Thrusting me hard up against the lockers hands arm and hands above my head. Kissing me he runs his hands from my neck down to my breasts. Cupping them...over my taught short little dress. My breath hitches in pleasure and he moves one hand lower and lower. It's a slow torture until he reaches the hem of my skirt. Slowly so exquisitely he runs his hand up under my skirt gently grazing and cupping my sex over my panties. "You're panties are so wet Vanessa" he says. "I can't help it Jordan, its what. " "Guys can get a boner their whole life, they just cant cum until puberty, which I have already had so I can cum." as I said this I soon became more concious of the fact that I was standing half naked in my sisters room talking about sex. Talking about sex with the object of all of my fantasies. I noticed her eyes looking down at my crotch, as if she was seeing if I was hard right then. To my surprise she said "Well if your so grown up, can I see it?", "When its hard I mean." I was. ‘What are you doing?’ A strict and dominant tone of voice. Sir pushed open the door and gave her a stern look. ‘I’m sorry Sir.’ She said. Sir clacked his tongue and shook his head. He seemed thoroughly disappointed in her. Her heart sank to her feet. ‘I’m so so sorry, Sir.’ She said again. ‘I was bored and I couldn’t reach my phone, so I couldn’t ask for permission, and...’ ‘Take off your dress.’ Sir ordered. For a moment she hesitated. Then she tried twisted her arms behind her. I am so sorry to have missed your call. Please leave yournumber and I'll call you as soon as I have a minute!"I called Harry - I wanted him to be my first call. Voice mail again!That man never picked up his phone. Typical male. I left him my numberand asked him to call when he had time, telling him I just wanted tohear his voice.Just then the doorbell rang again! I quickly went to the door and itwas the florist delivery man again! He seemed rather happy to see meand handed me another.