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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.  ______________________________

   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 he's 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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