Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea: Part 5.

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Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea: Part 5.The weekend just gone was the first ever in my mundane life to drag. It started with a row with mum. Being busy at the Saturday job helped, but Sunday lasted an e t e r n i t y. As I counted every second, I remembered the happenings of the past week and what might happen or the possible old games and activities I could recycle for my rude fun with Eric.The long summer had broken and the new week started on a much cooler autumnal note. Mum had finally bought my crisp, new navy school pinafore and thankfully it was nice to not have to squeezed into the tatty old one. To rub salt into the wound, I was told in no uncertain terms that it would have to last the final years until I left St. Elmos, even though next year they were finally going to move into the 20th century by stipulating the change from a full navy blue pinafore with pleats from the hip to the hem just below the knee, to a simple pleated skirt with a hem just above the knee. Oh, great. But now as I looked into the bedroom mirror, on Monday morning the butterflies in my tummy were starting to flutter. I tucked my blouse into my navy blue knickers, pulled the pinafore over my head, feeling my nose slip past the lining until my head popped out the top. I shimmied and did the side zip up and adjusted my tie. I trooped downstairs, found my satchel, and set off for today’s lessons.A crestfallen Celia Ward was waiting for me on my arrival at school in the sixth form common room, from which I recovered my blazer. It was, thankfully, still there from Friday. She apologised for her frosty nature at the end of last week. Naturally, I forgave her with a hug.”There’s something I need to confide with you about, Kitch!” – Her shortened nickname for me.”What ever do you mean, Wardrobe?” I replied.She looked around and lowered her voice.”I’ll tell you later, but I- I’ve discovered I’m not like …girls.”She looked at my quizzical expression and hugged me a little too tightly and kissed me on the cheek.”I’ll try and explain when I see you next. Until tomorrow!”We parted to go to our now separate lessons.The morning dragged on. My mind went into replay mode. Until that is, I was aware that everyone was looking at me, including Mr Kawayo, over his glasses. I fessed up.”Uh, sorry… I er, was miles away.”In fact just over a mile and a half away to be precise. My mind has seemingly begun to turn to teenage mush after all! Mr Kawayo took his glasses off and slowly repeated his question. I managed to stumble through it with the skin of my teeth.After the absolutely fascinating lecture on subordinating and co-ordinating conjunctions, I nipped to the canteen and scoffed a quick bite to eat in order to sustain me through the long afternoon of…. My tummy jumped with a sudden increase in butterflies at the very possibilities!So I left school and walked down into town. As I turned onto the promenade, my heart began to pound like a hammer in my chest. Would Eric be there? The main holiday season was over now and there were far fewer people around to disturb our activities. I reached the shelter and walked in and, yes! there he was, sitting in his creased mac in the middle of the bench seat to ‘reserve’ the entire shelter for our rude fun.We said Hi to each other and he got up and leant down and kissed me with a long slow kiss, his hands sliding round the pinafore under the blazer. He remarked how smart I looked as he let go. I removed my blazer as he took off his mac and we placed them on the seat. We looked at each other expectantly and laughed. Eric spoke first.”Shall we continue from where we left off?””Yes! A handstand first!” I replied.I stood two feet out from the entrance wooden surround and placed my hands down and sprung my legs up until they hit the wooden surround with a familiar clunk. My pinafore pleats slid lazily down my thighs and the rest of it slid a little more so a chink of blouse was visible between it and the top of my navy blue school knickers. Before I had a chance to wobble, Eric stepped forward and held my knickers between my hips and waist as before. His hand slipped quickly over my mound and kırklareli escort began to circle; his fingers gently rubbing and pressing. A now becoming familiar ache began to stir within me. I asked to let me drop down and stand up. After several more goes, and more rubbing, I was beginning to feel quite hot. I did a bridge backbend where he helpfully pulled up the hem and held me in the middle, attending to my crutch which was becoming rather damp. I stood up again and remembered the game I wanted to play, recycled from many years before but now for a very different purpose. Briefly I explained the game to Eric:”I have to get up onto the bench and then walk from one side of the seat to the other, and you have to sit in the middle and try and stop me!”I could see Eric was going to humour me, so he sat in the middle of the long bench seat running along the length of the shelter. I stepped on on the seat at the end where it joined on the wall.”Ready?””Go on then!”I gingerly walked along the bench and as I stepped over him, he raised his hands and attempted to hold me, but I was too quick for him.”You little cheat!”I giggled and began to walk back along the bench. He reached up and managed to hold me and open the side zip of my pinafore under my arm, reached in and twanged the waistband of my knickers! I gasped in mock shock and giggled again. I managed to struggle free and walk