I sit down on a park bench and watch people walk past, looking down my loose necked T-shirt to see my fledgling breasts, supporting my adult nipples, ...ardened by you looking and the cool air that is making them erect, just like your penis in your pants. I want you to touch them, that’s why I am here, presenting myself to experience what sex gives a girl. My silly hormones are making me horny, for your cock, that’s why I let you see my undone zipper and my hard nipples. ‘Do you mind if I sit. And somethimes people call me Lexie, although I do not greatlycare for that. My childhood was complicated. My father always encouragedme to get involved in sports and boyish activities, which I did, andgenerally enjoyed. My mother encouraged me to pursue more girlishinterests, and I often got pleasure from those too. My parents supportfor me was frequently contradictory and whilst neither of them couldpossibly have not noticed what the other was doing, no words wereexchanged about it, at least. And I was distracted all over again as the new position pressed his leg harder against the top of my vagina. I dazedly stared at him, mouth open a little, as I imagined him thrusting into me. His balls slapping against me, my walls pulsing around his cock, my clit catching on his pelvic bone….hmmm….“Ouch! What the fu-”, I yelped. A sharp pain against my thigh had brought me out of my imaginative thoughts. The bastard. He had snapped my garter like a rubber band against me. He grinned down at. He hopped in to the car, really grateful for the ride. As I looked him over, I noticed that he was young, well built, with perky pecs and hard nipples from the cold, dripping wet T-shirt, he had a nice bulge in those tight wet jeans. As we drove off, he commented on me being shirtless and said that he felt really uncomfortable in his wet clothes, did I mind if he took off the wet T-shirt like I had done! Of course I said "Go ahead! He pulled off his tight wet T and I noticed that his chest was.