Linda had a twin, Lisa. Paternal twins. They were both pretty. Linda had a class with me and Lisa and I just began a summer job together. I intended to ask out Linda, but since this was a phone call, before everyone had mobile phones, and I thought I was talking with her, I asked out Lisa. If I'd been able to see who I was talking with, I might have asked out Lisa intentionally. They were both pretty and I knew them both equally well, which wasn't much.
Upon picking Lisa up, I was surprised, but really more amused Linda wasn't getting in my car. It was a spur of the moment thing and I just wanted to do something on that hot summer evening. Putt putt was on the docket and there were three other couples that asked me along if, "you can find a date." Everyone was 19 or 20, so no legal drinking.
Putt putt went as I expected, with nobody really caring, cheating abounded in a good hearted way and although somebody began keeping score, by the end we'd avoided some of the easiest and hardest holes and blocked shots, kicked balls and laughed together in earnest. It took longer than intended and it was well past nine in that summer twilight with the oppressive heat dissipating all of a sudden.
We split up after the game, some went home, another couple wanted to see a movie, but I was hungry and asked Lisa if she wanted to get some pizza or take out. She had been very fun and a significantly better mini golfer than I was.
She'd worn a white pair of shorts and a coral sleeveless blouse, which struck me a little more elegant than our age, but I liked it. She had dirty blond hair cut in a bob, and blue eyes, that expressed a lot. Although I'd not really noticed, before, she had some nice boobs and the top accentuated them. My curiosity was piqued.
There'd been a lot of touching while we played, too. I'm tall, 6'3" and I swim on a scholarship for my college. I've got a classic clean cut, all American look, dark hair that bleaches out to nearly blond by the end of the summer, blue eyes, and an incorrigible grin that suggests I'm doing something I shouldn't, but you'd really like to know what it is before you pass any judgment.
She was 5'6" or maybe slightly taller, so when she stood behind me and showed me how to hold the club and swing, it was awkward and, not lying, a turn on. Somehow her hands made it under my shirt the first time and got progressively bolder as she insisted, I still wasn't doing it right. I really didn't pay any attention as she ran her hands over my stomach and up my chest, it tickled and I squirmed, but the last time she did it, her fingertips dipped into my waistband, making my dick heavy.
Unbeknownst to her, I was just wearing a swimming suit that looked like regular shorts, a polo and flip flops. Those swimming suits are quick dry and I gotta believe that if anyone checked me out, my shaft was approaching half mast and I'm sure the ridge of my cock was evident against the fabric. She had me going and I was young enough, not to care, and just enjoy the moment.
There was a local pizza joint a couple of blocks away. We drove over, ordered and waited. As we sat out front talking I commented on a high rise office building that was nearing the structural completion, meaning, all the floors were complete, but no windows, no walls, just stairwells and floors. You could see right through it. "I bet there's a great view from the top, wanna climb up and eat on the roof?"
Her response, was a simple look that needed no words and at that moment, the loudspeaker, called our number. On the way over, Lisa said, "This probably isn't legal." To which I laughed, and in a conspiring voice, "C'mon, let's do some crime. We'll start small and build up, before you know it, we'll be on the FBI's most wanted list."
We were laughing, as we pulled into the parking lot, surveying for any type of onsite security guard. Lisa grumbled, pulling at her bra strap, "the tag is really itching, do you mind if I slip it off?"
Incredulously, I asked glancing at the powder blue material, "Do your panties match? Cause if they do I'd like to see them together before..." as I realized I was saying exactly what I was thinking, without filtering, I looked at her sideways, opening my eyes and mouth wide in a look that implied, I'm so dumb, I just said that out loud.
In the dim car light I could tell she was blushing, before she covered her face and began laughing nervously, before stating quietly, "Yeah, they're brand new, I'd love to show them to you."
My dumb, shocked look, was no longer a funny contrivance, and again my mouth took off before I could corral it, "I bet you'll look really sexy in the moonlight wearing your matching set, but they'll look even better discarded on the roof next to the rest of your clothes."
She shot me a look that made my heart skip a beat, flinging the door open and stepping out in a saucy exit that sucked all of the oxygen out of the car. She was ahead of me as I gathered the pizza and checked her out, hard. She stepped to the locked gate. I was young, fairly inexperienced and she looked sexy in the dim light. I was quickly, ratcheting up beyond half mast.
The gate was fastened by a loose chain connecting a portable 6 foot chain link security fence encircling the site. Lisa ducked under the chain with lots of room to spare, and turned to me grinning, then scanning me, with only slightly less intensity than I'd been checking her out moments ago. With a laugh and bemused look, "Did I do that?"
Although she was looking directly into my eyes, she was obviously referring to my hardening dick. "Lemme help," she added as I stood next to the opening, lifting the pizza over the fence, expecting her to take it. Instead she pulled me tight to the fence with my waistband, lowering it, and causing my dick to literally, spring upwards in the gap under the chain. Prudence, discretion and logic flew out the window faster than Lisa squatted down handling my fully erect cock through the fence.
As she squeezed my shaft, ran her fingertips over and around my purple throbbing head, and cupped my balls, all I could do was push my hips forward, enthralled with our plight. Despite being on the edge of a large empty lighted parking lot, just off a big busy road, my sole focus was on how close my cock was to Lisa's enraptured face. She had coaxed a bead of clear pre-cum out the tip and was rubbing it in a tantalizingly methodical way all over my swollen glans. "What am I going to do with you?" I heard her wonder aloud, softly, almost to herself.
