August had been its usual hot self. For those working outside, the hottest of months can take its toll. A particular long, trying day was almost over for me when I took a break for water. My phone showed a page saying to call her when I got home. Quitting time then seemed closer with devious thoughts filling my mind.
By five o'clock that evening, I'd come home to an empty house. A cool shower created a new man. Standing at the window, peeking to the house across the street, I'd called her with butterflies in my gut. "I'm going out. Do you want to see me?" Wanting her was more than she could know as it had been two weeks since we'd last touched.
That night we were going to try something new that would later become a habit. It was a clandestine mission for each of us to meet at a busy shopping center and then return to my house in one car. The garage would go up, the car slides underneath, and the neighbors or other parents are none the wiser. Those five miles each way were like the trip to the airport when a lover is returning. Anticipation sloshed with my horny eagerness as I idled past the rows of cars- my eyes scanning for this girl who'd bubble over with smiles when she saw me.
We'd had to do the 'pick-up' this way because our time together remained hidden from her parents, who were not only my neighbors, but close friends. In addition to already being considerably older than her, she'd turned eighteen only weeks prior. For some time we'd talked about sneaking her into my house for an entire night of debauchery. Driving home I was savoring the moment as I knew soon was to be that night.
That single car garage door had clear glass panes that were easy to see through even from across the street. I'd rolled in with the door closing just behind the rear bumper. Lori crouched in the seat until after the garage flood light had gone out. Just in case any neighbors wanted to stop by to borrow a cup of sugar, we wouldn't want to be caught like this even completely clothed. One last trip around the house ensured the blinds were drawn and doors locked.
From the kitchen I said to her, "I'd offer you a beer if you were of legal drinking age."
That's Ok, she says, "...I can't be smelling like beer if I have to get back home. If Dad calls my cell..." We didn't spend much time on that hushed prospect. If he called she was at a friend's house. That moment was ours with my excitement evident by the fullness of my erection when I stared at those perfect breasts stretching at her pink T-shirt. Emphatic kissing followed as we reacquainted our bodies. I'd undone the woven belt that was preventing me from kissing her belly button. With her jeans down and off, my hands roamed her young body that responded to my slightest touch.
She clasped her arms around my back, whimpering to me the thoughts she'd had earlier that day. My right hand had slid cautiously lower to the moistened cotton panties, my finger tip pushed against the padding of her flower. "Look at you, so wet and these panties are now mine", I said with two fingers tugging at the waistband but allowing her to keep them on. We were kissing to make up for lost time. Arching her back, her hands freed the bra clasp.
There didn't seem to be anything better at the point when my lips left hers heading to her nipples, round and visibly responding. A strip tease of a different variety was unfolding for my needy eyes, my hands being allowed to explore. Nothing remained on either of us except for her in those panties, jiggling in all the right places as we shuffled towards the bedroom.
Holding each other in a standing kiss, we'd stopped shy of the bed. The throbbing in my cock pressed against her below those wonderful tits. Devious hands have a mind of their own- mine wanted those dampened panties slid down rosy thighs. Like a heady pervert trying to undress the prom queen, I was stopped short of my goal by her holding my hand with a whisper, "...do you remember last week when I said...that I didn't have any hair below my waist?"
I'd nodded with an exhale, how could I forget? She trailed on with, "....and I didn't then, but I do now. Would you like to help trim things up?"
That bathroom had a wider-than-usual countertop without the interruption of two sinks. From springy toes, she hopped her ass up and sat while I gathered a washcloth, cream, and changed the blade of my razor. Those teenage legs parted for me as I trailed a sloppy kiss down her belly, lapping at the wet patch of cotton, nuzzling sideways to nudge at her lips, and the expression on her faced changed completely when I found her clit. Licking at the insides of her thighs, we both were sweating and I hadn't begun any trim work.
