”After I’d dried myself I took my things back upstairs then brushed my hair, it was going to air dry, then I was slightly nervous ready for my fir...t day as a naked barmaid. I was also slightly excited and my pussy was tingling a bit.Downstairs I kissed daddy and told him that I’d see him later then set off for the short walk to the pub.“Looking good Lea.” Ben said as I walked through the door.There was already a handful of customers, elderly locals and those who enjoy the company of just about. The girl was a real handful now that she had passed puberty but she was truthful and obedient to a satisfactory degree. The pretty seventeen year old was sitting on the cement steps of the school with her legs drawn up so high that anyone on the sidewalk could easily see her smiley face panties under her short school uniform skirt. She seemed blissfully ignorant of the little group of nasty boys who somehow found a lot to talk about right on the bench below her waiting spot. They were a motley. Finally, my hand made contact with that cock I’d been imagining all along. It was enormous - thicker and longer than my past boyfriend’s. I slowly stroked him up and down, making him harder than he already was. He groaned as my hand squeezed his knobby head. Reality disappeared and I was overtaken with lust that I’ve never felt before. When I had sex in high school, it was clumsy, awkward, and not very pleasurable. My boyfriend had just fingered me for a minute then pulled out his penis, which. There is no time. No time…but I obey. Once again I stand between your outstretched thighs…wondering…wondering. Your hand penetrates the slit in my skirt and grasps my knee. I quiver. Gently…but brooking no resistance, you part my thighs and place my foot on the bed between your legs. Your palm extends. Button hook? you rasp. I feel your hands on my calf…holding me in place…inserting the hook into the butter-soft leather again and again. My breathing becomes ragged and uneven…moisture flows.