Caged - Linda

WHOA! What the FUCK!” I scream at the windshield as I stomp on the brakes, barely missing the bus that stopped in front of me.It’s my own fault of course, I’m late, rushing to get to Linda’s house and I was daydreaming about her again for like the millionth time in the past three days, ever since our ‘swim’ last Saturday afternoon… 

We’re out on her patio and Linda is sitting in the captain’s chair opposite wearing  her  baby blue two-piece swimsuit.  “Jeez, it’s hot out” she says, tilting her chair back on two legs, as she closes her eyes and rests her head back against the house. Scooting her butt forward, she hooks her ankles behind the front two chair legs for balance spreading her thighs wide open!

“Holy shit!” I think, unable to stop staring at her crotch. Her bikini bottoms are pulling against the canvas seat and have formed to her like a second skin.  A few strands of dark brown hair are peeking out along her thighs and, wow, the material is pulled so tight into her crack that I can clearly see the outline of her vulva being pulled  apart.  As I gape, the gap between her two thick lipsis getting darker. Is she sweating?  

“It is  hot!” I  eventually reply, in no rush to tear my eyes away.  “Like to go swimming?”

A few moments later, she opens her eyes and looks down at herself, then back at me, as she runs her fingers along the sides ofsuit pulling the wet fabric out herself, smiling the whole time. “Sure” she says.

In the pool a while later I grab her, accidently, well, on purpose really, between her legs as we create a whirlpool to move allthe junk on the bottom to the middle – made it much easier to vacuum up, her dad had told us. Instead of pushing my hand away though, she opens her thighs to let my hand slip in.  Then closes them tight!

I can feel her thick pussy lips pressing hard against my hand, my middle finger trapped deep between them, a warm heat coming from her as I push the thin fabric into her slit. She trembles when I slip my pinky and thumb under the edges of her bottoms, sliding them deep into her forest of curly hair. I’m totally enjoying the sensation of touching her there, feeling her pubes floating between my fingers is super exciting as we swirl through the water.

When my fingertips touch together inside her bikini bottom, I form a hook with my fingers and pull her suit to the side. Her legs open wide  -  is she waiting for me to touch? But, before I can move my hand though,  she twists her body and swims away, but not before I have a chance to peek into the water and, for an instant, catch a glimpse of her lips peeking through her beautiful brown-haired bush!

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“Well, it’s about time!” Linda says with a pout as she steps out of her kitchen door and takes my hand, “How’s my college boy?You’re late tonight, it’s almost time to go inside. I thought you might not gethere at all.” 

“Sorry,” I answer. “ this 4:30 Lit class was the only one I could get, and I’m not used to driving home in that traffic yet.”

Linda pulls my arm gently and we step around the corner into the shadows of the back patio. She gives me a quick kiss on thelips and molds herself to me with a tight hug. I feel a sudden thrill course through me when I discover ‘No bra Strap!’ underneath her blue Precious Moments sweatshirt, her way of telling me that my hands are welcome to stray up and caress her pert, sweet breasts.   

She shivers, and I notice she is wearing  a matching pair of terrycloth shorts on instead of her usual jeans, ‘what’s this about?’ I wonder. Intrigued, I start to run my hand down to touch her bottom – maybe no panties too? But suddenly, she breaks the hug and leads me deeper into the darkness to the picnic bench.

“I can’t go out Saturday night…” she starts to tell me as we sit on the on the picnic bench. “…I have to babysit, but Friday night is Ok if you still want to go.”

“Um…Friday should be Ok, just let me check if Bryan and Diane can go with us.” I answer, cursing a little, since she didn’t have a lot of free weekend nights ever since she took over my babysitting racket. 

“Dad finally covered the pool up today,” she tells me, disturbing my thoughts, pointing over her shoulder at the round  dark shape in the yard. “I can’t believe we were able to go swimming almost until the end of September.”

