Knee socks Stories

You run your hands down my naked body, the only article of clothing I'm wearing are my knee-high Irish flag socks. It's St. Patty's day and you know how I love to be festive! But you could care less about the silly socks, you are much more interested in the pot of molten gold between my legs at present. You make quick work of finding out how drenched I had become from you grazing your stubble along my neck before I'd undr...

I was going to wait two days before calling Margery, figuring that I wanted to appear interested but not desperate either. That was about the limit of my knowledge about handling dating situations. However, she was the one who called me the very next day. She had suggested that she might do something like that, but I hadn’t taken her very seriously. It was a Friday, and I had just gotten home from school. “Hey Hank, how a...

As our story opens we find sixteen-year-old Ken almost naked and laying at Vanessa's side enjoying the slow descent from his orgasmic high. The wonderful feeling is made even better by the fact that Vanessa's body is pressed against him and one of her satiny smooth legs is on top of his leg. He smiles to himself as he glances over at her and recalls her asking him not to tell anyone. It was a request that was not really n...