that Diana was looking at my
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crotch for the first signs, I now closed my eyes myself and pressed
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lightly. The excitement of the moment was unbelievable. Here I was,
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squatting in a public park with my girlfriend's skirt on, while my
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girlfriend sat in front of me, in her cheerleader uniform, with freshly wet
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panties up her little skirt and in a state of high erotical arousal. When I
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felt the first spurt approaching, I opened my thighs somewhat more and took
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a last breath.
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There it was. I felt my warm wee finding its way into my penis from
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somewhere inside my belly, and in a few moments I had wet underwear as
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well. Diana chuckled while she followed the trail of damp fabric as it
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expanded downward, and when my wee started to gather between my legs and
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overflow onto the ground, her lovely hands made the feast complete. I threw
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it all out in a few heavy gushes, and Diana was delighted with the flood I
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caused between my legs. It came everywhere, it even crawled up my ass. When
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it was over, much too soon for my likings, she did not stop caressing me
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and eventually I went back to her as well. I hiked up her skirt from
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behind, reaching left and right alongside her, and played around on her
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firm, wet bum. Our eyes found each other and a deep, loving kiss followed.
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We kept caressing each other for a few minutes, and then reality took over.
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I stepped out of her skirt and handed it back to Diana, who was in doubt
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about wearing only her uniform skirt back to her apartment or putting on
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the long black skirt again. She decided on the long skirt. I stripped my
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soaked panties off my bum and wondered where to leave them. Diana's purse,
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with its indispensable little plastic bags, offered the solution. Some
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paper napkins were more than enough to dry me, since squatting is the best
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way to keep yourself as dry as possible. I pulled up my pants and we were
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just the normal couple again. Of course Diana still was soaking wet under
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her skirt, but nobody would notice this. Arm in arm we continued our way to
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her apartment and stopped a few times to cuddle. Diana couldn't resist
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parting her feet a few more times, more to turn us on than to wet herself.
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The first thing I did after entering her apartment was to remove Diana's
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long skirt again. She still looked the best with almost completely bare
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legs. Normally we would proceed towards the bath room, to finish the fun
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and clean up. But without any discussion we both stopped one door sooner
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and entered Diana's bed room.
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For a moment, I was startled. Diana had bought a new bed. A double bed. A
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water bed. It looked unbelievably cosy and immediately I knew this would be
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the nest we would spend a lot of time in during a good part of the rest of
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our lives. I could do nothing but smile at her and take her in my arms. She
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kissed me and said: "So now for the main dish. I still remember our first
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time as if it was yesterday. It was wonderful, and this time it will be
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even better. I just know it will be. What do you think? Should we keep our
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clothes on, and go for it on the bed on top of the covers, or undress and
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get under the covers and cuddle for the rest of the night?" I sighed and
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kissed her back. "What a choice. You know how much I like you in this
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fabulous outfit. It's really tempting to throw ourselves onto the bed and
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wet some more and then slip under your skirt and find the way in, all with
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your skirt neatly down. It's really sexy, you know. It's all there, you can
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get at it, but you can't see it. But on the other hand, I can see you in
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your uniform or in something else any day, and although it never will bore
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me, undressing and really Going To Bed with each other is more romantic...
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I think I want to go to bed with you, Diana. Go to bed, visit heaven
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together, and then go to sleep to wake up early. Together. With all bells
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and whistles."
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Diana nodded, simply told that she felt exactly the same, and kissed me
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another time. Then she broke my embrace. She walked over to the bed,
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lifting up the covers at the right side and pulling them back a bit,
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creating a very inviting entry to the Nest indeed. Doing this, she
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carefully bent forward just enough to show me her deep red panties, and I
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had to keep myself from pushing her over and jumping after her. Diana came
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back, skirt down again, and started to undress me. It went rather quickly.