“I know. The Indian summer was great while it lasted, but it smells like school now, doesn’t it? And it’s much darker too.” Ireply. We’re still holding hands but sitting apart on the long picnic bench with our backs resting on the table, talking quietly, the dining room light shining through the window illuminating us softly. We’re keeping it chaste in case someone, like her dad, peeks out at us.

The light suddenly snaps off, leaving us in almost total darkness. We hold our breaths, waiting, hearts beating faster, our hands tightening in each other’s as we hear voices fade from the dining room.

Quickly we close the space between us. She rests her head on my shoulder and I feel her body shudder when takes my hand andslides under her sweatshirt, directing my fingers to her nipples. I’m surprised to find that they are already rock hard, it usually it takes a few minutes.  Now I notice her breathing is getting heavy too.

“Please...” she whispers in my ear “... touch me!”

“What?” I whisper back, confused, moving my hand to play with her other hardened nipple. Thought that’s what I’m doing.

“No, here…” she whispers tugging at her waistband.  “…I’ve been wanting you all day” she murmurs, tugging on my arm, pulling my hand from the breast I’m happily cupping.

Nervously, very nervously, I slide my hand slowly over her flat belly and I feel her hold her breath when I slip it inside thetop of her shorts. Excitement courses through me as the thin cloth rubs along the back of my hand and my trembling fingers glide along her smooth skin. When my fingertips touch a thin band of lace, Linda moans softly in my ear and pushes my hand down with hers.

 “Further,” she says, shifting her hips up. She finally breathes again, giggling nervously as my hand slides through a thick patch of curly hair to stop on top of her panty covered mound.  Her hair feels very different from last weekend in the pool and now my cock is stiffening too. Ugh, it’s stuck sideways inside my jeans and I squeeze my legs together a few times desperately trying to free it. 

Linda moans again, pushing herself up, gently guiding my hand again until my fingertip feels the start of a gap between herlips underneath the silk. I’m surprised, not sure what I’m touching - I feel more soft hair matted underneath the silky panties and I can’t help but wonder what color they are. With my thumb and pinky, I play like I did with her bathing suit last week, pulling the edges away from her skin. I feel strands of hair poking out of the lace along the soft skin of her thighs and she shakes again when my fingers graze her covered labia.  I push my hand down deeper between her legs, my middle finger exploring slowly until I discover her underwear is what? Wait - wet?

I had imagined doing this many times, especially after Saturday in the pool, but I never expected this. Why is her underwearsoaking wet? Didn’t she notice she just peed herself? I stop, embarrassed and start to pull my hand away, unsure what to do next.

Earlier that dayUpstairs at Linda’s house

“Thank God that’s done with for another month,” I think to myself as I ball up the clean pad and drop it into the bathroomwastebasket. Unhooking my bra, I let it slide down my arms onto the floor, and I watch my nipples stiffen in the cool air. 

“Are my tits any bigger yet,” I wonder for the millionth time as I turn sideways and suck my tummy in, maybe? “Well, maybenot, but it sure feels good to play with them!” I think as I cup one in each hand and give the points a small squeeze. The electric feeling flares up inside as I pinch them along with the surge of warm wetness down there…

I trace a line slowly down between my breasts and smile again when I think about his hands touching me under my sweatshirt. Even touching my own skin feels good and now the tingle gets stronger, spreading quickly from each pointy tip down to between my legs. 

I slide my hand over my tummy, my muscles trembling in anticipation.  Last week it was fun teasing him, in the chair, spreading my legs, knowing how tight my bathing suit was, pulling me open. Peeking at him and watching his face as he stared at me was wickedly exciting, I got wet in a flash. 

I spread my fingers slightly and run them through the thick brown bush between my legs, brushing my lips down there a few timesbefore just slipping a  fingertip inside. I reach out to hold onto the edge of the sink, then push my finger in more asmy j uices start.

I take a deep breath and hold it, aching to plunge it in all the way in, knowing I could finish almost instantly. I’ve been thinking about this, about him, ever since we had been in the pool last weekend. I had laid back against his chest while he towed me, my legs floating up behind when suddenly, his hand was right - there! 