along to the end and turn around.”Nearly! But not quite!” I said loudly pointing a finger at Eric.I began to walk towards him again. As I stepped over him with one foot and placed it on the other side of his thigh so I was facing the shelter’s concrete wall, he grabbed my knickered hips under my pinafore and held me tight. I struggled but couldn’t move. I obviously couldn’t move his hands over the pinafore so pulled it up to try and prize his hands off my knickers. As soon as I pulled the hem up to my waist he pulled my kickers down to my knees. I looked down and goggled in shock! His eyes level with my now bare mound. He pulled my hips towards him. I let go of the hem and held onto the wall in front of me, the hem dropping over his head. I felt something squishy touch my mound – and began to lick! Wonderful feelings began to flow as Eric’s tongue began to dart purposely into my slit. I began to move my hips as he circled and pressed his tongue relentlessy against my clitoris and slit. The deep aching pleasure began to build and build. I looked down at Eric’s head under the hem, the pleats spreading out over him before looking up to my left, through a crack between the concrete – to see someone approaching along the promenade! I tried to speak through the intense pleasure:”Sum wuns cummin!”Eric began to lick faster. I tried to pull away and managed to squeal.”Sum wans cumming anditsnotmeeee!”Eric got the message. He let go and I scrambled off the seat and sat beside him, I was still trembling with excitement as a cyclist slowly trailed past. He looked in and wobbled quite a bit, looking at me with my hem above my waist, desperately trying to pull my knickers back up past my thighs. Fortunately he was out of view within seconds.I relaxed back against the seat, closed my eyes and spoke:”That was close!” And I could have meant a whole bundle of things.”That was an interesting game” said Eric. I giggled, pulling my knickers up tight. He continued:”Shall we go where we won’t be disturbed? If you want to continue… if… you want to go… all the way?””OK!”I surprised myself at the speed of my reply. Something deeper in my psyche wanted more, much more. I did a little dance on the spot as Eric got up from the seat. We left the shelter and walked across the small green between the promenade and the main road. Between two parked cars, Eric took my hand and we crossed the road. I looked towards the shop on the opposite side of the road. In the plate glass window, I could see a reflection of a tall, stooping figure holding the hands of a smaller one, leading her to her imminent denouement.We walked a little further and we paused outside a Public Toilet. Eric checked inside to see if anyone was there, came back and kırklareli escort bayan stood on the step and looked both ways down the street to ensure nobody saw us. He then turned and guided me into the toilet block with his hands firmly on my shoulder. My heart began to beat much faster with anticipation. I looked round and up at him.”What if we’re caught?” My voice echoed into the gloom.”Don’t worry, we won’t!”He closed the railings of the outer door, the groan of iron against iron and then the clang of closure. He placed the nearby ‘out of order’ sign on it.In the semi gloom of the public toilet, The smell hit me; of disinfectant, ammonia, cigarettes and worse! The toilets echoed with the sound of gurgling and dripping water. We passed three cubicles and with his hand on my back, he guided me into the much bigger fourth cubicle, and closed and then locked the door.”We have to be quiet” Whispered Eric hoarsely. I nodded. In the privacy of the cubicle, he leant down and kissed me slowly again. I seemed to melt. My heart seemed to double its speed. He let go briefly, taking off his mac and laying it down onto the driest part of the toilet’s floor, avoiding the suspicious pools of fluid, discarded paper, cigarette butts and the toilet bowl. He sank to his knees and kissed me again, I responded in kind. His hands stroked my face gently and traced a path down over my shoulder to the small of my back, before going lower onto my bottom, then to my thighs and then back up, under the hem onto my knickered bottom. I sighed, trembling slightly. Continuing to kiss me he let go and began to undo the buttons and then remove my blazer. He stopped and laid it down on the mac. We began kissing again, his hand traced this time on the front of my left thigh and slid up to my mound. He whispered again.”Lie down on the coat.”I obeyed. I knelt, turned and lay face up, looking at at the yellowing, peeling decay of the ceiling. My sordid destiny lay in this seedy smelly public toilet with ageing Eric; rather different to the soft marital bed in a smart flat Chelsea with the handsome newsreader senario on which I had been planning. He lay beside me and kissed me again. He opened the side zip of my pinafore and pulled out the blouse from my knickers, his hands roved under my blouse, his fingers playing with my nipples, hardening and pressing either into his careworn horny hands or into the pinafore itself. I felt his hand leave and pull up the pleats of the pinafore and lay them back across my tummy. Then the rough hands found the waistband and pulled my knickers down. He asked me to lift up my bottom, pulling them down further, over my white socked shins and tugging them off my sandals. I felt a hand on my bare mound begin to rub, with a familiar, but slower sound and then a finger trace down my now soaking wet slit to the entrance of my vagina. A thick middle finger probed within. I felt myself stretch under his finger