Once in a back alley
Lily was sitting naked in front of the mirror in her room, examining herself, as they say, "in all her glory." She found herself much more attractive than many of her eighteen-year-old peers. Of course, her breasts weren't that big, but her waist was slender. Her butt was nice too. And her legs were beautifully shaped, beyond her years. Her eyes were brown and beautiful, with long, lush eyelashes. And her eyebrows were even, no need to pluck them. Her lips were pink, and if she bit them a little, they looked as if painted red. Lila frowned and stepped away from the mirror.
from the house to her tutor's, not noticing a young guy following her with quick steps. Only after turning into an archway did Lily feel that someone was following her. More precisely, she heard panting and looked back. It was a completely unfamiliar teenager, about 18 years old. Catching up to her, he grabbed her breasts with his palms and pressed her against the wall. Lila went cold. She stared at him in fright and couldn't utter a sound. He began kneading her breasts, panting near her ear. Leaning his face toward her, he slightly opened his mouth and pressed it against Lila's lips. She should call for help, scream, but she remained silent, trembling all over. He lowered his hand down and started moving it there. "Look here," he said breathlessly. Lily lowered her eyes and saw his penis sticking out of his unzipped pants. He took her hand in his and, placing it on his organ, squeezed her fingers.— Now move it up and down," he moved Lila's hand, and she saw a round pink "head" peeking out from the penis. The penis was so smooth and warm, hard and even a bit slippery. Lila mechanically moved her hand, while the guy wheezed over her and kneaded her breast with one hand. His other hand, stroking Lily's leg, moved up under her dress, pausing briefly on her thigh, giving it a noticeable squeeze.
Not feeling any panties, the guy stopped for a second, looked at her in surprise, and continued his business, slipping a finger into Lila's pussy. She instinctively squeezed her legs together, but his hand moved inside, his finger touched the folds, and suddenly Lila wanted to relax her legs. The finger touched something there, and a tickling, pulsing sensation started in her lower abdomen; she even wanted the finger to touch only that one spot.
Lila spread her legs and moved her butt back a little so the finger would move exactly where it felt good. The guy smirked.
— What, you like it?
Lila blushed.
— Come on, don't get distracted. I'll give you proper pleasure too.
Lila continued making rhythmic movements with her hand. The guy now moved his finger exactly where it was needed, and Lila moaned. She felt a heaviness come over her, her legs turned to jelly. And suddenly the guy groaned, moved back, turned her with her back to him, lifting her dress so that her butt was completely exposed. Lila felt a hot, sticky, milky-jelly-colored liquid spurting onto her in thrusts. The guy pushed away her hand, which she tried to shield herself with, and then leaned against the wall. His penis began to shrink.
Looking at her, he smirked again, straightened up, and stuffed the shriveled penis back into his pants.
— Alright, off you go, wherever you were hurrying to," he said, turned, and slipped out of the archway.
Lila stood there, wiping her butt with a tissue as best she could, removing the remnants of semen, only then adjusting her dress. Thoughts raced through her head, none lingering for long, and the girl couldn't even stop their flickering.
Snapping out of her mental stupor, Lila suddenly realized that the rehearsal must have already started. She pushed off from the wall, left the archway, and on wobbly legs, trudged in the right direction.
***
— You're back early," her mom said.
In an even voice, without the slightest agitation, Lila blamed it on not feeling well and went to her room. She threw her bag in the corner, sat on the bed, and hugged her knees.
— Will you eat?" she heard her mom's voice.
— Nah, not hungry yet.
She went to the bathroom, locked the door, and turned on the water. Stripping naked and getting into the bathtub, Lila spread her legs wide and looked at her crotch. She had looked at herself like this before, but she had never thought about how that little mound was so sensitive to the friction of fingers. She touched it and moved her finger along the entire slit, again feeling the blood rush to her lower abdomen.
Lila sat in the bathtub, threw her legs over the sides, and began touching herself, feeling an otherworldly pleasure from the touch of her own fingers. She began to pant.
Suddenly, her body grew hot, something washed over her, overwhelmed her. The girl barely suppressed a strong moan.
Her body seemed to dissolve, her arms went limp, her legs fell from the sides back into the bathtub on their own. Lila floated somewhere, closed her eyes, and forgot about everything in the world.
From that day on, she pleasured herself like that whenever she had a convenient moment. She did it at night in bed, during the day when her parents weren't home, sprawled in front of the TV, in the evening in the bathroom, and even once on the table.