He reached over and to Helen’s surprise lifted the front of her skirt.
“That’s what I thought,” he said as Helen blushed and pushed her skirt back down into place. “You didn’t bother with the modesty shorts.”
“You had no right to do that,” Helen snapped, glaring at him.
“I was just considering my bucket list,” Paul explained. “One of the items on it is to make love to a cheer-leader in uniform. To be honest, I was going to try to persuade Christy to bring her uniform along with us once she’d got it. Changing into it with me there would warm her up nicely and I might finally get her to bed.”
“Don’t you dare. . .” Helen started to say, but Paul interrupted her.
“Don’t worry. I have a better idea. You’re already in uniform and you don’t have shorts that I’d have to remove. Hell, with those panties that I saw you wouldn’t even need to take them off. Just move them to the side where they’ll be out of my way. That way I can chalk an item off my bucket list and you can make sure I’m not trying to tempt Christy into bed this evening.”
“Of all the gall,” snapped Helen. “Stop that,” she added with a hiss as Paul lifted the front of her skirt again.
Paul just grinned, a finger hooking the crotch of her panties, pulling then out and to the side, so that when he release them they snapped back bunched to one side. He started rubbing the exposed pussy.
“Come on, I dare you. Give your all to protect Christy. We’ve got time.”
He withdrew his hand and unzipped. Before Helen’s horrified gaze he calmly brought out his erection. Quite a respectable erection, too.
“All I have to do is call out and Christy will come,” she pointed out.
“And I’ll be in hot water and Christy will blame you and I’ll probably get some remorse sex in the next day or so. Possibly even in uniform.”
He lifted Helens skirt for a third time, this time tucking it into her waistband, leaving her exposed. Reaching down he started rubbing her again. He sighed.
“Changed my mind,” he murmured. “I think I want these right off.”
With that he calmly pulled down Helen’s panties and she found herself stepping out of them. Looking down she could see that she was effectively naked from the waist down with Paul’s cock very much in evidence.
“You can’t get away with this,” she protested.
“Get away with what?” asked Paul. “You can stop me just by saying no. Are you going to say no?”
Helen didn’t say anything, just moving back as Paul moved closer. Then she was leaning back against the table and he was right there, his erection brushing against her.
“Touch it,” he said softly. “Move it into position.”
Muttering to herself Helen did as she was told, taking his cock and steering it between her legs, bringing it to the point where the head was pressing against that sweet spot that demanded attention. She couldn’t believe she was letting him do this.
Then he was surging into her, driving in hard, and Helen decided that, yes, she did believe he was doing it to her, and doing it hard.
“You will,” he said, still speaking softly, “have to forgive me for the rush, but I do realise that we’re short on time.”