Keywords: Schoolgirl, Uniform, Catholic,
It caught my eye because Russ and I were just talking last night about sending Rachel, our youngest, to my alma mater, Bishop O'Brien, when we moved back to the area where I grew up. There it was, hanging on a display, all red and green and white plaid, unmistakably the uniform I'd worn at O'Brien. Nothing had changed about it.
On a lark, I decided to try one on. I found a size 6 quickly but had more difficulty locating an appropriately proportioned white blouse. Most high school girls aren't D-cups as I am now.
It wasn't until I was in the dressing room that I realized I had nothing on under the workout suit I had worn to the mall that afternoon. No bra, no panties. However, being so far from where I now call home gave me that incredible sense of freedom one gets when one is among those who are, and will remain, total strangers and I stripped completely naked – except for white workout sneakers and anklet socks.
I took a moment to admire what was for a 48 year old mother of three, a pretty remarkable body. I had been homecoming queen in both high school and college. From the "offers" I get at parties and such, I knew I still had it. I worked very hard to keep in shape. My waist is 26 inches. My legs are strong and shapely. My butt is bongo drum tight. The two most striking differences in me between now and high school are my tits that can make a grown man drool, and my pussy that I keep shaved bald – OK, it's quite a bit looser, but that's an "interior" dimension.
In the mirror, I checked my reflection wearing the blouse and jumper. I was surprised to see the hem hitting me about mid-thigh rather than knee level. Must be I'm a few inches taller and probably the girls are allowed to wear them a bit shorter these days, I thought. My hair was up, so I pulled the clip out and shook it down. I moved closer to the mirror. The lines have been slow to show in my face. My hair is just as blonde, it hadn't darkened like many I've seen. My eyes are pale blue. Yes, I know I'm pretty. But I also felt so young at this moment, like I was still in high school.
I'm not really sure why I did it. Well, that's not exactly true. Part of it was a return of a teenage rebellious streak; part a desire to see how young I could look strolling the stores of the mall. Part of me wanted to "cock tease" some of the young guys and boost my esteem. But why I didn't simply pay for the clothing, that I can't really answer.
Anyway, I strode out of that department store dressing room leaving my sweats behind. Heading for an exit into the mall, I took surreptitious glances in all directions to make sure I wasn't being followed. I had just cleared the exit when I heard the voice.
"Miss."
I didn't think whoever it was was addressing me, but about 5 feet beyond the store entrance, I felt a hand on my arm. I knew exactly what it was. I almost pissed myself.
The fat man showed me and ID. Not a police badge but more like an employee ID. It had his picture and the word "Security" in bold black at the top. I saw his name was Gerald.
"Please follow me."
I said nothing, I just followed. Working our way through a warren of hallways we arrived at a door with the word "Security" printed on it. The fat guy opened it and told me to wait. Inside there was a metal desk and a couple of metal and plastic chairs. On the desk was a plaque with the name Sgt. Norris. On the wall was a picture of a young man in an Army uniform. There were three stripes on the sleeve. The man was very good looking. He was also very black.
The door swung open and the man from the picture, without the uniform, entered. He went immediately to the phone and dialed. I could only hear his part of the conversation.
"Hello, is Detective Josephson in?"
"OK, well this is Morgan Norris…"
"That's right, down at the mall…"
"Yeah, another one. I don't know why they think they can just skip that part of the shopping experience where you stop at the cashier…"
"We're pulling the surveillance tapes now…"
"Yeah, Gerry brought her in, I don't know how but he always manages to find the pretty ones."
"Oh yeah, she really stacks up. Well, tell Joe to call me when he gets back in so we can get her booked."
I was so scared I was literally shaking.
"Can I see some ID?"
I just handed him my wallet as I didn't think I had the ability to remove my drivers license.
"Remove the ID, please." The security man would not accept the wallet.
I know he saw how frightened I was as I handed him my driver's license. Sgt. Norris took a seat behind the desk and motioned for me to sit in one of the metal and plastic chairs.
My mind was racing. I just couldn't have something like this get to my husband. I actually had a mental picture flash into my head of a newspaper style section. The headline blared, "Celebrity helps local family." The accompanying photograph shows me in a prison jumpsuit, shackled, being led to a sheriff's van. In the background a fetching Winona Ryder presses her body against Russ as Rachel stands by smiling and waving.
