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04-03-2007, 11:41 AM
Jennifer Caldwell was a 34 year old teacher and to help with the mortgage she was sharing her home with Simon her 19 year old cousin who was attending University. With her being a professional and him doing constant study they tended to spend quite a bit of time in each others company.
Jennifer was sitting in a chair, with her heels drawn up to her bottom - a favourite position of hers at the time - and she did not realise that this position left her knickers on view. If she had, she probably wouldn’t have given it a second thought, unless she had observed the effect this had on her cousin.
He was handsome lad, and he spent a long time contemplating her thighs and knickers. Eventually, of course, she twigged, and was definitely excited by his absorbed interest. When he got up he had to adjust the front of his trousers.
After that, she sought opportunities to display herself to him. Whenever they were alone together - which was quite often - she would manage to display her knickers with her legs widely spread. He never failed to show a great deal of interest.
One afternoon, he was lying on the floor pretending to read, but was actually peeping up Jennifers skirt at her pink knickers, while pressing his lower body against the carpet. She suddenly asked him what he was looking at. He blushed scarlet, and told her to pull my skirt down. She refused, saying that if he didn’t want to look, he didn’t have to.
He muttered something about it being very disturbing and she seized her chance. “ I don’t mind you looking at my knickers”, she said boldly. “Well you do have a nice bottom”, he replied gingerly. “Would you like me to sit on you?” she said. He was surprised and very embarrassed at her remark, but groaned when she said it and she got an inkling about him.
“Come on”, she demanded, “roll over on your back so I can sit on you!” He couldn’t speak or move a muscle, poor thing. He was quite taken aback at the prospect. Before she could really think about it, she was squatting over his head.
Realising where she intended to sit, he made a feeble protest, which she, of course, ignored, and proceeded to lower herself down on to his upturned face. His cries were quickly muffled in her pink knickers, and finally ceased altogether when she was sitting with her full weight upon his head.
After about a minute, she lifted her behind and looking down between her thighs she asked him how he was enjoying it?
He didn’t answer, but the expression on his poor face was enough to make Jennifer realise that he actually liked being sat on! So she settled herself back down on his face, gently rubbing her bottom to and fro until she was sitting firmly and comfortably with his nose wedged well and truly in the cleft between her buttocks.
She kept him imprisoned beneath her for quite some time, moving only slightly and occasionally to allow him to suck in air.
From that day on she only had to flash her undies and, on command, dear cousin became a human stool for her to sit on.
Jennifer was sitting in a chair, with her heels drawn up to her bottom - a favourite position of hers at the time - and she did not realise that this position left her knickers on view. If she had, she probably wouldn’t have given it a second thought, unless she had observed the effect this had on her cousin.
He was handsome lad, and he spent a long time contemplating her thighs and knickers. Eventually, of course, she twigged, and was definitely excited by his absorbed interest. When he got up he had to adjust the front of his trousers.
After that, she sought opportunities to display herself to him. Whenever they were alone together - which was quite often - she would manage to display her knickers with her legs widely spread. He never failed to show a great deal of interest.
One afternoon, he was lying on the floor pretending to read, but was actually peeping up Jennifers skirt at her pink knickers, while pressing his lower body against the carpet. She suddenly asked him what he was looking at. He blushed scarlet, and told her to pull my skirt down. She refused, saying that if he didn’t want to look, he didn’t have to.
He muttered something about it being very disturbing and she seized her chance. “ I don’t mind you looking at my knickers”, she said boldly. “Well you do have a nice bottom”, he replied gingerly. “Would you like me to sit on you?” she said. He was surprised and very embarrassed at her remark, but groaned when she said it and she got an inkling about him.
“Come on”, she demanded, “roll over on your back so I can sit on you!” He couldn’t speak or move a muscle, poor thing. He was quite taken aback at the prospect. Before she could really think about it, she was squatting over his head.
Realising where she intended to sit, he made a feeble protest, which she, of course, ignored, and proceeded to lower herself down on to his upturned face. His cries were quickly muffled in her pink knickers, and finally ceased altogether when she was sitting with her full weight upon his head.
After about a minute, she lifted her behind and looking down between her thighs she asked him how he was enjoying it?
He didn’t answer, but the expression on his poor face was enough to make Jennifer realise that he actually liked being sat on! So she settled herself back down on his face, gently rubbing her bottom to and fro until she was sitting firmly and comfortably with his nose wedged well and truly in the cleft between her buttocks.
She kept him imprisoned beneath her for quite some time, moving only slightly and occasionally to allow him to suck in air.
From that day on she only had to flash her undies and, on command, dear cousin became a human stool for her to sit on.