I really like this small town, and everyone is so sweet. I have my routine: yoga in the park every morning, coffee at the local cafe, grocery shopping at the farmer’s market, and always making a point to chat with the local store owners, who greet me with a warm smile and a wave.
I feel safe and welcome here. Although I have only been in this community for a short while, it’s as though they’ve embraced me as one of their own. The other day, I even helped Mrs. Johnson by carrying her groceries home from across the street. She invited me for a glass of sweet tea and told me stories of her kids growing up here.
Today, as I am walking home from the local bakery after getting my weekly fix of their delicious homemade blueberry scones, I pass the high school, where a group of cheerleaders practice their routine on the field.
I can’t help but feel a little nostalgic for those days. I never made cheerleaders in high school because I was too self-conscious about my body.
The girls are all in their uniforms and look gorgeous in their skimpy attire. How the wind blows their skirts up to show their colorful bloomers as they toss each other up in the air is mesmerizing. The group consists of five teenage girls who look to be about 18 years old. As they perform a dance sequence to the beat of popular music, I notice a tall man in his forties who must be the coach.
He claps and cheers as they twirl around, the music filling the air with an infectious rhythm. I can’t take my eyes off them, especially a brunette leading the team with her graceful moves and dazzling smile. She looks up at me and winks playfully before returning to focus on the performance.
I stand there frozen momentarily, captivated by her youthful energy and innocent flirtation. Suddenly, I realize that I’m not the only one staring.There are a few men in the bleachers, watching with a mix of amusement and lust in their eyes. I glimpse a younger man, possibly the janitor or a groundskeeper, blatantly checking out the cheerleaders.
His eyes are fixed on their shapely legs and firm behinds that jiggle as they shake them. A sense of unease fills me as I notice that he seems particularly enamored with one girl dancing close to where he sits. He leans forward, clearly enjoying himself as his gaze lingers on her curvaceous form.
I look away quickly, trying to push the uncomfortable feelings down. These men aren’t being lecherous or aggressive towards the girls, and they’re not breaking any rules… right? It’s just a cheerleading practice, I tell myself. Nothing inappropriate is going on. And yet, the atmosphere suddenly feels charged with an undercurrent of something forbidden.
The music ends abruptly, and the girls finish their routine with a grand flourish of hands and feet in sync. They bow and wave at their audience of strangers, all of them smiling brightly in their youthful innocence.
The tall man, who I assume is their coach, enthusiastically applauds them and praises their performance. Meanwhile, the young man in the bleachers gets up and walks down to where the cheerleaders have congregated. He approaches one of the blonde cheerleaders and says something that causes her face to flush with delight. She giggles and flicks her hair before answering him confidently.
My unease has returned full force, and it takes all my willpower not to intervene. I tell myself they are young adults, not children, and they’re free to flirt with whomever they choose. But it still unsettles me as I watch this young woman smile at the older man while they talk.
I continue walking away, wanting desperately to escape this strange and uncomfortable situation. However, I notice another couple on a nearby bench before I can get too far. The woman is young, probably around eighteen, dressed like a schoolgirl in a pleated skirt and white blouse. Her hair hangs down loosely past her shoulders, framing her pretty features.
However, her partner is at least forty years old and appears very mature. He wears glasses atop a prominent nose that juts out from his gaunt features. As I watch, he places an arm across her shoulder, his hand gently caressing the exposed skin beneath the sleeve of her shirt. A soft sigh escapes from between her parted lips, and she leans closer to him, her eyelids closing as she revels in his touch.
Feeling like an intruder witnessing an intimate moment, I walked on briskly, unable to shake off the thoughts of those girls back at the field. I can’t help thinking about how different their life experiences must be from mine. My life was so sheltered and safe growing up; it’s hard to imagine these young women being alone at this age, dealing with all kinds of adult situations.My heart races at how naive and inexperienced I was back then, but I also think of how exciting it can be to learn and explore. A shiver runs through my body, but I brush it away, not allowing my imagination to go further down that road.
I’m walking down the street, the setting sun casting long shadows that stretch before me like a painted picture. Something is soothing about the peaceful quiet of the roads and the soft hum of traffic that fills the air. Everything feels calm, like I’m part of a world that has slowed to a lazy crawl.
A gust of cool breeze sends strands of hair flying into my face. A faint scent of jasmine wafts by. The flowers bloom in a nearby garden, and the smell tickles my nose, causing it to itch slightly.
As I near the park entrance, I pause mid-stride, noticing a woman walking her dog on the grassy knoll across from me. She looks so content, taking time out of her day to be in nature. Her golden retriever is prancing along happily beside her. He’s a friendly-looking dog with big floppy ears. She stops to pat his head and scratches his belly.