It felt so good I had almost screamed. I couldn’t help but push up into his palm, his long middle finger fitting perfectly between my lips. I don’t know if he could tell that I was shaking, I just wanted to grab his hand and push him deep inside. He had his face turned to watch where he was going  so, I couldn’t tell if he knew what he was doing or not. All I knew was it felt wonderful,floating in the warm water, my lips swelling under his hot hand, my pearl starting to pulse. 

Then he put his fingers underneath my bottoms and oh my God, they felt so good playing with my hair! Twisting his fingers on myskin and being so close to touching my throbbing clit. When he pulled my suit away, it felt so frigging wonderful to be naked down there, the cool water against my hot skin. I opened my legs waiting for him to touch me, wanting him to touch me there so badly! But no, I still had that stupid string…

With an effort, I slide my finger out and run the moist tip up my slit and flick it gently on my pearl at the top. I gasp out loud, wanting to do it again, but willing myself to stop as I hold my finger lightly against it for  a few moments until my legs stop shaking. I want him to do this, to finish what he started.

“Oh wow” I say out loud when open my eyes and look at the small clock on the vanity. He’ll be here soon, I hope! I quicklyunlock the door, look both ways and scoot across the hall into my room. I pull on my sweatshirt, no bra for sure.  “He’ll know why” I think and  dig out the new silk panties I had walked up to Pergaments to get. No cotton undies for me tonight!

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Before I can ask if she’s okay, her hand is in her shorts next to mine, anxiously pulling the soaked panties away to exposeher beautiful soft vulva. I slide my hand down again until I’m cupping her naked pussy and then slip my middle finger back into her dripping crack - in an instant,  I understand why her underwear is so wet. When I realize what’s happening to her, a flash of excitement blasts through me and  I grab my hardening cock with my other hand and free it, finally letting it point straight up. 

I caress her slowly and I’m amazed how lush her hair is, how soft the skin is on her thick labia.  I feel them swelling, then open slowly and grab my finger,  pulling it deeper into her slit.  Linda opens her thighs wider, letting me explore her smooth folds that I had never, ever dreamt existed.

My brain is going on overload, my heart is racing, my cock, now standing straight up in my jeans, is rock hard and throbbing. I can’t believe what we’re doing but I know I’m loving every instant of touching her hot wet pussy.

“Inside…” she whispers “…put your finger inside me!”  Placing her hand over mine, she pushes my middle fingertip deep down through her smooth folds to the bottom of her crack and into the opening of her vagina.

I’m puzzled for a second, I’m so engrossed touching her that I had completely forgotten there’s an opening into her. I tremble as my finger slips in and I can’t believe how small she feels inside. I push my finger into her deeper, gently, as she starts thrusting  against my hand, rubbing against my palm,  then suddenly she starts squeezing inside, grabbing my finger and pulling it deeper inside. Her pussy keeps grabbing as she wraps her arms around my neck and breathes hard into my chest. I can’t help myself now, I reach inside my jeans to hold my cock and I’m surprised to feel the tip of me is wet too.

I move my finger in and out of her, like I know what I’m doing, when suddenly she slips her finger inside with mine. “Like this” she whispers, laying her finger along mine and pushing us deep inside what now feels like a wide-open tunnel. We stroke inside together, moving our fingers slowly in and out of her until I feel the tunnel clamp tight around our fingers. Linda gasps, her pussy suddenly holding our fingers tight and still deep inside.  She utters a small cry, biting my shoulder hard as her hips shake up and down and then I feel a shudder go through her, then another,  much longer  one, as she keeps biting me and pushing herself  into my palm.

When she catches her breath, she whispers “Sorry, I bit you, but I had to try to be really quiet while I finished.” 

I feel her slowly untwist her finger, leaving mine alone inside her. She kisses me gently on the lips. “Here, taste” she says as she dabs the tip of her finger under my nose and then slides her whole finger into my mouth.  Her scent bursts deep inside my senses, the taste of her musk is delicious as it overwhelms me, and now I can’t help myself,  I reach all the way into my pants right there on the patio.  I need to stroke my cock so badly; my excitement is almost uncontrollable.

