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Amber: Turning Amber Red

A schoolgirl keeps flashing her knickers at the bus stop but is she doing it on purpose?
The first time she did it, I thought it was an accident.

I looked, of course I looked, but my excitement then was at catching a glimpse of something forbidden. Amber was her name – I knew that because I’d overheard her talking to her friends on the bus. Her school friends, all wearing the same uniform of blue blazers, white blouses and pleated grey skirts; short grey socks and flat black shoes. The difference with Amber was that I knew she was wearing a pair of white knickers – not the ones with the polka dots, the ones with the tiny red and pink hearts. For I’d become quite the expert on little Amber’s knickers since that first fleeting glimpse.

Every morning without fail, Amber came out of her house in a state of partial undress, shut and locked the front door before dropping the key back through the letterbox. Then she ambled over to the bus stop and completed dressing. Each day she fed her tie around her neck, reaching behind to fold her collar down, thrusting her teenage tits out at me in the process. Sometimes her blouse wasn’t fully fastened at the bottom and I was treated to a peep of her belly as she stretched. Sometimes she bent over and fiddled with the contents of her bag before she did-up the top buttons and I saw the nursery slopes of her breasts. Those were rarer treats. What had become a daily occurrence was the flash of knickers.

Amber’s regulation school skirt finished above her knee and she tied her laces by placing each foot in turn on a metal pole next to the bus stop. As I sat waiting for my bus, I had the most perfect view up Amber’s skirt. I barely had to divert my eyes – I just changed the focus from the distant corner where my bus would appear to the rougher skin of Amber’s knee before sliding my view up the soft, smooth skin of her inner thigh and on up between her legs, allowing my gaze to rest on her exposed knickers. She always wore such pretty ones. Never old fading pants; or plain; or boring: Amber wore pretty knickers; mostly colourful, patterned cotton. The bulge of her pussy was clearly visible and sometimes there would the faintest crease of a camel-toe. That was when I had to be careful to hide my erection: when the contours of Amber’s pussy were clearly visible through the thin material of her knickers.

Innocent or knowing? That was the question which was killing me as Amber put-on her little panty parade every single day, without fail. I knew she was 16 years old; that she was a virgin; that she’d never been kissed; that she fancied a boy called ‘Matt’. Everyone travelling to work on the top deck of the 257 knew those little factoids about Amber. Only I knew that she was wearing the lemon sherbet knickers with the big white dots this morning. But what I didn’t know was whether Amber was aware that in putting each foot in turn on the post that I could see her knickers and therefore knew more about her than any other person on the 257. Was she knowingly putting her crotch in my eye-line every morning? She never looked-up suddenly to catch me; her knickers were simply there for me to look at, should I choose to do so, five-days-a-week.

It quickly became the highlight of my working day. I looked forward to seeing which ones she was wearing. Actually, I did more than that: I tried to anticipate which knickers she would be wearing on any given day. It was difficult as she seemed to be adding new ones to the collection every week. I’d never seen the little black shorties which she’d been wearing on Monday before. I liked the way they clung to her crotch and covered an inch or so down her thighs. Was she cold? Had the autumn chill wafted up that skirt and given her pussy a chill? I felt my cock responding, offering an alternative way to keep Amber’s virgin pussy warm… and wet.

Amber became the object of my wank fantasies. I even stopped watching porn, which hadn’t happened since I was old enough to get my hands on it. I was obsessing, but couldn’t help myself. Amber was showing me her knickers every day. I thought about them; thought about her as I wanked. I fantasised about her: sometimes her display was one of utter innocence, she was the oblivious schoolgirl to my perverted voyeur; more often it was a deliberate display, and she watched me wank until my cock erupted and I spurted cum all over her in a depraved act of worship. Either way, it was really happening and was a massive turn-on; and balancing on the knife-edge only served to make the associated fantasies more exciting and the orgasms more powerful. Did Amber know the effect she was having on me? Was she masturbating in turn? Sliding her pastel-blue knickers down her legs and playing with her pussy, knowing that I would be thinking about her?

Had she been my age, I would have asked her what was going on… or at least asked her out. But I couldn’t do that. At 26 years old, it was socially unacceptable for me to talk to a girl of school age - even a ‘legal’ schoolgirl who was showing me her knickers every day. And it was too late to ask her to stop – had I been looking at her knickers all this time and only thought to mention it now? If it had been accidental, I could imagine what her parents would say, or do…

Things came to a head one Friday morning. It was immediately obvious that the previous bus hadn’t come. There were ‘other’ people at the bus stop; lots of them. Didn’t they know that this was my private time with Amber? I watched as she tumbled out of her house and fed the keys back through the letterbox. As she approached, her eyes took in the social gathering – searching each face in turn, until she found mine and stopped. For the first time ever, Amber made eye-contact with me. There was something in her expression – recognition but also fear at having been caught. In me she had found what she’d been looking for. And in that instant, she’d given herself away; Schrödinger’s cat materialised in the ‘deliberate’ box. Amber had been putting on a show for me.

The revelation had an immediate effect on the blood flowing in our bodies. Amber’s beautiful face went scarlet while my blood gathered… elsewhere. My cock throbbed as I watched her struggle with her clothes, choosing to squat demurely with her skirt gathered around her as she tied her shoelaces. I smiled to myself; her knickers were a private show just for me, not a general exposure to whoever happened to be sitting in the bus stop. For the first time, Amber looked up sharply as she tied her shoes and caught me watching her. I didn’t look away… and eventually, reluctantly, Amber smiled back, a second flush of red, rising like a feverish thermometer. I remembered the agony of that feeling from when I was at school. I knew what it meant… little Amber had the hots for me.

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Comments(9)

scotty792
Posted 12 Jun 2013 00:04
Lovely to read about Amber in her school uniform but how about a story of her wearing proper school knickers, in navy blue, bottle green or maroon?
T0ady
Posted 18 Feb 2013 05:53
Late to this series, but wow!

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naughtyannie
Posted 12 Oct 2012 15:00
A wonderful vignette of voyeuristic delight I'm in love with Amber already! Such a saucy minx lol!
llkop
Posted 10 Oct 2012 16:50
cracking story mate
Charlie400
Posted 09 Oct 2012 23:53
Very well written - part 2 maybe?

Buz
Posted 09 Oct 2012 19:46
This is an excellent story!

jillinjulie
Posted 09 Oct 2012 18:24
from the point of view of a guy is interesting....
mrick
Posted 09 Oct 2012 16:02
Yep another one good story, Just Rick

stephanie
Posted 09 Oct 2012 14:41
This is a '5'....

Proceed....

(giggles!)

xx Steph
 

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