Dawn's Diary Chapter 4

My arms were wrapped tightly around Sam's shoulders and her mouth again met mine. As our tongues continued to flicker together, Sam's hands continued to explore my body. By now, she had freed my shirt from my jeans and I felt one hand slide up across my belly up to the outside of my bra. As Sam massaged my breast, her other hand dropped to my crotch and she started rubbing the growing bulge on the front of my jeans.

I let out a small moan as she released her grasp on my breast and unbuttoned my shirt revealing the red camisole. Sam's mouth and flickering tongue moved down to my neck. Her left hand returned to my breast while her right hand continued to caress the growing bulge in my pants. There I was standing in the hallway of my house, backed up against the wall. Sam had only been there a few minutes. We were still clothed. Her grip became more firm and the rubbing became more urgent as she continued to manhandle me. I could feel the pressure in my cock rapidly building toward eruption. "I'm going to cum," I gasped.

Sam continued to massage my crotch as the involuntary heaving of my hips against her hand became more urgent. Finally, I could hold back no longer and jets of sperm spewed from my throbbing cock soaking my panties and jeans. As the throbbing began to subside, the rubbing of Sam's hands became soft caresses. Sam whispered, "I think my little wench's pussy is wet."

I was embarrassed. The wet spot on the front of my jeans was growing. But Sam just smiled. As I regained my composure, Sam said, "Let's get my things out of the car."

"Great," I thought. Here I am wearing red lingerie, the front of my pants soaked with cum, and Sam wants me to go outside.

I re-buttoned my shirt. I hoped that, by not tucking it in, the wet spot on my jeans would be hidden if somebody saw us. Sam giggled as she reached up, unbuttoned the top button of my shirt, and headed out the door. I, of course, followed her.

We hurried to carry Sam's things in from her car. It only took a few trips. Sam said that, having graduated from college earlier in the year, she really had not had time to accumulate very much stuff. She said that she had left a few things in Robin's garage and hoped to retrieve them the next time we went to the bay area.