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Category: Female-Male
Author: Marie
Age: ~not given
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I am 14 years old, and my nipples and breasts are starting to be noticeable. When I rub my nipples, they stand up and I can feel sensations right down between my legs. My pussy has only a few blonde hairs, but my mound, lips, and clitoris are larger than they used to be, and I know how to play with my clitoris so that I can have an orgasm.

A few days ago, I decided that I would go the mall alone, and that to save my money I would hitch a ride. My mother would kill me if she knew, but I am always very careful when I do that. I dress up in a long skirt, and a long sleeved button-up white blouse so that I look very prim and proper. Then I walk over to the post office parking lot near my house, and I watch the cars coming out, looking for expensive cars driven by older men. Just as they drive out of the parking lot, I look right at them and raise my thumb. Most of the time they will stop, and I will get a ride wherever I want to go. I read a lot, and I write about current events for the school paper, so it is easy for me to talk to them, and I have never had any problem.

On this particular day, I got into a car with an older man who must have been 50 or 60 years old, and he started to lecture me about how dangerous it was to hitch hike, asking me how old I was. He seemed very serious, and for some strange reason I suddenly decided to tease him a little. I'm 18, I said but some people think that I look young for my age. When I said this, I turned sideways in the seat and looked directly at him. He turned his head and looked at me up and down -- well, you don't look that old to me. But, do I look good to you though, I teased, deciding to go a little further. I unbuttoned my blouse, and pulled it open, exposing my right breast, and I could see that he was really shocked. Jesus, he said, you can't do that. Why not, I replied, don't you like the way I look? I could see that he didn't know what to do, and I was getting kind of oddly excited myself -- I could feel the sensations and a little moistness in my pussy. Then, I had another idea. I could show you a lot more, I said, if you would pay me fifty bucks -- with that I could buy some levis that I had been wanting. He didn't say anything, just kept driving, so I began to pull my skirt up until my panties were showing, spreading my legs a little apart. That got his attention, and he began to turn his head back and forth, looking down between my legs, then back to the road. I knew that he had to be getting very excited himself by now.

Then, he turned off into a big empty parking lot and stopped the car, turning toward me -- are you kidding, he said. No, I mean it, I replied, but you can only look, I'm not going to do anything else. He reached into his back pocket, took out his wallet, and handed me a fifty dollar bill -- alright, he said, show me. So, I opened my shirt again and tickled a nipple with one finger until it was erect -- at this he began to rub the bulge in the front of his pants. Then with my right hand I pulled one side of my panties aside, and with my left hand pulled my pussy lips open, lightly rubbing my erect clitoris with my forefinger. I was slippery by now and burning hot -- slipping my right middle finger into my vagina, I forgot that I wasn't alone, beginning to feel that I might have an orgasm. Then I looked over and saw that he had unzipped his pants and had taken out his stiffly erect penis, gripping it with his hand that was jerking up and down. I had seen pictures of penises, and I knew that he was masturbating, but I had never seen a real erect penis before, and I was really fascinated and aroused by the whole scene. Then his back arched up and his hand went faster and faster -- then, uh, uh, uh, and a white, pearly liquid spurted in pulses into his left hand, and he kind of slumped over the steering wheel. I knew that it was over, and I took my hands away from my pussy and pushed my skirt down and rearranged my clothes. He pulled a rag from under the seat and cleaned up his hands and pants, then drove me a couple of blocks to the mall and dropped me off.

Looking over my story, I have tried to get the spelling and grammar all correct so that I can run it in my school paper -- just kidding of course, but I won't be doing this again. This time the guy was nice and I was lucky -- nothing bad happened to me.