My mind wanders, and suddenly, my body feels tight, my breathing gets shallow, and my pulse begins to race. This can’t be happening! My body is betraying me again!
I feel warmth between my legs, and my nipples harden. Why is this happening to me here in public? There’s nothing sexy or naughty going on right now. Just a dog walking. So, why is it making me hot?
With my heart pounding hard against my ribs, I rush forward until I reach a bench. Sitting heavily on it, I try to steady my nerves and catch my breath.
The dog woman turns around. Our eyes meet, and she smiles. Her eyes are twinkling, her cheeks are flushed, and her hair is tousled in a messy but attractive way. She’s wearing shorts, showing her lean thighs and long, toned calves.
“Beautiful evening,” the dog woman calls.
“Yeah,” I call back. “A perfect evening.”
We share a moment together in this serene and peaceful setting, admiring one another and appreciating the beauty and peace around us. My heart continues to beat wildly in my chest, but now, I find comfort in this strange sensation rather than fearing it or loathing myself for reacting inappropriately at the wrong place at the wrong time.But what if…My breath catches in my throat, and my fingers curl against the wooden seat. What if I could do it?
I let out a low, slow breath, feeling desire coursing through me, a heat.
I’ve never felt it before.
It was wrong to think and feel such thoughts when all around me, everyday people were living their lives without shame—people going for a stroll, walking their dogs, and even a group of women laughing together.
But here I am, in this beautiful setting, thinking the unthinkable, imagining how good it would feel to let go, to act on those feelings. And the more I think about it, the deeper my yearning grows.
It would be so easy. To lean in close and whisper something obscene in her ear. Something that could drive any sane man insane with need. She would look at me, her eyes widening as she realized my true intent.And then…then we would take this someplace else, away from prying eyes. Where there are no judgments or repercussions.
No, what was I thinking? She’s just a girl and her dog, walking along without a care. I’ve got to get ahold of myself and stop fantasizing about these inappropriate things!
Determined, I get up from my bench and walk towards the coffee shop where I can drown my desires in caffeine. I grab a quick latte and order it extra sweet, hoping the sugar will settle me down. Sitting outside in front of the cafe with a view of the park across from me, I enjoy seeing the sunset slowly sinking below the horizon, a splash of crimson red against a backdrop of purple, orange, pink, and deep blue. The sound of birds chirping softly echoes through the air. Everything seems tranquil and perfect here, so much better than back home.
The dog walker approaches the cafe as I finish my cup of coffee. She steps through the entrance door, and I watch her walk toward the counter to place an order.
Then, another familiar person catches my eye. The same blonde cheerleader who had been flirting with that man at practice is sitting at a table near me. She is sipping from a tall, frosted drink with a bright pink straw sticking out of it. A couple of friends sit beside her, and they giggle and chatter amongst themselves as I watch curiously, wondering what their conversation is about. One by one, they spot me staring at them and stop talking abruptly, all their attention turning towards me.
An unexpected wave of arousal suddenly hits me, leaving my insides aching and needy, the feeling building between my legs until it threatens to overflow into other areas. This has never happened to me, and it feels overwhelming and terrifying.
How could these girls be doing something to me without touching me? Is there some sort of hidden pheromone I’m emitting right now that has made them aware of my presence?
A small smile forms upon their lips as they notice my gaze locked upon theirs. Their expressions are mischievous and knowing, as though they know precisely why I’m sitting alone here in front of this café. I quickly break eye contact, returning to my coffee cup, flustered.
But the girls have seen enough to know they’ve caught my attention. With a quick exchange of glances, the group leaves their table and approaches me. My pulse quickens, and I feel lightheaded and unable to process what’s happening. They walk past my table, each girl smiling brightly as she walks by. Then, the cheerleader in front of me stops, leans close to my face, and whispers something softly, sending a shiver running through my entire body.
“Don’t look now, but we want to play a naughty game with you, sweetie,” she giggles as she speaks quietly.
Then she walks away and joins the other girls, now gathered nearby, watching me curiously. I feel an urgent need growing within my core as the girls begin talking excitedly, sharing stories of past encounters with other unsuspecting females they’d encountered on days like this one. As each one tells her tale, their words paint vivid scenes in my mind and leave me weak with desire, wanting nothing more than to touch and explore their bodies.
This isn’t normal! My head screams, but the need is more potent than any sense of morality that may remain within my conscience, overpowering everything else. My gaze lingers upon each of the young women, admiring their supple flesh exposed in tight-fitting outfits. Each girl has been blessed with shapely curves and smooth, tanned skin.
