Lindas Lovely Legs Ch 02

I awoke to the alarm from my bedside clock radio. After switching it off I lay back and blinked the sleep from my eyes. Recalling the events of the previous night, I turned my head to the left and smiled to see Linda's lovely black bikini panties still lying on the pillow beside me.

I pressed my face into her panties and breathed in her intimate scent. My erection was immediate and urgent. I rolled onto my stomach, my face buried into her panties, and began to thrust my hips, grinding my erection against the mattress.

I had worn Deanna's big beautiful panties to sleep in and loved the sensation of my cock sliding against the sleek sheer nylon as I thrust my hips rapidly. I came in less than thirty seconds, sending streams of semen into Deanna's panties--groaning and crying out Linda's name with my face pressed into her panties.

Lying there in post-orgasmic euphoria, I sighed heavily, pleased by how pleasurable the experience had been. But then I grimaced as reality reared its ugly head and I sensed the warmth of my semen was turning cold against my skin--and also very likely seeping through Deanna's saturated panties onto the bottom sheet of my bed.

I was mildly disgusted with myself for allowing my need for release to outweigh the need for maintaining the condition of my bedding. The fact that I was prone to letting my lust for orgasm outweigh decorum spoke volumes about my immaturity.

I was eighteen for fuck sake, I should be out there getting laid and having sex with real girls and not just fantasizing about them and masturbating. I have never even had what I could call a serious girlfriend--how could I even ask a girl out? I didn't own a car and the thought of having my mother drive me and my date somewhere was not only totally mortifying, it was completely out of the question.

Astonishingly enough though, I was no longer a virgin. For all my inexperience and immaturity, I somehow managed to have one sexual experience--thanks to the guys from my former high school football team, who threw me a surprise birthday party on my eighteenth birthday. They had rented a large hotel suite for the party and had even engaged the services of a woman from an escort service to be my birthday present.

I had to admit, I was more than a little excited by the prospect of finally losing my virginity, but my excitement was short-lived, however, when the woman finally arrived and I realized my present was more of a gag gift.

The woman in question introduced herself as Bella, and from her thick heavily accented English, was either Russian or Polish--and also more than a little on the obese side--hence the gag gift.

She was medium height, in her stiletto heels, and wore a dress so tight it emphasized her enormous breasts, her thick bulging belly, her extremely broad and fleshy hips, as well as her thick heavy legs.

The guys all snickered behind her back and facetiously gave me many thumbs-up signs as they grinned and wiggled their eyebrows at me. It was all a joke on me... I got it, and would have probably done the same thing had I been in their shoes.

"And, so where is birthday boy?" smiled Bella, looking around the room. Several guys pointed me out to her and she rushed up to me and embraced me warmly, crushing her soft fleshy body to mine while everyone hooted and hollered.

"You and me, we maybe have some fun tonight, yes?" she said, giving me a wink as she slipped her hand down to my ass and playfully squeezed my buttocks--much to the delight of everyone assembled.

I merely nodded and smiled, having no intention of ever having 'fun' with her and not wishing to hurt her feelings, I studiously began to avoid her. She accepted a glass of wine and mingled with the other guys, conversing casually. I overheard her telling someone that she was from Poland and I smiled, pleased I had guessed correctly from her heavy eastern-European accent. When she said she wanted to lie down, she was directed to the bedroom, where she would very likely be expecting my presence.

The guys kept encouraging me with sly looks and nods, pointing to the bedroom, but I just shook my head. After a while, one of the guys stood up and said, "Ah, hell... if he's not going to fuck her, I'm not going to let that fat Polish pussy go to waste."

He entered the bedroom as the rest of us waited and kept an eye on the door. He returned in less than ten minutes with a broad grin--receiving high-fives and back-slaps from the others.

"She told me to tell everybody that she'll do birthday boy for free, but it'll cost anybody else ten bucks," he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. "And I'll have to admit," he continued, "that pussy of hers felt pretty damn nice."

It started as a trickle, and after a minute or two, a second guy entered the bedroom... while he was inside, two more lined up at the door... then three more got in line. There were twelve of us in total at the party and, in less than thirty minutes, all eleven of my friends and teammates had ponied up the ten dollars and availed themselves of her body.

