A Love of Lingerie - Part Two

I briefly dated a girl called Lisa. She always used to wear skirts when we went out. And always light blue or black tights or pale grey stockings. She was busty and curvy with lovely legs. We would often end up in a passionate clinch parked outside her house. I think she knew I enjoyed touching her legs. She always wore short skirts. Kissing her ears would drive her wild. She was inexperienced though and I think I was only the second boy she had kissed. Often she would drape her leg over my knee and hug closely into me. This meant we were nearly touching in all the right places and added to the passion. I caressed her thighs all the way up to her bum. One night we ventured into her living room to cuddle on the sofa. My Mini was a tad too small to get up close and personal at times. She wore a short sleeve blouse, black skirt and black tights. I could see she was wearing a lacy white bra beneath her shirt. We rolled around on the sofa. Me on top of her, and then her on top of me. She was a little nervous and embarrassed but she allowed me to undo her top buttons, kiss her neck and squeeze her breasts through her bra. I could tell this was a first for her. She rode me quite well, pressing down into my throbbing erection. I mentioned earlier that frottage is really important when you're a teenager. Her skirt rode up her waist completely. This shy girl was now in the throes of passion, and unconcerned about me getting an eyeful of her sexy black knickers underneath her tights. Her hair was tousled, face red, breathing was heavy, top few buttons undone, skirt up and legs spread. I'm not sure if she came or not but I think she got very, very close. That week I left for University. After a month or so I returned home and took LIsa out on the Saturday night. It was clear that she missed me, but we both knew we wouldn't be seeing much more of each other. I took her to a deserted country lane and parked near a motorway bridge. I moved into the passenger seat so she could straddle me. She had above average sized breasts. She wore the same short sleeve blouse as the month before. This time the bra was simpler. Her skirt was a checker pattern, quite a scratchy material. And what looked like black tights as before. This time she acted more confidently. As she parted her legs and hiked up her skirt, I discovered she was wearing lace top hold ups. And silky white knickers. She allowed me to unbutton her blouse down to the final button. She lightly squeezed me and unbuttoned my jeans. She touched me nervously yet curiously. Again I could tell this was her first time. She gently ground against me. I could feel her lips slide against the tip of my penis. It was another first as she let me tease her bra straps down around her shoulders and peel the cups away allowing me to kiss and suck on her bare breasts. This time I was sure she came whilst astride me. She was a tad flustered and a bit embarrassed. That was the last time I saw her. We did keep in touch a little, and she did let me know that she lost her virginity a few months later. In the early 1990's a good friend was dating a lively and exciting girl called Wanda. She had short strawberry blonde hair, a good figure and a really outgoing and exciting personality. She lived life to the full, and you were never quite sure what was going to happen when you were around her. We were all in our early Twenties. Life was just starting to happen - first jobs, first cars, first sexual relationships. My friend told me that he first knew that Wanda was attracted to him as she kept flashing him whilst wearing really short skirts. One night she was was wearing black seamed stockings and suspenders and made no secret of that fact. They got together that night I think. Wanda's best friend Sheree was single and for a short time we went out regularly as a foursome. It would often be to a local pub on a weeknight - and we'd all get slightly drunk. I wasn't really attracted to Sheree at first. She was a nice enough girl, and dressed well, but I would't have said there was an instant atraction. As the months passed, Wanda would keep telling me stories about Sheree, trying to make me interested in her. Sheree was very sexually experienced apparently. The two girls had been friends for a long time, all through their teenage years. They had been on holiday together several times, camping in the UK mostly. Wanda told me how she had accidentally walked in on Sheree with boys several times either wanking them off or sucking them off and kept reminding me how Sheree didn't waste time with men. She let slip that Sheree had been asking her what I'd be like in bed. Thinking back, all of these stories did have an effect on me. And I did start to fantasise about sex with Sheree myself. This went on for several weeks. They would always swop places so I would end up sitting next to her. And I'd always be left alone with her whilst my friends went off to get the next round of drinks. Sheree had medium curly hair, long legs, neat wast and an above average sized bust. She was always quite well dressed, maybe almost conservatively, but never anything I thought was slutty. One night Wanda hatched a plan to get me blind drunk so that Sheree could "look after me" and then see what happened after that. That plan worked. I was close to passing out in the back seat of my friend's car. Sheree put her arms around me and our bodies kept touching as the car bounced along the country roads. We drove to a local beauty spot. It was quiet and secluded. When we kissed it was hot and passionate. She was wearing a maroon satin blouse, black skirt, lace top stockings and flat shoes. I enjoyed feeling the soft underwire of her bra through her blouse. Our friends went for a short walk and left us alone.The kissing was wet and exciting. I enjoyed groping her body and the feeling was mutual. The back seat of the car was very cramped. She straddled me briefly, hiking up her skirt. The light was dim, but I was excited by the sight of both stocking tops in the moonlight. This encounter ended almost as quickly as it began. My friends returned to the car. Wanda boasted that she had just pleasured my friend orally and began asking Sheree had gotten up to. This was both embarrassing and exciting at the same time. I'd not been around two girls openly sharing their sexual experiences. I was pretty drunk by this time and needed to find my bed. The next night we all went out again. This time, I was driving. I've never been much of a drinker. My friends lived good distances away, so I always preferred to drive whenever possible. We visited different pubs, some nice, and some of them were quite rough.  