Debbie was so excited that she couldn't stop smiling and giggling all the time. After so many years she was ready to go to school once more. She was hoping that she would be able to complete her studies and ultimately finish high school. What if she was 26 years old? It wasn't her fault that she failed to graduate. She had to abandon school because of an unfortunate incident which occurred when she was 17.
Her father owned a jewelry shop and at that time, he had borrowed a huge amount of money from the local bank in order to renovate it. The strain of the work and the fact that he had to pay every month a rather big interest to the bank, resulted in his having health problems. Poor Debbie had to put everything aside and set to work hard. She would work day and night, conscientiously, without showing the slightest sign of weariness or disrespect. Her father was so grateful and proud of her that he never stopped thanking God for sending him a daughter instead of a son.
Through God's love and excessively hard work Debbie not only managed to overcome all difficulties but she also succeeded in repaying all debts in time. Her family enterprise even experienced a boom in sales; a welcomed coincidence that freed her from any other occupation and allowed to entirely focus on the management. With her father's health fully recovered and having solved all financial problems, she was ready-at last!-to fulfill her dreams.
What exactly were her dreams? Well, first she had to finish high school and then-who knows?-she could study to become an actress. She knew very well that she could become whatever she would dream of, because, besides from being very stubborn she was very clever too, let alone the great potential hidden inside her.
Debbie-wearing only her white cotton bra and knickers-caught her cascading shoulder-length dark hair in a ponytail and then applied light-blue mascara on her eyes. The combination of, the green of her emerald eyes, the light blue of her eyelashes and the black silver of her silky hair, had been proved unbeatable long time ago. She dabbed rouge on her cheeks, powdered her nose and then applied a pale pink lip-gloss on her succulent sensuous lips. Generally, she would rather wear a light make up than a heavy one because she wanted to look as young as possible.
After finishing her make up she wore a white shirt and a red-green plaid mini skirt. Then, she put on knee-high white socks, black leather flat shoes and a black tie which borrowed from her father. She looked at her image into the whole-body mirror and got pleased with what she saw. Her joy and delight was so great that she quickly got aroused and decided to remove her pants and put them in her mini black leather bag. She took her books and off she went.
When she got out of her home immediately felt a sudden blow of morning breeze sneaking under her skirt. The gentle breeze circulated between her smooth thighs, along her sensitive crotch and then up and between her firm buttocks. She giggled when she noticed the tickling on her velvet pussylips and tight anal crack, as the air teased her neglected openings with care and devotion. It felt as if an unsubstantial feather had brushed gently, her crotch and ass, guided by a hand which knew exactly how to take care of her ulterior needs.
She sighed, straightened her skirt and walked away rocking her hips in a marvelous way, which left breathless many passers-by who watched the scene. Heading towards the nearest metro station she couldn't stop thinking of her first day in school and the decision she made about removing her pants. She immediately blushed when she felt that she was acting like a slut.
Who could blame her for feeling that way? Who hasn't ever responded to Mother Nature's imperative carnal calls? Debbie of course had never been a whore and wasn't. She would never do it for money; she merely wanted to explore the limits of her sexuality. We all live in a world of inequality, poverty, untold misery and unfathomed pain. The only thing that we can rely on, in order to find our poor share of happiness, is our sexuality. Is it so bad that Debbie wanted to arouse herself by having those thoughts? She had been working like a dog for so many years without uttering the slightest complaint. It was about time she turned her attention to the needs of her body. So please be kind and don't apply your rigid principles on her too lightly. She was just an adventurous girl. Aren't we all like her?
Debbie stood out among the colorless crowd like an ethereal vision brought from another dimension, with the height of 5'5", 34 C cup size, slim "snake-body", and unsurpassed grace. She looked no more than 16 years old-dressed in her school outfit-and of course no one could possibly imagine that she was walking on the streets totally panty-less.
Finally she got to the metro station and entered the train. The wagon was too overcrowded and the only place she could stand was in front of a window near the doors. She was holding her books, with hands crossed in front of her breasts, and looking out of the window. Suddenly she felt a body pressing against her's. She didn't pay any attention and continued staring out of the window. The stranger became bolder and stuck her body totally on her rear curves; she could tell that she was a "she" because she was feeling a pair of big and firm tits poking her back.
She couldn't see who was behind her because she was cornered by the window and there wasn't enough room to turn her head. The thought of what could possible happen if the stranger was a man made her smile. Her smile didn't last long, as after a while she felt an impatient, exploring hand on her right thigh. The hand traced the length of her thigh gently and slowly, lingering enough to thrill and stimulate every inch of her delicate baby skin.
Debbie blushed and stood still, awaiting further developments, as she couldn't resist the temptation of having her sensitive areas probed by a complete stranger. She moaned a little and pushed back her firm buttocks against the stranger's pelvis as a sign of her total approval. The vibrations from the train's movement and the slow, but persisting, rotating and pressing of the stranger's pelvis on her bum, gave her the sensual and forbidden feeling of making love right in front of public.
The stranger wasn't new in that kind of action because immediately grabbed Debbie's crotch with her hand and rubbed her nose and lips on her right ear. The fact that she was able to feel Debbie's nakedness and wetness, without having her pants getting in the way, drove her completely crazy. She started breathing in and out next to Debbie's red ear, while her hand was dancing along Debbie's silky slit very skillfully, although a little bit harder than usual. Debbie closed her eyes and bit her lower lip hard in a desperate attempt to completely stifle the moans of her passion.
Her body was trembling and shaking and she could feel her juices running, through her soaking wet opening, along the stranger's fingers, between her sweaty thighs and all the way down to her calves. She even tried to look down to see if she had left any creamy stains on the floor, but in vain.
The stranger with a low hoarse voice whispered: "Get off the train in the next station and head towards the ladies room. I'll be right behind you. Chose a cabinet and wait for me there."
Debbie nodded weakly as after that, the stranger, wanting to lay emphasis on her words, started to rub and press Debbie's swollen clit using the tips of two united fingers in a circular motion, bringing her to the brink of a most powerful orgasm.
Suddenly the train stopped and Debbie, reluctantly, had to leave the train. Without hesitation she followed the signs and headed towards the nearest ladies room. She opened the door and searched for an unoccupied cabinet. Luckily, there was one at the end of the room. So, she went there, entered the cabinet and left the door half-opened.
After a minute or so, a 40 years old, 5'6'' tall, blonde lady came in and shut the door behind her. She had nice big blue eyes, a delicate thin nose, fleshy juicy lips and her face was oval. Her body was curvaceous with big breasts and wide hips but wasn't looking fat. She wore a grey business-suit, white stockings and black high heels.
Without saying a word the stranger lifted her knee-high skirt up and revealed her beautiful shapely legs. Debbie put her books near the toilet seat and squatted before her. She dragged down the stranger's white satin thong and brought her head closer.
First she smelled the peppery musky aroma of the lady's hairy pussy and then brushed her hand along the soaking wet slit. With her fingers parted the pale red petals and rubbed her nose on the oily jelly folds. The lady murmured something incomprehensible and pulled Debbie's head closer to her crotch. Debbie caught the lady's right pussy-lip with her lips and started sucking it gently while looking upwards. Then she dragged it away and let go with a puffy sound.