At that point, if I didn't take my turn, I would have never lived it down with my friends. With a mild sense of trepidation, I entered the bedroom. Bella was sprawled on the bed, her tight dress lowered to her waist to bare her enormous hanging breasts, and the hem raised above her hips to bare her enormous body from the waist down--her thick thighs splayed to reveal her gaping pussy lips.

"Ah!" she said, smiling brightly and holding her arms out to me, "Is finally birthday boy, yes? Is saved the best for last."

I approached the bed tentatively, "Don't be nervous, birthday boy," she said, sensing my anxiety. "Come here to Bella and have your birthday pussy, yes?"

Her thick thatch of dark pubic hair was saturated with streams of semen, as was her labia. Her lips gaped as more semen flowed from her vagina to pool onto a towel she had thoughtfully placed beneath her. I know I should have been completely repulsed but the sight, but strangely, I discovered I was more than a little aroused and excited. I found myself very much wanting to feel the inside of her oozing vagina.

I quickly lowered my pants, letting my erection spring free, and crawled onto the bed between her splayed legs. She reached for me, pulling me down on top of her as she guided my cock to her vagina.

Her vagina was surprisingly tight and so completely inundated with everyone's slick viscous semen, it took my breath away. To my complete astonishment, I lost control immediately and released into her even as I entered her.

"OH," gasped Bella, softly as she cradled me tenderly in her arms, "Was so quick for you, my darling. Was for you your first time, yes?"

"Yeah, it was," I admitted.

"You... birthday boy... can have more than one time if you wish," she said, smiling broadly as she cupped my buttocks cheeks and pulled me tightly to her.

I began thrusting into her, thrilling to the sensation of her vagina and loving the feel of her big plush body beneath me.

I thrust into her harder... and faster, feeling the urge rising inside me again.

"Yes!" she cried, losing her smile and thrusting her hips to meet mine, "Fuck me!... Is so good your cock, yes?... FUCK ME!"

I needed no further encouragement and threw myself wholeheartedly into the mission, my body slapping into hers so loudly it reverberating throughout the room.

"Cumming... I am CUMMING!" she cried loudly and, as I reached orgasm a second time and began to release into her, she cried out in her pleasure, her voice filling the room.

When it was over, I raised my head to look into her eyes. She smiled up at me, her face flushed from her exertions. I kissed her, letting my lips linger on hers affectionately, and thanked her honestly and from the bottom of my heart.

"Now is probably time for me to go, yes?" she said, looking almost sad.

I nodded and pulled from her, watching as more semen flowed from her. She placed a rolled-up towel between her legs and smiled, "For me, is very nice this... having so much sperma, I am lucky woman.

I used another towel to dry myself and pulled up my pants. Having heard Bella's cries of pleasure, all my friends applauded and cheered wildly when I exited the room. I don't think any of them knew it had been my first time with a woman, and I couldn't help but smile to know I had just lost my virginity.

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But wait, I digress. The primary focus of this story is not about losing my virginity, my singular lack of experience with women in general, or even the innocence of my immaturity--It's about Linda's legs and my growing infatuation for them--and her. I mention the above purely as background into my subconscious thoughts and feelings.

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Weeks later, I was again asked to babysit for Rosie and Ricky, and I readily agreed, excited for yet another sensual opportunity to explore my growing attraction for all things Linda. On the day in question, my anticipation level had me in a heightened state of excitement and arousal for most of the afternoon. With high expectations for a wonderful night of sensuality, I prepared myself by removing my briefs and slipping into Deanna's panties wearing them beneath my jeans--the cool sleek nylon always seemed to heighten the physical sensuality.

Linda and her husband were planning a night out on the town with several other couples and Linda was dressed so provocatively it was all I could do to keep my eyes from bulging out of my head. She wore a little burgundy dress--little being the primary adjective when describing her dress.