I drove the long way home and dropped my friends off first. I think Wanda winked at Sheree as she got out of the car. I drove Sheree home. She lived on a suburban Avenue about ten minutes from me. It was around 1130 and she invited to come in. I explained that I really couldn't. I was working an early shift the very next day. I needed all the sleep I could else the following day would really be a struggle. So that was that and I drove home. Wanda called me the next morning. She knew all the details. I'd been such an idiot she told me. She made fun of me for not entering Sheree's house. She said she knew what would have been in store for me. Sheree would have had my trousers down the moment I'd entered the hallway. She said she knew Sheree well and understood how frustrated she must have felt. She said Sheree had told her she didn't think I was that interested in her after all. Looking back I was pretty naive about all of this. But I did struggle with the amount of forwardness shown by these two girls. I remember being quite shocked by it all. At that age, I just come out of my first serious and sexual relationship. I'd lost my virginity to my long term girlfriend. But sex was seen as something very serious. We were all afraid of unwanted pregnancy. A week or so later we all went out again. It was an early Summer evening. Sheree looked great in a lacy white flowery dress. Very summery with white stockings and strappy white shoes. This was a first for me. Her legs looked fantastic and she was really dressed up for the night. Our friends had to collect a package from a nearby address. Me and Sheree were locked in a passionate embrace whilst waiting in the car. She looked lovely and smelt incredible. I was so turned on. I ran my hand along her legs. She raised the hem of the skirt to show me the lacy white tops. This was such a turn on and an amazing sight. I knew that this was going to be a good night. It was the usual night in the pub, but I couldn't wait for it to be over and to be alone with Sheree. I dropped off my friends and set off to take Sheree home. This time I would accept her invitation to go inside. But instead she told me that she didn't want to go home yet. It was too early. And with that, she began to stroke my arm whilst I was driving. She put her other hand in my lap and gently squeezed my bulge through my trousers. This was another erotic first for me. I was doing everything I could to concentrate on the darkened country lanes. I'd more than warmed up to the idea of being with a confident girl who knew what she wanted. I occasionally reached out and squeezed the fullness of her right breast. Her chest was above average and she was full to the touch. I think she knew that I loved seeing her stockinged leg, so she lifted her skirt to show me. I caught of glimpse of her white satin knickers too. I drove to a 'lovers lane' that I knew. It was deserted and hidden in the middle of a long country lane. I drove a Mini at that time. It was very good for close encounters, though I did pose a few problems. I think we switched seats. Whilst she continued to rub and squeeze me, I unbuttoned the front of her dress. She wore an uplifting silky bra with a pearl embroidery around the underwire. She also wore a vest top over it, presumably to stop her nipples poking through as the bra was quite thin. With my trousers unbuttoned, she straddled me. This was really exciting and sexy. Her skirt was hiked up, her legs looked amazing. Sheree knew what to do, we kissed passionately for a while before she used her hands to wank me off quite expertly. As I was about to come, she leaned forward and let me shoot into her mouth. She swallowed it all and smiled at me. "Is that better?" she asked. Next it was her turn - we kissed and touched a lot more. She lay back and spread her legs for me, allowing me to touch her over her knickers and feel her thighs. She moaned and sighed as my fingers brushed against her lips and the waistband of her knickers. After a while she announced "I'm ready now!" and with that she slipped her knickers down around her ankles and popped them off. Then she straddled me again and pulled me inside her. Although she was younger than me, I was definitely the inexperienced one. I think I was shocked at how quickly this was all happening. I remember struggling to get her bra off. And not managing to. The vest got in the way. It was quite delicate and she was worried about it tearing. In the end, she left it on. Her pussy was very warm and very wet. It was cramped but she rode me and I thrust upwards into her. I didn't take me long before I came hard again shooting inside her. We were both very very hot by this point. She sat on top of me, and we talked "do you feel better now?" she asked and 'you didn't even ask if i was on the Pill, but don't worry I am!" she said to my relief. I was shocked by how quickly this had happened and found myself stiffening up inside her. she noticed and said 'are you ready again? I want this one to be better" and with that she started to move up and down. I had a face full of her chest and she was rhythmically bumping up and down onto me. She was firmly in control and this was an exciting new experience for me. I looked down at the point of our bodies meeting together. I'd already come so wasn't feeling like I was about to lose control. After a minute or so she came on top of me and stopped moving. I fumbed some more with her top until she climbed off me and reached for her knickers. And that was that, it was time to take her home. For some reason, we were both quite embarrassed afterwards. I had found myself going along with everything, and wasn't quite sure why. I was also terrified that she would be pregnant, despite reassuring me. But we never became boyfriend and girlfriend. I guess it was a sort of one night stand. We only saw each other a few times after that. But we didn't have sex, although I knew she was sort of cross that we didn't. I remember wanking myself the moment I got home thinking back to the night. And I've wanked thinking about her many times since.