Meg And I Went For A Walk And Then
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Adam couldn't keep his eyes off her. He would follow Meg around, keeping his distance as much as possible, trying to get a view of her backside. She was a pretty girl for sure, with a slim figure and perky breasts – all of it secondary for him.
His fingers itched for her ass, more than anything else. He clamped his lips, admiring the way her black one-piece wrapped around her plump buttocks from a distance. She was sitting with her friends with her legs crossed, and Adam was standing in his circle of friends, not really paying attention to the conversation. All he cared about was Meg, and he hoped she would uncross her legs. Suddenly, she did. His heart skipped a beat, and for that split second he caught a glimpse of her underwear before she stood up.
“Was that see-through lingerie?!” he thought, unable to tell for sure. He clenched his fingers, feeling another itch, realizing immediately how hard he was, mesmerized by the movements of her thighs and round buttocks as she walked away. He could picture a view for hours, nearly drooling to the thought of looking up her skirt and between her legs, with only a feeble piece of cloth in the way of her holes.
But that quick glimpse changed things. Now he wanted more. Now, whenever he thought of or imagined looking up her skirt, that small fraction of a second came up instead. He realized his powers of imagination didn't cut it anymore, and when he masturbated to her ass again later that night, that glimpse was all he could think of. Content for the moment, he fell asleep with his semen drying on his stomach.
The next morning he had an epiphany in the shower. After school, Meg would always take the bridge over the highway on her way home, and the walkway was made of metal grating, which could potentially allow for a view up her skirt. The only problem, he thought, was getting there first, and not get run over.
For the next week, Adam planned around that idea. After school, he tailed her again to make sure the bridge was as he remembered, and explored the area, eventually finding a fairly quick way to get under the bridge.
“Shit, there's so many cars at this hour,” he cursed. Every car would zip by at scary speeds and just the thought of crossing through that madness made his heart sink. There was no way he'd ever make it on time, and thanks to the way the bridge was built, he wouldn't be able to see her pass by overhead unless he was standing in the road, or unless he was standing by the support beam between the lanes. But by that time, it was too dangerous to cross the road. He'd have to get there during slower hours and much sooner than her.
Sooner or later, Adam had to make up his mind to skip class. It was the only way he'd ever get under the bridge on time and he had to make it count. During his week of preparation he managed to get back into the classroom between classes, after everybody had left the room, hoping to find Meg's student I.D. Card, for it had her schedule printed in the back. He didn't have much time to spare, so he went through her bag as fast as he could and took a picture of her schedule with his phone.
He was just about to get up and leave when he realized he was in a unique position, kneeling by her chair. Staring at the wooden seat, his heart raced. He reached out and touched it. “Still warm,” he muttered under his breath, thinking back to every time he was entranced by Meg's curvy butt resting in that very chair. Without really thinking about it, he leaned in and pressed his cheek against wooden surface, sighing in ecstasy at the lingering warmth. Suddenly he found himself rock-hard, softly stroking the surface of the seat with his fingertips, pretending it was Meg's ass. It was the closest he'd ever gotten to it. He took a deep breath, almost getting high on a faint scent she'd imprinted on her seat. It was a warm musk, neither particularly smelly, nor intense, but a faint fruity aroma, probably from a body lotion or skin cream.
“Did you drop something?”
Adam quickly reacted, looking up and pretending he'd just picked his phone off the floor in a not at all convincing way. It was one of of Meg's girl friends, teasing him.
“Yeah, yeah, got it now,” he responded with an awkward chuckle, hurrying out of there, hoping she hadn't noticed the bulge in his pants.
It didn't matter whether she realized what he was doing or not, he got what he needed. At home, Adam spent the weekend determining the most opportune moment to skip class and run to the bridge without wasting too much time. Comparing the two schedules, he determined skipping History class on Fridays would be the best option.
“It's gonna take some time... but it's worth it,” he said to himself with a pleased grin. He bit his lip, leaning back in his chair, thinking back to when he put his face on Meg's chair. Slowly, he started to stroke himself with his eyes closed, thinking back to the pleasantly warm feeling on his cheek and the fruity scent on her seat. Just thinking about her ass warranted a quick erection, but now that he'd felt her seat, thinking about that would get him so aroused his erect cock would be brimming with precum at the tip.
He focused intently on the memory of her warmth in her chair, suddenly picturing Meg sitting on his other cheek. He hadn't fully thought about face-sitting before then, but having perverted over her chair was giving him ideas, even if they weren't necessarily his thing. His cock felt particularly receptive to having Meg's plump buttocks resting firmly on his face, burying him under her skirt. He could picture her crotch nearly pressed against his chin, and as he looked up all he could see was the back of her skirt, but before he could register the whole fantasy, his trembling cock ejaculated all over his shirt, each shot nearly reaching his neck. He couldn't stop thinking about it, even as he admired his own dick, still throbbing and erect, oozing with semen.
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