Amanda Bynes Is Going To Meet The Man Of Her Dreams

Amanda Bynes Is Going To Meet The Man Of Her Dreams

By: Yoke

NOT
REAL! THIS STORY IS ONLY PART OF THE AUTHOR’S (YOKE) SICK,
PERVERTED, LONELY, AND HORNY MIND. THIS SHOULD ONLY BE READ FOR FUN
SHOULD NOT BE RE-ENACTED. IT IS NOT MEANT TO MAKE FUN OF OR PARODY
ANY OF THE BELOW MENTIONED PEOPLE. SHOULD NOT BE REPOSTED ANYWHERE
WITH OUT…SHOULD JUST NO BE REPOSTED. PLEASE ENJOY OTHERWISE. I’M A
FIRST TIME AUTHOR, BUT I’M TRYING.
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Part I: How It All Begins

Amanda was still asleep at 8:30 a.m. She needed to be at the mall to
meet her friend Haylie at
9:00 a.m. the mall was almost 20 minutes
away. She quickly jumped out of bed swearing at the alarm clock for
not going off, but she forgot to set it, stars always look for
something to blame. She took her pajamas off as soon as
possible, it was hard while brushing her teeth. Her gray short
shorts came off easily but her tight white shirt was more difficult.
She did manage to get it over her head getting her small breast free, but in
the haste got tooth paste on her left nipple, she just brushed off
making it hard and pointy. Amanda doesn’t like to wear a bra to bed,
too uncomfortable. She ran out of the bathroom to get dressed for
the day, all she had on was her black silky thong, this article was
for comfort and sex appeal even if no one saw it. She ran down the
hall, luckly no one was home to see her run topless, breast bouncing
every step.

She was in the biggest hurry of her life. She ws looking in the
closet for some clothes to wear. She finally found an outfit that
worked for her. A pair of low rise jeans and a pink shirt that
showed off her belly. She tossed the two articles on to the bed while
she looked for apair of shoes. “Sneaker, no too warm for socks, high
heels not with that outfit, how about these flat, black, thong,
sandals, yes.”

Even when a girls is late she still has to find the
right shoes. She had to get dressed and fast. She tugged down her
thong, now she was running around naked. She had wanted to rim down
her pussy some more but just didn’t have the time. It was still
trimmed into it’s strip form, and no one was going to see it anyway.
She just got her pants on as fast as possible, she had forgotten her
underwear but didn’t care she wasn’t taking off her pants today. She
did remember her bra, that was a must, her nipples were always so
sensitive and they would tear a hole in this shirt. She pulled her
pink shirt over her head and pulled out her long brown hair. She sat
down at the edge of her bed to put her shoes on. Her small feet went
in to the thong sandals easily, good because she liked her feet and
showing them off.

She ran downstairs and to her car, a green 1997
Trans Am, which she loved. Amanda peeled out of the drive way and
headed to the mall. It was about 8:50 a.m. now.
Before she even got to the corner she decided it was too hard to
drive with the sandals on. She reached down and pulled off her right
sandal then thought that it looked stupid and pulled off her left
shoe and drove barefoot. Her pink toes curled over the top of the
gas pedal as she sped all the way to the mall. The tread of the
pedal tickled her feet the whole way making her giggle at random
times. Her feet were sensitive like her nipples, but not sexually.

Amanda pulled her Trans Am in to a spot at 9:15, good time, since
she was speeding. Amanda had a lead barefoot when she was late. She
got a spot close to The Gap and got out. She had put her feet down
on the blacktop when she remebered she was barefoot. Hitting herself
in the head she turned around and looked at the passenger side floor
where she had put her sandals. She could only find the left one, and
she could not go into the mall with one shoe let alone no shoes. She
looked over the bucket seat to see if it had slid all the way back, no
luck. She laid down in the driver’s seat, her ass pointed into the
air and her low rise pants sliding down her small butt. Her crack
was showing she could feel the air travel across her displayed butt
crack, she attempted to cover it with one hand, but made it hard to
look for the shoe. She needed both hands and took her hand away
letting her butt cheeks show to anyone behind her, also vunerable to
the wind. The wind that day was cold and strong and was traveling
down her butt to her pussy, making it shiver with excitement, it
didn’t get too much attention.

Amanda finally found her shoe and
slid the sandals on to her feet. The motion made her jeans seam rub
against her nude clit, it felt great but Amanda hoped it did not
last all day or she would not be able to talk.
Amanda always had a problem with her clit. It was large and always
stuck out from the hood, a family trait, which would not be a
problem if she was not so sensetive to it. Don’t get her wrong she
liked the feeling it gave her but it had its downside to. It
happened to her in the 6th grade another day she forgot to wear
panties, her jeans rode up against her pussy making her horny. The
fly would rub her clit making her squirm and tense up. She went on
like this for 20 minutes. She was trying to adjust herself to get
comfortable but just made it worse or better depends on how you look
at it. The teacher was worried that Amanda had to go to the
bathroom, and she asked in front of the class. Amanda was so
embrassed she vowed always to wear underwear to keep her little
friend at bay. Until today.

Amanda was running through the mall to get to the food court. Her
sandals made a loud slapping sound in the almost empty mall,
everyone she passed looked at her funny. Most people didn’t know who
she was but saw that she was in a hurry. Running wasn’t helping her
problem down under it was making it worse. The fly would rub her
making it hard to breathe, she felt her pussy starting to get wet.
Amanda was never a masturbator. It once maybe once a month only to
get these awkard situations out of the way. It was almost two months
since she let her fingers do the walking, she had been too busy with
her movie to take care of her own needs, and it was “cumming” back
to bite her in the ass, so to speak.

Amanda just kept running trying to get the feeling out of her head.
She thought no one was around so she closed her eyes to think about
something else, but she was still running a bad idea. All she heard
was “HEY LOOK OUT!” then she felt another body and then the big O
hit her and hard it was building up for two months…

Part II: Amanda finds out who she hit. They become close and the
story really starts.

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