The Only Difference is the 'S'

I obviously had no objection to that and lifted myself off the seat to let her do whatever she wanted, with the result that my jeans ended up around my ankles along with my underwear. I don't think she had originally intended to take it that far, because as far as I could tell, her plan was just to play with my balls as she sucked me and all she was trying for was enough slack to insert her hand, but pulling my jeans right out of the way obviously made that easier still.

I didn't mind whatever her intention had been, because to have a girl's mouth around my cock and her cool gentle fingers cupped under my scrotum as she rolled my balls in the palm of her hand was heaven as far as I was concerned.

She's clearly done that before, too, because she began stroking and fondling my balls in such a way as to have me climbing the wall, even without the feel of her tongue around my helmet. I opened my legs as far as I could to encourage her and then leaned back to enjoy it.

But you know what it's like when something feels that good, it's impossible to stay still. I couldn't relax, I squirmed, moaned, wriggled and thrashed about as her fingers and mouth went to work on me. In the end I started to stroke the back of her head and her back, just to keep my hands occupied while she had me in that state of impossible arousal.

That night she was wearing a short, rah-rah style skirt and a tee-shirt top, and I soon had my hand under her top and was stroking the skin of her back, cursing her bra strap as I did so and wondering if I dare undo it. In the end I decided not to jeopardise what she was doing and settled for stroking softly up and down the long length of her spine under her tee-shirt, starting at the nape of her neck and ending at, or just under, the waistband of her skirt.

It wasn't long, of course, before I was burrowing under the back of her skirt, descending just a little further each time until I encountered, and infiltrated, the top of her panties. Maybe Sam was enjoying things too much to notice, or maybe she knew that she was too tall and the length of her back too long for me to reach very far under her skirt, but whatever the reason for once she raised no objection and I was soon exploring bits I'd never been allowed to before.