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When I was completely naked, showing my state of arousal without much room
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for doubt, Diana simply offered herself to me. "Here I am. I know how much
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you like my uniform. I'll let you decide what to do with it, and when. I
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don't care what happens to it, as long as it gets wetter."
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To prove her point, she parted her boots and took her pose again. Now I
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knew what I wanted to do. I approached her and slipped my hand up her
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skirt, cupping her crotch and feeling the comforting warm dampness of her
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soaked panties. Diana moaned and warmed up her panties some more. A few
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drops rolled over my hand and fell down onto the carpet. "Diana, I want to
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wet you, and I want you to wet me. Please come with me to the bathroom.
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Afterwards we'll come back here. Please?" Without a word she started out of
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the door and walked to the adjacent room, my hand still up her skirt. I sat
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down on the edge of the bath, with my legs inside the tub, still naked.
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Diana carefully climbed on top of me and sat down on my lap, with her legs
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to the left. I pulled her skirt out of the way and she moulded her wet and
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warm panties smoothly around my cock. I now carefully went between her legs
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and slipped a finger inside the left leg opening of her panties, making
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room. She understood what I was up to and lifted her cheek up a bit. My
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cock found its way into her panties and soon Diana could sit down again,
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arranging her skirt nicely around her thighs. She giggled. "This will be
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the first time that we wet the same pair of panties together. It's also the
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first time you'll wet a cheerleader uniform being worn by a cheerleader. So
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you'll feel what I feel. Shall we?"
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Without waiting, she started again. I felt her whole body working to
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produce the wonder. Suddenly I could feel my panties going warm. Her
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panties. Our panties. We both moaned while looking down to our skirt, and
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giggled when the little stream appeared between our legs. Wetting ourselves
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was fabulous. Diana gave everything she had and it felt like she did not
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leave a single spot of her panties dry. Everything happened hidden up her
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skirt, of course, but we did not need any visual confirmation of what
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happened down there. And when she started to fade, I had more than enough
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to help us. First slowly, but then more noticeably I started to wee into
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her panties. Our panties. Diana gasped and spread her knees in a reflex
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when she felt the help coming through. "Gosh... so this is the way you feel
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it? It's wonderful! It comes much higher than when I do it on my own, and
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it really flows over me... Oh God what a lovely feeling... I can feel how
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you do it inside... the pulsing... the jet as it hits me... and then as it
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gets spread by my panties... it spreads further this way... much further!
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My skirt! It might even reach my skirt!" We looked down again and I pushed
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as hard as I could. It hissed down there. And suddenly, Diana's red flaring
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skirt showed a dark stain in the small valley between her thighs. Diana
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looked at it in disbelief. "I've never thought it would be possible for me
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to wet my skirt this way. I certainly cannot do it on my own. It looks sexy
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and feels great. Let's do more!" And then she firmly pressed her skirt
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between her thighs with both hands, not wanting to miss anything of this
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opportunity.
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We wet ourselves for a while and eventually decided to get off each other's
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lap, no matter how much fun it was. After a quick cleanup and drying of our
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legs, we rushed back to Diana's bed room where she posed in front of her
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bed, still wearing her whole uniform, and looking absolutely stunning as
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usual with a nice dark feature on her skirt. Now the material had taken an
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evenly spread slightly darker colour almost on her whole front. Because it
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was so thin, it clung to her panties and despite her skirt being very wide,
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it revealed her thighs and crotch almost completely. I went to her and
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started to take her sweater off. Still with her legs spread out, Diana
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lifted her arms and let me pull her sweater over her head. It had been nice
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weather, so she only wore a bra under it. I left it in place and asked her
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for a foot. She balanced on one while I unzipped a boot and took it off,
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followed by the other. Her socks were next. Wearing only her skirt, her
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bra, and of course her panties, Diana giggled and pushed me over onto her
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bed.