The dress formed tightly around her body, leaving almost nothing to one's imagination--the bodice, barely held in place by thin spaghetti straps, bared her shoulders and upper chest and exposed an eye-popping amount of her creamy white cleavage. The hem of her dress was stretched tightly around her stunning legs and was well above the middle of her thighs. In her stiletto heels, Linda's legs were like beautifully sculpted works of art, and I had to force my eyes elsewhere whenever she was in the room.

After the perfunctory admonitions regarding bedtimes and contact phone numbers, Linda and Richard departed, promising to return no later than 10 pm.

Alone with the kids, I winked knowingly to let them know that the night's game plan would be the same as the last time I sat with them. "You guys can stay up as long as you want," I said, smiling broadly, "Just don't tell your mom or we'll all be in big trouble."

The kids vowed never to say a word and sat in front of the television to watch a Disney animated feature. Once again, true to my kid-tested psychology, they only managed to stay awake a little more than their usual bedtime. Without even a hint of grumbling, they both got into their pajamas and I put them to bed.

Alone at last, I felt the familiar thrill of anticipation. Wanting once again to explore the contents of Linda's laundry hamper, I made my way to the bathroom. As the hamper was only a third full, I only found two pairs of Linda's panties inside, similar to the pair I had stolen on the previous occasion--dainty black bikinis. When I brought them close to my face, I was again rewarded with Linda's heady intimate scent. I gave my forehead a mental smack for not thinking to return the older pair to exchange for a newer one, with a refreshed scent.

As my erection formed, I was pleased I had at least had the foresight to wear Deanna's panties beneath my jeans as the sensuality of the nylon greatly enhanced my growing arousal.

A glance at my watch revealed I had a little over two hours before Linda and Richard were due to return home. I smiled broadly as a sudden inspiration struck me like a thunderbolt. With my heart pounding in my chest, I entered the master bedroom.

Their king-sized bed was unmade, the sheets and blankets in complete disarray. I sighed heavily and stroked the front of my jeans as I tried to imagine Linda lying there in repose on her side of the bed. I bent over to bring my face close to her pillow and groaned with pleasure to discover it was permeated with the intoxicating scent of her perfume.

I quickly undid my jeans and pulled them down below my knees and crawled onto Linda's side of the bed, lying prone with my face pressed into Linda's pillow. I moved my hips, grinding against Deanna's sleek panties, and with Linda's perfumed scent filling my senses, I reached orgasm and ejaculated with delirious abandon, sighing her name as I surrendered to the pleasure of my orgasm, my voice muffled by her pillow. Several moments later, my blissful reverie was shattered when I rose to discover the disturbing mess I had made on her bedsheet.

Deanna's panties were completely saturated with my semen and I cringed to see how I had even soaked through the panties to stain the sheet below, much as I had also done at home recently. Would I NEVER fucking LEARN?

In a mild panic, I leapt up and grasped a handful of tissues, sopping up as much wetness as I could from the sheet, as well as from Deanna's panties. I brought a hand towel in from the bathroom and fanned it over the stain for several minutes, relieved as it began to dry and dissipate quickly and almost completely disappear.

When the sheet was reasonably dry, I relaxed, and the tension in my shoulders finally eased. While the sheet was no longer wet, I could still discern a very delicate, almost invisible, outline of my semen stain and sighed heavily. There was nothing more I could do, it was going to have to suffice. Hopefully, Linda would never notice.

After checking on the kids once more, I returned to the living room to watch television until Linda and Richard returned.

Richard entered the house first, giving me a perfunctory nod and a half-smile as he crossed the room toward his bedroom. Linda entered soon after, her smile radiant. She held out what appeared to be two folded twenties and gave me a wink, "There's an extra ten dollars in there," she whispered. "From me to you, as a special thank you for always being there for me."

I took the money and thanked her even as a wave of guilt descended on me. It suddenly occurred to me at that moment that she was unknowingly rewarding me for stealing her panties and masturbating on her bed.

My sense of guilt dissipated quickly once I returned home. Recalling the incredible turn of events that evening, I was almost giddy with pleasure and excitement.

I couldn't help but smile broadly as I imagined Linda slipping between her sheets to recline right on top of the semen stain I had so shamelessly placed there. Masturbating on her bed where she slept every night, with her perfumed scent on her pillow had been an almost indescribable sensation--an entirely new level of sensuality that I felt would likely be impossible to top.

