Fucking My Girl in Her JC Uniform

[ashtodust]

Fifteen

What color do you always pick in a game of chess? Are you always the white or the black?

Jeanette chose her favorite color, allowing me to make the first move. She responded to the exploratory move of my first pawn with a head-on confrontation by one of her pawns.

"One piece captured, one button off."

How do I resist taking the first button off Jeanette? I took Jeanette's cue and captured her first pawn.

Jeanette responded by running her hand down her neck sensually, taking her time to take off the topmost button of her blouse. Now she looks hot, yet not sleazy yet. The removal of the top button offered me a better view of her collarbones and the clear glowing skin around them, much like what some OLs do, but not enough for me to see the cleavage or her shoulders.

Next, I moved a knight towards the centre, leapfrogging the pawn ahead of it. Once again, Jeanette offered me another of her pawn, all too easily.

What was Jeanette trying to do? It felt too easy, and yet, I couldn't resist such an opportunity to take one more button off her.

The second button that she took off offered more for me to see. As Jeanette took off the second button, she deliberately pushed one sleeve down her shoulder, giving me a glimpse of the shoulders that her blue JC uniform had covered all this time. I could see the edges of her bra. It wasn't the black bras that she usually wore, and neither was it one of those bras I've played with in her luggage. It looked light-colored, like white or beige.

There was only one way to find out what bra she was wearing.

After another exchange, Jeanette conceded yet another pawn, all too easily. The third button came off her, showing me the full glory of her plain, white bra. Jeanette never had such a bra - all her bras were lacy and sophisticated in design, but this one was just like what a JC student would wear. She really prepared well for this day! Her 32B bosoms were hanging off that fair, petite frame of hers, pushing against the cups.

Jeanette lost her fourth pawn in a similarly weird fashion, and she once again demurely unclasped the next button down her blouse. This time, she pulled one of her arms out of a sleeve, giving me a full view of half of her upper body, including the tattoo of the fairy that she had on her abdomen.

A lady in JC uniform was sitting across me on the same bed, showing me half her naked body and a tattoo that not many people would have seen before. How lucky was I?

At this point, I was still fully clothed, and I wish my pants could come off to relief the pressure building up in my loins as Jeanette slowly stripped in front of me.

For the next 2 exchanges, Jeanette succeeded in making me take 2 more of her pawns, taking off the last 2 buttons of her blue blouse. The blouse was now hanging on only one of her shoulders. The skin of Jeanette's shoulders and collarbones glowed under the lighting in our room, and there was a look of resignation in her eyes.

Yet, with 6 of her pawns now gone, Jeanette seemed to suddenly turn the tables.

In 5 decisive exchanges, Jeanette lured and captured one rook, one bishop and one knight from me. Before I knew it, she captured my queen and 5 pawns, taking the shirt and pants off me.

I was now more naked than Jeanette, who was looking sexy in that unbuttoned blouse hanging loosely off one of her shoulders. My eyes swept past her legs, wishing I could see more of them too.

I am doomed.

In spite of the desperate situation, I found her bishop sitting dangerously in the path of my rook, and Jeanette appeared none the wiser about it.

I went for it, leaving only my bishop and a few helpless pawns to guard my king.

I regretted the move straightaway. Upon capturing her bishop, as Jeanette smiled and took off her blouse, it dawned on me that I was never in control of this game.

It felt like I was the dominating one, but I was the real pawn in the game.

Me: You are really good, dear... I walked right into your trap.

Jeanette: What trap? You see something I can't see?

Jeanette gave me a puzzled look, scratching her head in bewilderment. She was trying hard to suppress a smile.

I know that face.

That face when Jeanette is up to something.

All Jeanette had to do to checkmate me was to move her pawn into my back row, and promote it to a knight. With my rook now taking the place of the bishop that Jeanette lured me into capturing, there was nothing stopping her from that.

Jeanette: Checkmate!

You might think this is Jeanette announcing her win, but it was the exact opposite. Moving the rook in her own half out of position, Jeanette allowed my king to move out of what would have been a checkmate, and forced me to checkmate her.

Jeanette may have lost the game, but she was the one who really controlled the game. She "lost" it with more clothes on than me.

But why?

With the game over, I swept the chess set aside, pouncing on Jeanette on our bed and pinning her down.