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After the initial surprise of waterbed dynamics I quickly found my balance,
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and then Diana crept on top of me on all fours, slowly lowering herself on
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my left thigh. I could feel the warm dampness of her panties under her
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skirt, followed by her whole warm body against mine. A long passionate kiss
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from Diana was enough to put all my desires on maximum. I undid her bra
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like a pro and rolled her onto her back. Tough decision ahead: skirt or
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panties? Her wet panties were quite erotical, but such a nice skirt that
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hid such wonders was also very arousing. Diana helped me by pushing herself
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up a bit, so that her bum came free of the bed. I reached under her skirt
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and pulled her panties to her knees, and then down her calves and finally
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off her legs. She curled up like a cat and used her skirt to its fullest
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extent, revealing nothing but setting off all alarms in me. When we changed
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places again with Diana taking the top position, she placed her knees on
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both sides of my thighs and sat back on my calves, effectively immobilizing
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me. I gazed at her for quite a time, at her face, her hair, her breasts,
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her body, her skirt, her legs. She was perfect. Perfect. While Diana began
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to stroke my whole body with those gentle hands of hers, I closed my eyes,
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not because I had seen enough of her, but simply because she calmed me down
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in such a way that I could not do anything else. What she did to my cock
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however woke me up again. She obviously wouldn't let me drift away from
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her.
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Finally she reached for the zipper of her skirt and took it off. We cuddled
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for a long while, exploring each other's body without restraint, and
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kissing where we could. We both knew that we would end up taking each other
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for the second time in our life, and without any sneaky tricks such as with
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the first time, where Diana had practically raped me by surprise. This
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time, we would go the whole way. No clothes, no couch, no worries. We both
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wanted it and we already knew what to expect, so we did not hurry at all.
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Diana laid down onto her back again, with me on top, and another long, slow
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session of intense hugging and stroking followed. Exploring Diana's breasts
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alone took ten minutes or more. Slowly we cuddled ourselves under the
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covers, and eventually Diana flipped them back in place completely and
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turned off the lights. This would be it.
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She pulled me tightly against her, and then I felt her soft, gentle hand
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around my cock. Slowly but steadily, she guided me down. I just breathed
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heavily and tried to relax, which was not at all easy. Diana's legs moved
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apart and when my legs slid down onto her bed, I felt something warm and
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moist around the head of my cock. I gasped and asked myself how she had
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managed to do this so easily. A soft moan from Diana assured me it was
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indeed her I felt around me, and also that she was at least as excited as I
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was. Her hand let go of my cock and moved to the lower part of my back,
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where it joined her other hand, each on one side. We waited for a few
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moments, enjoying the presence of each other, and the almost completed bond
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between us. But soon, I could not withstand my instincts and pushed inward
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in one long, firm stroke. We both cried out loud and grasped each other as
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tightly as we could, with arms and legs, just laying there, not moving at
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all. With my face in her hair and her cheek against mine, we eagerly
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swallowed the pleasure that Nature had put aside for us. This was truly
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mating. Nothing happened, but our bond now was really there.
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I really wouldn't have minded if Diana had called it quits there and then
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and if we had fallen asleep together, to wake up and find each other next
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morning. But she had different plans. Barely noticeable at first, but then
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stronger and stronger, her hips started to rock. When she moved so much
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that my cock started to slide in and out of her a bit, she mumbled: "Come
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on, please... please help me... oooohhh... please?" I swallowed. Every
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muscle in me was more than ready to perform the dance of Nature, but I felt
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that I would not be able to hold out more than a few seconds this time. We
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had been working towards this for hours, and I was fully primed. Diana was
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now rocking so hard that she pulled me in and out by herself, and moaned
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with every hop. Maybe she was even more excited than I was?