Little did I realize how wrong I would be--and how quickly it would happen.

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The next day, I dressed for my two-mile run--a little pair of nylon shorts and a tank top--and left the house, pausing to do a few stretches in the driveway.

Linda was in her front yard and she smiled and waved a greeting. I responded with a wave and a smile, "Good morning," I called.

She approached a little nearer, "Could I possibly impose on you for a few minutes?" she asked, looking hopeful. "I have several boxes I need to take down from a high shelf in the garage, and I can't do it all that safely by myself."

"Sure," I said with a smile, always happy to find opportunities to be near her. She looked especially lovely that morning, dressed in a little summer mini-dress that was well above her knees--white, with little yellow and green flowers.

I followed her into her garage, noticing how one entire wall was completely shelved, from the floor to the rafters, and full of storage boxes.

"I need to take down several of the boxes from the top shelf," she said, looking up at them dubiously. A ladder had already been placed beside the wall of shelves.

"No problem," I said, moving toward the ladder. It looked like a pretty simple job.

To my surprise, Linda caught my arm. "I'd feel a lot better about your safety if I climbed the ladder and then handed the boxes down to you," she said.

I shrugged, "Sure, okay," I said, thinking it would probably go much quicker if I was the one on the ladder.

"Besides, I know which boxes I want to take down, and which to leave up there," she smiled, stepping toward the ladder. As she began to climb, the ladder wobbled. I could see that one of the rubber feet was missing making it less steady.

"Can you hold the ladder for me a little?" she asked as the ladder wobbled even more as she took another step.

I stood behind her, gripping the ladder and holding it steady as she climbed. To my complete and utter astonishment, I was treated to an astonishing view beneath her dress--and, the higher she climbed, the more intimately her legs were revealed to me below.

She grasped a box and bent over to lower it down to me. As she did so, her dress rose high enough in the back to reveal an astonishing amount of her bare buttocks cheeks. I gasped as I took the box from her, setting it down on the ground.

I looked back up to see she had stepped another rung higher and my view beneath her dress was now full and completely unobstructed. She wore a white thong panty that completely bared her buttocks cheeks and formed revealingly around her vulva.

It was all I could do to tear my eyes from beneath her dress to focus on the next box she was handing down to me. I felt my erection rising and I cringed. In my little nylon shorts, there was no possible way to hide or disguise my growing arousal.

I looked up as she reached for another box, my eyes laser-focused on the beautiful oval shape of her vulva, so revealingly outlined by the nylon crotch of her panties. And, as my erection was now fully tenting the front of my shorts, Linda turned and bent down to hand down another box.

"Here's the last one," she said with a broad smile. Quickly averting my eyes from beneath her dress, I reached up to grasp the box from her hands.

I could see the look of sudden comprehension on her face as I took the box from her. Her smile vanished instantly and her face turned crimson. "OH!" she gasped as she suddenly realized her innocent indiscretion--and how much of her I had been able to see.

I grasped the box and attempted to turn quickly away before she could see the now rather obscene bulge in the front of my shorts. But, as I turned, I saw her suddenly glance down and a tidal wave of mortification swept through me. I set the box down with the others and stood with my back to her as she stepped down from the wobbly ladder.

"Oh, honey," she said, "I'm SO, so sorry. I... I just didn't even think about how... with my dress... "

She placed her hands on my shoulders placatingly, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I said, desperately trying to will away my erection. "I'm sorry. I... um.... just can't turn around right now."

I heard her chuckle, and she squeezed my shoulders with her hands, "I, um... couldn't help but notice. And... considering the circumstances, you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. What happened was my fault entirely... and I'm really sorry I did this to you.

I tentatively looked over my shoulder, relieved and happy to see her smiling at me hopefully, "You don't have anything to be sorry for," I said, turning away so she couldn't see my smile, "This has totally been the best day of my life."

Linda laughed aloud and wrapped her arms around me, "So, you're saying I didn't just fry any of your little brain cells by allowing you to look up under my dress?" she said, her lips near my ear.