Me: Well played, dear... clarinet, piano, dancing, marketing, chess, pleasing your man... what else are you not an expert in?

Jeanette blushed as I praised her from on top of her, the white cotton cups of her bra pressing against against my chest, my hairy legs rubbing against her smooth, silky legs.

Jeanette: I don't know what you're saying dear... you won the game!

Wrapping her arms around my butt, Jeanette circled the cheeks of my ass sensually with her smooth fingers.

She was pretending that she lost the game accidentally, and she knew that I knew she was pretending.

Jeanette: This means I must do a forfeit, right?

Me: Yes, loser needs to do forfeit! What would you like to do?

Jeanette pouted and closed her eyes in thought.

Jeanette: Did you see the way the butler looked at me just now? Let's have some fun with him.

[LeWildDick]

woohoo!! found new love

[LeWildDick]

Originally Posted by ashtodust

Nine

I have forgotten that I had cut my hair short until I saw myself in the mirror.

Today is the day of my sexcapade with Jeanette.

I couldn't sleep last night as I thought about what I'll be doing to Jeanette and with Jeanette today.

Driving through the drizzle after the rush hour traffic in the morning, I admired the magnificence of the building where we will spend the night. In the lobby of the swanky hotel, I watched as all kinds of people checked out of their rooms.

The oddest couples around were the foreign old men with their arms wrapped around local looking SYTs. Were they escorts?

It was nice of the hotel to grant my request to check in early. I got in to the room and changed to my own uniform and kept the keys to my car in the safe. I won't need the keys for the rest of today. The last time I wore this uniform was for an office party that Mr Soh organized, and it didn't feel that tight back then. I wanted to book a cheap, sleazy hotel for the experience, but Jeanette argued against it. Of course you must listen to the lady.

"Excuse me!"

A rude lady rushed me from behind on the escalator. I looked up the escalator and realised that the right side was empty, and there is a rule about standing to the left of the escalator.

I gave way to her, and my defenses gave way to her ass.

How can anyone resist those tight buns and smooth thighs wrapped in that flared skirt?

I went back on the right and walked behind her. As I did so, the screeching of the incoming train caused a flurry of activity as people picked up speed around the escalator.

The rude lady chased the train.

Her skirt gave way.

Like petals of a blooming flower, the flares of her skirt spread out as she kicked at the steps, rushing for the train.

I was the lucky bee who saw the pollen.

It was a short train ride before I had to take a bus to Jeanette's school. JC students don't drive. By this time, students were already leaving school and my bus was full of secondary school students from the nearby school. A stench of body odour permeated the bus. Turning around to look for the source, I found that it was a group of netballers. They didn't have their bags with them and I had a full view of their figures from their jerseys. Their shorts were so short, they might as well not wear pants. Moving my way through the crowded bus, I tried to get closer to these netballers. The nice thing about schoolgirls is that they are never old.

When I got close enough to them, I realised that they were really tall for their age. Their bodies were radiating with the smell of deodorant and the sweat that the deodorant was supposed to cover up. Their non existent shorts did nothing to cover their tanned, glowing tight legs, some of which were even muscular. Some of these netballers were lucky enough to be well-endowed, while there was one who was an airport runway.

I don't know if they wanted it that way, but their jerseys were all too loose for them. From where I stood, I could peer down each of their chests and see their sports bras and pubescent bosoms. These girls were more concerned with talking among themselves than balancing themselves on the bus. As if the smell and the sights was not enough, whenever the bus came to a stop, the girl nearest to me would find herself jerking towards me, the smooth skin of her arms touching mine, the fabric of her jersey and shorts rubbing against mine. This went on for many times, and each time she apologised to me for crashing into me, I thanked her inside me.

I wish I could stay on the bus with those girls longer, but I had to alight to wait for my special girl to end school.

The bus stop outside Jeanette's JC was teeming with students already. I attracted curious looks as I alighted the bus. Our JCs are not near, and it must have been strange for someone from my school to be there.

The sea of blue was teeming with young energy, and it reminded me of how old I am. There were boys with heavy bags looking at their phones, girls who were still young enough to pull off bangs and still look cute, talking about school, and of course, young couples doing their thing.

In the gentle breeze after the morning drizzle, my heart skipped a few beats as a uniform-clad Jeanette walked towards the bus stop, her altered short skirt swaying in the wind, her sweet smile and loving gaze melting my heart as always.