Suddenly, we hear the sliding door from the family room open and her mother is calling us to come inside, “Happy Days is about to start!” 

“Be right there,” she calls back. In a flash, she is up and running the other way, through the kitchen door and upstairs to her room,leaving me, and my raging hard on, to go alone into the family room to face her parents.

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The show goes on forever, the commercials never seem to end.  I only want a few moments with her to make sure she’s okay, I mean she looked fine, smiling, even though her mother is here - they didn’t get along too well a lot of the time. Finally, finally, the episode is over, but as we start to out, she stays behind to talk for a minute in the family room as I wait in the kitchen for her.

It’s mostly dark in the kitchen, actually it’s just a short “hallway” leading from the dining room to the side door. The stove, frig and some cabinets are on one side and the sink and washing machine on the other. There’s only a little light in the room coming from the oven, but it’s enough for me to see the terry cloth shorts she had been wearing in the laundry basket on the counter. I peek and see bit of lace sticking out.  Before I know what I’m doing…

A few moments later, a quick hug, no kissing, house rules – haha! – and then I’m on my way home alone with my thoughts of what had happened a half hour ago. Normally I would turn left on Motor Lane, a quick walk five houses down, but instead I turn right to walk home around the block instead.

I feel the bulge in my back jeans pocket, but don’t dare until I’m home alone in my room. I walk unhurriedly, can help but reliving every second of what had happened, and my heart starts racing and the back of my tongue is tingling again until I realize my hard on is throbbing again! Around the back side of the block, I can see her bedroom window over the houses. Her window is still lit, and I stand there a while watching, wanting to catch a glimpse of her, wondering what she’s feeling and then thinking about whathad happened, again, my hand deep in my jeans pocket, teasing my cock through the fabric, until it finally dawns on me what she had meant when she said “finished” .

I run the rest of the way home.

Finally, I’m down in my room, in the back of the cool basement  Quickly, I lock the door, rip off my clothes, being careful not to snag my hard cock in the zipper of my jeans and pull her panties out of my  pocket - Pink with white lace! Closing my eyes, I bring them up to my face a take a long, deep drag. The scent which she had teased me with earlier now envelops me completely. 

I take her panties away from my face and anxiously slip them on.  Enjoying the sensation as the soft fabric slides up my legs, I shudder when I feel the still damp fabric from her wetness against my tight scrotum. This is something I had long fantasized about doing again since that night at Laura’s.

‘God, they feel good!’  I think as I wrap my engorged erection in a cold washcloth, gritting my teeth with a mixture of pleasure and pain, until it shrinks completely.

Carefully, I take the tip of my penis and pull it between my legs, separating my scrotum with a testicle on either side, formingwhat looks like a vulva.  I tuck myself into the lace on either side and close my legs. Looking in the mirror I’m rewarded with a view my thin hips being hugged by pink panties with a beautiful looking mound, the still wet fabric clinging to form a slit and two full “lips”.

Closing my eyes, I lay back on the bed and slowly start caressing my ‘pussy’ through Linda’s cum soaked panties. I quiver as Icontinue to touch myself, enjoying ripples of pleasure from my ‘lips’ as I lightly stroke them with my fingertips. Uncontrollably, I harden again until my engorged penis protrudes from the lace waistband.

I put a dab of Vaseline on my middle finger, open my legs wide, move the thin silky strip away from my hole and slowly slide myfingertip inside. I almost scream, it hurts,  but it also feels so good too. My brain is working overtime connecting the feelings of slipping my finger into Linda’s hole and now into mine until I can no longer stand it. Like in her, I feel my finger being grabbed, while simultaneously I feel the initial pain of being penetrated give way to the naughty bliss of being filled up. 

I take myself in my other hand, the precum that had surprised me earlier, has my tip wet again, drops of it flowing as I slowly start to stroke the swollen wings of my shaft …