Lyle and Linda drove through the dark woods of Arkansas with the radio blasting the surrounding silence. They drove, hand in hand together, singing along with Alabama at the top of their lungs, enjoying the freedom, the release, from their normal every day world.
Lyle had met Linda at a church social. Lyle was the son of Rev. and Mrs. Moore, and Linda was from the new family in town, the Alders. She was beautiful, with long blond hair and big blue eyes. The dress she wore that day was plain, but he still took special notice of her small breasts, tiny waist, slender hips, and long beautiful legs.
They had dated for two years, and had remained strong in their desire to remain virgins until their wedding night, after college. After finishing High School, they had gone to their parents with their plan to see the world, to take a summer road trip through the South to Florida, then up to New York City, then to Chicago and Yellowstone Park, before returning home.
Lyle looked over at Linda’s legs, revealed as her skirt had ridden up while she danced in her seat. Long, pale, and voluptuous, with the slight sheen of her cream-colored stockings. His hard-on came up suddenly and fiercely, and he inwardly cursed their vow, that would keep him from getting between those legs for another two or even four years.
Certainly they had kissed, hours and hours were spent in that way, but aside from touching her bottom while dancing, or the occasional cupping of a breast while making out, he hadn’t really done anything at all. His one remembered joy was the night of graduation, when Linda had rubbed his hard dick through his pants as they made out, making him erupt all over the inside of his shorts. Other than that, Lyle had only felt relief by his own hand, and that was hardly possible right now, was it?
Lyle took Linda’s hand and brought it over to rest on the hardness in his lap. She stopped singing, and looked at him in embarrassment and confusion.
“Hike up your skirt a bit more,” Lyle said, breathing heavily. To his astonishment, she did. She wiggled her bottom in the seat and brought the material of her skirt up so high he swore he could almost see the Promised Land. His eyes crept up from her shoes, heels with straps over the top, to her stockinged legs, to her upper thighs, where the stockings ended and the white garter belt straps began and went up under her skirt.
“Oooooey,” he yelped, “Those are the finest legs that have ever walked this world!” And Linda blushed, looking down. Her hand went back to the hard lump in his lap and began to stroke across it, as Lyle’s hands tightened on the wheel.
“Mmmmmmm, Honey,” Lyle moaned. “Do you ever touch yourself like you’re doin’ to me?” Linda blushed furiously. “I- have,” she stammered quietly.
Lyle’s dick jumped when he heard that. “Why don’t you do it now, so’s we can both enjoy our drive.”
Linda slid her skirt up a little higher and Lyle saw the white cotton of her panties. She slipped her right hand into the waistband, and settled back into the seat, her feet pressed against the floor of the car under the dashboard. Lyle smelled a sweet, sweet scent that he had never smelled before, and it made him hotter than he had ever been before.
The intense feeling of her rubbing had his legs jumping, kicking at the accelerator. At the first opportunity, he pulled off onto the side of the wooded road and parked. He leaned over and kissed her, with a passion that had hardly ever matched before, and he put his hand on top of hers, feeling her fingers move through the soft cotton.