The blonde cheerleader comes back, sitting down next to me. She places her hand on my thigh and rubs gently, sending delicious tingles of desire shooting through my entire body. My eyes snap back open, meeting her crystal blue gaze. She smiles sweetly and then leans in to kiss me passionately. Her soft, warm lips caress mine, parting slightly to let her tongue slide inside my mouth to taste my inner warmth.
Her fingers glide further up my leg and brush lightly across my bare crotch. It doesn’t take long for my mind to register the incredible sensations of being touched by another woman and respond accordingly.As she withdraws her hand and breaks the kiss, leaving me breathless and wanting more contact, I find the courage to ask, “What do you girls want?”
The other girls look surprised at this question and laugh before whispering conspiratorially. Their laughter fades away as they exchange glances and nod silently in agreement. They come over and surround me. One girl pulls me out of the chair, guiding me into the cafe towards a back corner. Another of the cheerleaders slips a lock, and a curtain closes the space away from prying eyes.
They all seem so casual and innocent as they stand around me, each of them smiling suggestively.
My breathing quickens as I stand there awkwardly. These beautiful young women are so confident, so poised. What do they have in mind? What do I even want? Do I have the nerve?
My thoughts are racing when suddenly I feel a soft, warm body press against mine from behind. It is Lily, her breasts firm against my shoulder blades, and she whispers, “Let me make you feel good, baby.”
A shiver runs through my entire body. I turn my head and look into those blue eyes, trying hard to hide my apprehension. Her hand slips beneath my blouse, tracing its way along my stomach. Then, slowly, her fingers creep upwards until they find one of my erect nipples. She tweaks it lightly, rolling it between thumb and forefinger. A jolt of excitement surges within me as her finger touches that sensitive spot of flesh. It sends shivers all down my spine. Then she moves around, kissing me on the neck while her hand continues exploring, reaching lower to touch me there as well.
When she finds what she seeks, I inhale sharply, unable to keep my arousal hidden any longer. The young woman looks at me with desire in her eyes, feeling my arousal. She begins unbuttoning my blouse. With trembling fingers, she pushes my bra straps down, exposing more of my soft, round flesh. As she pulls my panties away from me, revealing the smooth, bare skin underneath, a whimper escapes from between my lips.
My breath becomes uneven and shaky as her finger slips inside my slick opening and strokes lightly, making me gasp. She slides in two fingers and works me faster and more profoundly, sending waves of pleasure rippling through every fiber of my body.
Her tongue enters me at last and flicks against that secret inner place where only lovers dare tread. The sensations become too intense and overwhelm me. All rational thought flies from my mind, leaving just raw emotion. Raw hunger. Raw need. With each movement of her hand and her mouth, I moan uncontrollably. I clutch her head with both hands as she brings me to a quick climax.
When I am spent, lying on the floor panting heavily, the girl lifts herself up off me and walks around the curtain, smiling mischievously back at me. Another cheerleader comes to take her turn with me, kneeling between my thighs.
This girl is more slender and athletic but has a beautiful, heart-shaped face and lovely brown eyes that shine brightly when she smiles. Her hair is tied up into pigtails that sway as she moves closer.
“May I, Miss Emma,” she asks politely. Her voice is sweet and lilting. She looks up at me with such eager anticipation that I can do nothing but nod. Slowly, almost reverently, her lips brush against my pussy. She kisses and licks delicately at first before moving in and sliding her tongue inside my moistened core.
A low groan escapes me as I watch her do this. How does she know so well how to make love to me? My body reacts instinctively to the intimate touch of her warm mouth on my pussy, opening to allow her entry and then clenching down on the intrusion as it enters further inside.
I am already aroused beyond measure, and soon, she is driving into me again, penetrating deep within. It feels amazing… It is so erotic to be touched by someone else this way… To have them explore every inch of my pussy… My mind begins spinning wildly as she works harder, her mouth and tongue working harder to push past the barrier of my vaginal wall and reach deeper still.
My body shudders as the pressure builds to a climax. My inner muscles clench around the object invading them, squeezing out a few final thrusts of pure ecstasy until, finally, my body gives up entirely and falls slack.The girl withdraws her head from between my thighs and stands beside me, looking down at me with a soft smile.
“That was nice, Miss Emma,” she says. And then she adds: “Can we have fun with your titties too?”
Without waiting for an answer, the two girls begin sucking and licking each breast in turn. They’re not very gentle. The feeling is exquisite, and it feels so naughty! But they’re young and inexperienced, so their touch isn’t excruciating. I let myself relax under their attentions, allowing the sensations of being kissed, suckled, nibbled, and even bitten to wash over me like waves lapping on the shore.