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Anyway, I couldn't leave her like this. I pushed myself up on my elbows,
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grabbed her shoulders, and looked at her face, dimly visible in the little
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street light that still came in through the curtains. She looked back,
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inviting me to kiss her. I did, softly. And then I pushed inward as far as
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I could, and out again, and in. Diana's whole body responded immediately,
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and in a few seconds we were bumping away like never before. Well, actually
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it *was* like never before. The combined weight of our two linked bodies on
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the water bed really made for some rodeo, and our mutual gasping and
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moaning would have made a seasoned X-video maker blush. We lasted
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remarkably long, but the sharply rising pitch of especially Diana's voice
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made clear that the end was near. While I started to sweat all over my body
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and felt the hair in my neck tickle, something came up from deep inside me.
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While it came nearer and nearer, the world around us slowly disappeared
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until it was only Diana and me, me and Diana, us, one entity. And then I
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crashed into her with all the power left in me, in a wonderful explosion of
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delight, crying her name in one single yell for seconds. My body shuddered
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and spasmed and tried to go everywhere at the same time, but Diana's firm
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grip held me in place, exactly where she wanted me to be. Inside her.
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When my orgasm faded away and I became more and more a dead weight instead
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of a partner, Diana took over. While still keeping me inside her, carefully
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she rolled me onto my back and mounted me. Although my cock started to go
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limp, she managed to keep it erect enough to be of use, and continued her
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ride. Not very passionate at first, but when she felt the slightest
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response from me, she sat up, pushed the covers backward, and threw her
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long black hair over her shoulders. I gazed up to a divine creature and
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could only smile. She smiled back and gave herself the spurs. God, I did
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not know that this little fragile girl had so much raw power. She took off
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like a rocket and had me hard again in less time than I ever thought
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possible. I did nothing and just looked at her, following her facial
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expression, her eyes, her breathing, all the way up to her climax. When I
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felt the first contractions around my cock, I cupped her breasts and
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prepared for the impact. It still came unexpectedly, loud, hard, and
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staggeringly passionate. Diana literally crashed onto me, clutching my body
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with both hands and legs and everything else she had, crying my name and
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digging her finger nails into my shoulders. It took a long, long time
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before her spasms died out, and even then she would not let me go.
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No problem, as far as I was concerned. I had got excited myself again,
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after experiencing so much passion of Diana, and now was presented with a
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willing partner for more. I rolled Diana on her back again and just took
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her. This time, she did not clutch her legs around me, but simply left them
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spread out with her knees slightly pulled up, clearly just enjoying my
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ride. I hate to say it, but I have never felt more on top of things as when
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making love to Diana that time. Must have been the triumph of conquest or
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such. Anyway, my actions caused Diana to moan again, and I silently hoped
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that I could get her over the top for the second time. My own climax
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approached rapidly, and to be honest, I don't know exactly what happened
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during the next few minutes. But I know that Diana *did* go off again, and
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in such a way that I feared that somebody would knock on the door and ask
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if she was alright.
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We woke up when it was still dark outside, and the glowing display of
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Diana's clock radio told us it was three o'clock. We found ourselves
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tightly embraced, and left it that way. I've never felt more comfortable,
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cosy, and warm than when in bed with Diana. After a few minutes, she
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started to move a bit, and ended up on her belly, on top of me. Neither of
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us was awake enough to even *think* about another round of sex, so I kept
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calm, and my tool stayed asleep as well. Diana sighed and I felt her relax
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again. Good. Getting some more sleep was something that we both could use,
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after such an evening. I patted her on her back and stroke her hair. She
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hummed and spread her legs some more, and the next thing I felt was a warm
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tickle in my crotch, followed by a small stream. It was not powerful, but
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took very long, and during its whole course we did not move even a finger.
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Well, almost not, since my cock started to wake up rapidly, and when Diana
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was finished, she did not wait at all to make use of it. She took me right
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there, with her still warm pee sloshing away under us. It was incredible.
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Talk about an active sex life. From nothing to this in two weeks.