Her hair was bunned up, just like how she looked in her JC photos on Facebook. It was also dyed black specially for this occasion. Jeanette exuded a more womanly vibe than the other girls around her and stood out like a jewel. Her strides spoke of confident stability and maturity, unlike those of the girls around her. Yet her face still looked so young, as if she didn't age throughout the past 10 years. She was wearing the matching sneakers and bags that we bought for each another. The only difference is she looks fairer than 10 years ago.

I caught a few boys stealing glances at Jeanette. Was it the special womanly vibe from her? Was it the weird feeling they had that they haven't seen this girl in school at all?

All I know is, she is mine. All mine.

Jeanette's heart skipped a few beats.

Spotting me amid the sea of blue, she stopped dead on her tracks as her loins, hips and legs shuddered, her body arching forwards to control that surge of sensations.

The remote control in my pocket really works.

sea of blue… cjc

[BMW69]

Originally Posted by LeWildDick

sea of blue… cjc

Lol. Or MJC or AJC

[ashtodust]

Jeanette grew up as a convent girl, so...

[hitler]

Originally Posted by ashtodust

Jeanette grew up as a convent girl, so...

Convent girls are hot! Next should bonk her in her convent uniform

[BMW69]

Originally Posted by ashtodust

Jeanette grew up as a convent girl, so...

Explains how she's so kinky. The JC along PIE it is!

[LeWildDick]

Originally Posted by BMW69

Explains how she's so kinky. The JC along PIE it is!

so chim.. can give initial? haha

[Dublin]

Originally Posted by LeWildDick

so chim.. can give initial? haha

Dude, the answer is kind of obvious!

You can use Google Maps as well.

[BMW69]

Originally Posted by LeWildDick

so chim.. can give initial? haha

Err it starts with a C?

[LeWildDick]

Ahh... I know I know! haha

[BMW69]

Originally Posted by LeWildDick

Ahh... I know I know! haha

Haha there's only one that starts with a C

[ashtodust]

Sixteen

We packed up the chess set and called the concierge, asking for the butler to pick up the keyboard that we requested for, since we were done with it.

I made Jeanette a cup of coffee while she prepared for the butler's entry.

DING DONG.

The doorbell chimed, and Jeanette made her way to the door in her blue JC uniform, the top 2 buttons undone, showing a teaser of her plain, white schoolgirl bra and a generous amount of her neck and collarbones.

Her hair was soaking wet, and some of this water was also soaked by the material of her blouse, making her blouse translucent. From my hiding spot behind the closet, I could smell Jeanette's touched up perfume, making her smell so tempting.

A youthful woman in her JC uniform, soaking wet and with her blouse partly undone.

I wish I could fuck her now.

Deep down, I felt abit worried for Jeanette too. This was a risky way to have fun.

Sipping her coffee, Jeanette pretended not to know who it was and opened the door with the deadlock engaged, exposing only a slight gap.

I couldn't see the butler yet, but Jeanette then closed the door to disengage the deadlock, and opened the door fully for the butler.

Jeanette: Oops! I'm so sorry!

Jeanette spilled the coffee on the butler's trousers as planned. His pants were dripping, and Jeanette bent over with her unbuttoned blouse in an attempt to pat dry his trousers.

The butler's legs twitched as he felt the touch of a woman's hands on his loins.

A woman in a partially unbuttoned JC uniform.

A tent formed between the butler's legs, under his trousers.

Finally realising the futility of patting dry the butler, Jeanette asked the butler to hang in there while she went for the towel which we had placed in a premeditated spot before this.

The bulge in the butler's pants was throbbing, and his eyes widened as Jeanette bent over for the towel, exposing her bare ass. Remember, she was wearing nothing beneath her short blue skirt.

BANG.

The door slammed shut as the butler made his way to Jeanette, who was bent over and taking a long time to get the towel.

[ashtodust]

Originally Posted by hitler

Convent girls are hot! Next should bonk her in her convent uniform

Originally Posted by BMW69

Explains how she's so kinky. The JC along PIE it is!

Jeanette is the first convent girl I'm seeing, and she's really special and different from the rest.

[BMW69]

Originally Posted by ashtodust

Jeanette is the first convent girl I'm seeing, and she's really special and different from the rest.

Indeed they are. great catch!