I knew I had to do something. Mentally, I went through my list of options. The list was pretty thin. I could offer a bribe or I could offer sex. OK, technically, you could say that sex was a bribe too, so a bribe it would have to be.
Sgt. Norris was copying information from my license onto a form.
"Were you in the Army?" I asked.
"Reserves."
"That you in the picture?"
"Uh huh."
Small talk didn't seem like it held much promise. I took a big gulp of air.
"What's it going to take?"
I knew my looks had worked for me my entire life, but, believe it or not, I had never deliberately used them to get things I didn't earn. OK, I tried once.
Back at Bishop O'Brien, senior year, wearing a uniform just like the one I now wore, I faced my geometry mid-term and my geometry teacher with what I thought was an acceptance at an Ivy school in the balance. Geometry loomed as a potential B on what was otherwise a straight A record. The teacher was right out of college himself and most of the girls, including me, had a crush on him.
Sitting in the front row, smiling my sweetest smile, I caught his eye and deliberate opened my thighs until I was sure he could see white cotton. I held my pose until he averted his eyes. Looking back at my paper, I held my legs open hoping he'd come back, optically that is, for seconds. Trouble was, flashing the man I'd already had so many fantasies about caused me to get so moist, I had to close the show for wet weather.
And now, I had parted my legs again. This time for a younger man. Nervous and scared, I was also excited, almost hoping I'd have to fuck my way out of this jam.
"Pardon me?" Sgt. Norris had stopped writing and started looking. I increased my spread.
"Look," I said, "I'm willing to do whatever you want if we can just forget this all happened." I ran my tongue across my upper lip just in case showing this black stranger my cunt hadn't completely tipped my hand.
To be honest, I was a bit surprised when he got up and walked around the desk. I guess it was easier than I thought it would be. Cupping his hand under my chin, he lifted me up and kissed me like I hadn't been kissed in years. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him back.
A switch in me had been flipped. Suddenly, I wanted to do every slutty act I'd ever heard of. I pressed my body against his as I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth. I brought my hand up his thigh until I cupped his cock. It was hard. I grasped it through the material of his trousers and jerked it like I was back in senior year again.
I knew he was bigger than Russ. Much bigger. Often, I had fantasized about sex with a black man. I loved to watch videos of pretty white women servicing well endowed black studs. Sometimes I surfed the net for pictures of big hard black cocks and masturbated while thinking of what I might do with them.
The cold, trembling fear I'd felt earlier had turned into raging jungle fever. My pussy, it seemed, was melting right down my leg. I wondered what his big cock would feel like up my cunt, but I wanted something else even more. I wanted what I'd watched so many beautiful white women do in video and still photography. I wanted what always got me off when I masturbated. Pulling my face away, I looked up at Morgan Norris.
"Please let me suck your cock," I begged. "I've always wanted to suck a black man's dick."
Sliding down his body to my knees, I noticed he did not attempt to prevent me. Eagerly, I opened both his fly and my mouth. I swabbed him with my tongue, kissed him with my lips, engulfed him in my mouth. I wrapped my left hand around the base of his cock and jerked it toward my mouth that surrounded the head. When I could stand the heat in my pussy no more, I dropped my right hand under my skirt and found my clit.
I took my mouth off his dick briefly and looked up to see him staring down at me.
"I need your cum," I pleaded as I continued to finger myself. Within ninety second he was shooting his load into my mouth as I knelt thrashing in a "category five" orgasm of my own.
I knelt at his feet clutching onto his thighs as I struggled to regain my composure. Licking off a final cum string hanging from his deflating but beautiful cock, I kissed the head and returned it inside his fly.
Sgt. Norris helped me to my feet. Returning my license, he told me I was free to go. I would have liked to kiss him again, but supposed that was out of the question.
At the doorway, I looked back and raised the skirt hem so he could see my bare ass.
"We're moving to this area next month," I smiled. "Any chance I could get a repeat performance?" Sgt. Norris slipped me his card.
P.S. that bastard geometry teacher gave me a B anyway, the fucker.
Keywords: Schoolgirl, Uniform, Catholic,