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JayJay helps you step down off the table. It is harder than you think it should be. Everyone is cheering again. The moment you sit down Eli wraps one arm around your shoulder. His shirt is rough. The feeling of the hairs of his arm scraping against your shoulders feels like spiders, but not in a bad way...you think. | JayJay helps you step down off the table. It is harder than you think it should be. Everyone is cheering again. The moment you sit down Eli wraps one arm around your shoulder. His shirt is rough. The feeling of the hairs of his arm scraping against your shoulders feels like spiders, but not in a bad way...you think. | ||
His other hand runs up along the inside of your leg. His hand is so big that he can almost close his fingers around the whole circumference of your thigh. It makes you feel small, but also protected, as if his strength is your power. Then his hand slides up farther. His fingertips brush against your private place | His other hand runs up along the inside of your leg. His hand is so big that he can almost close his fingers around the whole circumference of your thigh. It makes you feel small, but also protected, as if his strength is your power. Then his hand slides up farther. His fingertips brush against your private place--the place between your legs that you are not supposed to let boys touch. But of course, you are not supposed to run around the beach naked either. | ||
Still, when he touches you there you squirm. "No-ooooo," you whine quietly. This gets a huge laugh from the boys. You are not sure why. | Still, when he touches you there you squirm. "No-ooooo," you whine quietly. This gets a huge laugh from the boys. You are not sure why. | ||
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[[Public Nudity / Beach / Supine on the Table | ...lay you down in the middle of the table, face-up, while all the boys gather around, grabbing at their belts and jeans-zippers.]] | [[Public Nudity / Beach / Supine on the Table | ...lay you down in the middle of the table, face-up, while all the boys gather around, grabbing at their belts and jeans-zippers.]] '''Request''' --[[User:Notsooldpervert|Notsooldpervert]] ([[User talk:Notsooldpervert|talk]]) 14:43, 31 December 2019 (UTC) | ||
[[Public Nudity / Beach / On Your Knees | ...set you down on the ground, helping you fold your legs under you, so you end up kneeling before him.]] | [[Public Nudity / Beach / On Your Knees | ...set you down on the ground, helping you fold your legs under you, so you end up kneeling before him.]] | ||
Latest revision as of 14:43, 31 December 2019
Eli is waving you over, patting his lap and telling you to sit there...that must be what you meant to do.
JayJay helps you step down off the table. It is harder than you think it should be. Everyone is cheering again. The moment you sit down Eli wraps one arm around your shoulder. His shirt is rough. The feeling of the hairs of his arm scraping against your shoulders feels like spiders, but not in a bad way...you think.
His other hand runs up along the inside of your leg. His hand is so big that he can almost close his fingers around the whole circumference of your thigh. It makes you feel small, but also protected, as if his strength is your power. Then his hand slides up farther. His fingertips brush against your private place--the place between your legs that you are not supposed to let boys touch. But of course, you are not supposed to run around the beach naked either.
Still, when he touches you there you squirm. "No-ooooo," you whine quietly. This gets a huge laugh from the boys. You are not sure why.
Eli takes his hand away, but only to worm both of his arms under you, one behind your knees and one under the small of your back. Then he stands up out of the chair, lifting you up as easily as if you were a doll.
He proceeds to...
...lay you down in the middle of the table, face-up, while all the boys gather around, grabbing at their belts and jeans-zippers. Request --Notsooldpervert (talk) 14:43, 31 December 2019 (UTC)