as he pushed as far as he could. I let out a sigh at the niceness of it. At the same time he undid his zip and unbuttoned his trousers and pulled his cock out the front of his white underpants. It stuck out at an menacing angle, hard and thick. I goggled at the head, truly a male weapon, shining, a glint reflecting a ray of light from high above, giving it a quite brutal, angry appearance. I reached down and felt it, it seemed hard and yet soft at the same time. Eric let out a soft release of a sigh. He seemed on the edge of something.”Perhaps it would be best not to make it too nice at this stage!” He joked quietly with a wobble in his voice. He added:”Do you want to try to do it now?”I nodded. I sat up and turned round onto my hands and knees, it was going to be more comfortable than laying on that mac. My hands pressed onto the dusty cold stone floor but I kept my knees on the mac. He pushed the navy blue pinafore up my back as far as he could, I undid my tie and top button so I could breathe. I looked round just as he was lining up his cock behind me. He told me to open the gap between my knees. I heard him shuffle between them. As he laid his hands on my bottom, I jumped as escort kırklareli the urinal cistern burst into life with an ear splitting noise. We both laughed as it settled down to a gurgle again. I felt something press onto my crutch and then it began to push harder and suddenly my flesh began to give way! I gasped out loud as Eric began to penetrate me. It seemed to go on forever, sinking in deep and then deeper still! I closed my eyes at the loveliness of it. The various smells of the toilets seemed less offensive somehow and even added to the excitement! He tried to press in further before something gave way inside with a sort of pop. He then slid fully in, I felt so full as my vagina stretched as my first cock explored never before territory. And then the shock of Eric’s pubic hair as it met my mound. He began to pull out for another thrust when we heard the railings of the toilet open up! We froze in this position as we heard footsteps on the tiles outside the cubicle, pause near the urinal and then back outside and the outer door closed again with a clang. We both breathed a sigh of relief. Eric began to move again, slowly out, it felt like he was pulling me inside out with him, it was so tight. He began to move a little faster and began to breathe deliberately. He leaned forward, over me, his chin locking onto my shoulder, his beard scratching my cheek. I couldn’t move my hands, my hair sticking to my face from the sweat. He quickened the pace of his thrusts, the occasional sounds of his aged flesh slapping against mine. Then faster still, now urgent thrusts, he started to pant as he speared me with that thick weapon, the head driving deep into my belly. The smell of my wetness from my ecstacy began to fill the cubicle, mixing with the other smells. His thrusts became more physical now, almost a desperate quality, and then he seemed to forget about where we were.”This is it Judy! I’m going to come!”His voice, echoing loudly around the stark building. I giggled with encouragement.His thrusts became mechanical: He held me tight as he began to slow, his breath drawing in tighter and tighter until… until…”Aaaaahhhh!” He let out a long groan.Several more hard thrusts followed and then he held me tighter, holding his crutch firmly against mine as I imagined the head spurting his seed deep inside me; splashing my cervix His cum, even now, invading my womb in search of its destiny!!He finally relaxed and withdrew his withering cock from me. I flopped down and lay next to him, knowing I had finally done it with a man!Reality began to flood back as I began to leak his cum. I sat up for a moment and saw my knickers half-laying in a puddle of water… Just water I hoped… well, I didn’t want to think too hard , as I put the slightly wet knickers back on. I shuddered at the coldness of them as I pulled them up and tucked my blouse into it. I lay back down with Eric as he tidied himself up. Then he leaned over and kissed me again. He whispered softly a thank you. We hugged and I lay back for a moment, as my knickers felt more and more, er, marshy as cum leaked into the gusset.”Let’s go back to the shelter for a while” ventured Eric. I nodded. I stood up and he handed me my blazer. He gave his mac a shake – for all the good it did and put it on. He then opened the door of the cubicle, tossing some paper into the bowl, then went to the outer door and looked down the street. when the coast was clear, he beckoned me to dash out. We emerged, blinking into the weaker sunlight of a mid September evening. We held hands and dashed across the road to the green on the other side and then made our way to the shelter.We both sat on the bench close together and smiled at each other. He kissed me again and we looked out to a choppy sea beyond the promenade’s railings holding hands.”So, was it what you were expecting?” ventured Eric.”I suppose it was quite nice!” I said in an offhand way.Eric turned to me with a confused expression and then burst into laughter.”Ohh, you!”The time passed until that time when it was over time.”Same time tomorrow?” I ventured.”Yeah, I suppose!” Eric ventured in an offhand way.I laughed.”You’re catching on!”I stood up, and after a final kiss, he waved me off from the shelter, I turned and waved often until he was out of sight. I made for home. Some things were going to change. Somethings had already changed, and something was running down my leg!The end. Ish.

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