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Drifting off to sleep again must have taken less than two minutes, because
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the next thing I know was the sunshine through the curtains and Diana still
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asleep next to me. My cock appeared to be erect already, something quite
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normal just after waking up. But I could not disturb my princess, I felt. I
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looked at her for what seemed a long time. Her long hair was partially in
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her face, moving a bit every time she breathed. Finally I reached for it
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and brushed the hair off her face, leaving my hand on the back of her head.
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Diana made some noises in her sleep and I saw that she pulled her pillow a
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bit tighter, as if she was hugging it. I could only hope that she was
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dreaming she was holding me instead. I crept closer to her and just enjoyed
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her presence. It was very, very comforting.
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Fortunately she did not take much longer to wake up herself, and after the
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initial blinking and smiling at me, she immediately mounted me again. Boy,
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and I thought that *I* could be horny at times. This time, she did not even
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touch my cock, but simply positioned herself firmly on my right thigh and
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slowly rode away, more pressing than rubbing. Apparently it is the same
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with girls as with boys; our early-morning orgasms come quickly, but are
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not powerful. She arched her back and moaned as if very satisfied, and then
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slowly lowered herself back into bed, still clutching me, clearly wanting
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to snooze for a while. But not only snooze: "Now it's your turn," she
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whispered, and closed her eyes while spreading her legs in the most
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inviting pose I'd ever seen.
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After a tender kiss, I rolled over and found her opening. Until then, I had
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always made love to my pillow in the morning, imagining that it was Diana,
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and clutching to it while giving myself over to the best relaxing therapy
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ever invented. But this time, Diana was actually with me, breathing,
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looking, feeling, living, clutching me and being everything I had dreamed
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of for years. I took a lot of time, holding myself on the edge for at least
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fifteen minutes, getting the most out of Diana's presence as possible. And
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given her reactions, Diana did not mind at all that it took so long. At
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last I started to sweat all over my body, and knew it would be over soon.
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My orgasm was not a violent explosion but a dive off a cliff, a long fall
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into oblivion, a definite proof of the bond between us.
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We stayed in bed for another hour, not making love again, but only cuddling
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and playing with each other. It turned out that we both had been making
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love to each other each morning for a long time, in our fantasies. Diana on
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her back with two hands to help her, I on my belly on top of my pillow,
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holding her tightly. We must have done it together this way for months. And
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finally we had done it for real. It was the best morning ever.
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When we finally got up, we cleaned up the bed with towels and some soap,
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and left it open to dry. The covers went into the wash box, and we went
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into the shower. Diana convinced me that peeing in the shower was fun, so I
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let loose while she was soaping us both, and she actually made use of the
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stream by directing it all over the place. My cock wouldn't come up again
|
|
after such a night, so it was quite easy to handle. With a lot of laughter
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|
we completed the shower and got dressed. It was a Saturday morning, so we
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|
had all the time in the world, and plenty of occasions to play. Diana did
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|
not even consider anything else but her red uniform again, this time with
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blue panties however. She also did something to her skirt so that it became
|
|
just a tiny bit shorter, revealing the blue line once in a while. For me
|
|
she had a nice short skirt, not as nice as hers, but nice enough, and
|
|
giggling she helped me to put it on.
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Then she walked to the doors of the balcony, threw them open, and stepped
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|
into the bright sunlight. It was still quite early, so the rest of town was
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|
quiet and peaceful. With our hands on the railing of the balcony, we stared
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|
into the distance, and then without even exchanging one word we both parted
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our legs. I had still enough left for a nicely wet pair of panties, and
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Diana obviously could do even more. "Nothing better to start a day than a
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pair of fresh, clean, dry panties up your skirt, don't you think?" Diana
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whispered. She looked down to her mini and sighed: "Such nice dry
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|
panties... how incredibly boring." We winked and then added our beautiful
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|
smiles to the best morning of the year, while our underwear changed colour
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and only the soft dripping of our wee onto the balcony disturbed the
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silence. I reached aside and hugged Diana firmly, and we stayed there quite
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|
a time, hiding our wet secrets under our skirts, talking about our future.
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Our future together.
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