But the other two want a piece of the action, so now one sits astride my thigh while her friend holds me, her knees on either side of my head. She leans forward to suckle a breast. I can feel the heat of her cunt, the wetness, and I wriggle a bit to increase our connection. Meanwhile, her friend is pulling and pushing her friend’s hips, rubbing her cunt all along my leg. She’s a moaner – a quiet moaner. I like hearing her breathlessness, her inarticulate words, and moans of pleasure.
Now, all I can feel and think of is her body’s rising and falling weight. Her juices make me slick from thigh to knee. I’m a mess of saliva and her wetness. She’s riding me hard, grinding against my leg and clitoris, and her moaning becomes a crescendo as the two girls suck, lick, and nibble on my nipples. It feels as though I have two pairs of lips on me. One set teasing me with the other.
Then the girl above me stiffens suddenly, crying out in release, as her juices trickle down my thigh while her friend’s teeth bite down harder into my tender breast, causing an electric shock to pulse through my entire body.
My legs begin to quiver and twitch, and my entire being seems consumed by an orgasmic storm. My hips jerk involuntarily upward, driving myself against her pelvis. She’s climaxing with me, moaning, clinging onto me with strong fingers.
Then, gradually, as I relax into post-coital lassitude, I notice she is moving again. She raises her body off mine, pulling free of the embrace and rolling away onto her back.
Both are gasping loudly now, panting for air.
“I’m sorry,” the first says between gasps, “but I just came really hard.” Then she sits beside me. I smile and thank her, trying to catch my breath.”We should get you cleaned off,” the second girl giggles. She helps me up to the sink, where they run soapy water over me and then dry me with a paper towel.
I’m shaking when the last cheerleader approaches me, a brunette, and with no words needed, she embraces me. My breasts crush into hers as we share a hungry kiss. Soon, I am bent over the countertop. I feel the girl’s hands running up the insides of my thighs.
The warm palms slide all the way to my naked slit, cupping my sex gently. Fingers stroke lightly over the sensitive bud. Then, the young woman spreads me apart. A finger penetrates the moist folds of flesh, making its presence felt deep inside.
Another joins in and works in unison to stretch open the tight entrance to my body. As those digits probe further into me, I can no longer hold back my reactions. Every touch elicits a sigh or a groan. I spread wider to accept their probing caresses, welcoming their exploration within my core. Soon, they are moving in rhythm, pumping in and out slowly. At last, one of the two slips her thumb inside and moves faster, stimulating the nerves in the innermost depths.
As she picks up the pace, my hips start to buck wildly. Soon, I am writhing helplessly beneath their expert ministrations, moaning aloud in pleasure. I reach orgasm almost immediately. But the young woman is relentless, driving herself harder and harder, moving her fingers deeper and harder within me.
“Oh fuck,” she hisses breathlessly. The last word comes out hoarse, almost guttural, but I can still make it out. “Fuck yourself hard.”I try to obey her command. With every ounce of self-control left to me, I struggle against the incredible intensity of her fucking motions, willing my body to stay in place. Even so, I feel her other hand sliding across my backside, her middle digit gliding over my anus. Without hesitation or warning, she plunges in deeply.
“Please slow down!” I gasp desperately, “Don’t push so far!”Ignoring this plea entirely, she continues her merciless assault upon both openings. I cannot stop myself anymore; I must succumb ultimately. With a wild shriek, I throw caution aside and thrust myself backward toward the relentless intruder. Her finger enters fully, pressing against some unknown spot deep within. At once, an overwhelming sensation bursts through my whole body. My vision swims, and my ears ring.
I can hear myself crying out, screaming at the top of my lungs. No words are coming from me now, only cries and moans. I have become totally inarticulate, reduced merely to a mass of nerve endings. When finally, the waves of ecstasy subside, leaving nothing but emptiness behind, she pulls free and lifts herself away from me, letting her hands drop limply onto my buttocks. Her face appears upside down above mine, peering between my thighs with a triumphant smile on its features.
She lowers her lips towards me. For what seems like an eternity, they hover close enough to taste. Then, suddenly, they press against mine in a fierce, passionate kiss.
The cheerleaders, now dressed, surround me, brushing my cheek with their hands and lovingly and lovingly stroking my arms and hair.They ask me if I’m okay and hug and kiss me in gratitude before they walk out into the evening to return home to their families.
A short time later, the curtain pulls back, and I step outside to find the coffee shop owner and her girlfriend staring at me.
I’m flushed, look a mess, and am still without underwear, having left it crumpled and wet on the floor behind the curtain. I walk over to the two of them. They both glance at me with curious eyes but say nothing. I know I must be quite a sight to look at—disheveled and half-dressed. Everyone else is looking away awkwardly.