The Next Day

The next day we returned from our outing to Barcelona, and having just been told that we would be going to the beach tomorrow, we were all very excited. As I was waiting for Lilliana's mum to collect me, a young woman stepped out of one of the cars. She was incredibly beautiful, in a sexy and outrageously short skirt.
The skirt was slightly wavered at the hem, and continued up her whole body. My eyes wandered up her body and rested on her beaming face, as I realised that it was Lilliana, in her cheerleading kit. The logo of her team, as she had been telling me about on the first day, was in the middle of the belly, above which her breasts were straining the material, threatening to burst out as the perfectly round circles jiggled as she waved.
Realising I was beginning to look like a bit of an idiot standing there staring, I walked off towards the car. As I walked past Mark, my best friend he muttered "lucky bugger," and I could sense more or less every male, and even a few females' eyes on Lilliana, transfixed at her beauty. I even think I caught Mr Michaels having a sneaky peek, but he hurriedly turned away.
As I reached the car, she hopped off the edge of the seat and crawled into the low coupé car over the seat on her hands and knees, giving me a great view of her arse, her skirt riding up to just below her but. Judging by the way she was wiggling it and taking her time, I figured that was intentional. She gracefully swooped into her seat, her skirt fluttering up exposing her green and white striped pants slightly, which I couldn't help but find incredibly cute.
As her mum drove off she casually placed her bag on top of the central divide between us and her mum, meaning that the area below the seats was completely hidden, though the mirror would give away our top halves. She started to slowly slide her leg over to my side, not moving her body or changing her facial expression, clearly trying to do it without me noticing. I turned to her with my eyebrows raised as she had almost reached my leg. "Subtle." I whispered amusedly as she turned and grinned at me.
She shifted round so she was facing me as much as she could, at about a 45 degree angle leaning into the corner of her seat. Partially facing me, she opened her legs, sliding her right leg onto my lap, giving me an unobstructed view of her green and white polka dot panties, which she had clearly realised. Her left leg opened out even more as her right began to move in my lap, looking for something.
I softly lifted her leg and directed it to my growing cock, and she began to move her leg back and forth which was surprisingly erotic. She suddenly stopped and I glanced at her, disappointed, but she clearly had other things in mind. She sat up straight in her seat, sliding over as far as her seatbelt would allow, as I scooted over too. I put my hand on her thigh, pulling it towards me and opening her legs.
My hand slid up her thigh, taking the skirt with it until her skirt was scrunched around her waist and her legs were open, her panties clearly visible. I lowered my hand until it was resting over her pants, and then touched the hotness around the growing wetness on her knickers. She stifled a small gasp as my fingers came into contact with her pussy through her thin pants, and began to rub.
After a while her breathing was beginning to grow heavier and I caught her off guard by slipping my hand under her panties, rubbing her now uncovered pussy. However, just as I slid my middle finger into her vagina, we pulled into her cheerleading club and we abruptly returned to normal, straightening our clothes. However, just as her mother had reversed into a space, Lilliana scooted down the seat hiking her skirt up again showing off her pants, but quickly pulled them off exposing her wet pussy for just a second.
Climbing out the car, she straddled me and I pulled her down onto me so her pussy was pressed up against my hard dick, and kissed her. She smiled, and shoved the knickers into my hand as she stepped out. "I'd be uncomfortable, they're wet." She said with a seductive grin turning away. "Thanks to someone..." She shouted back in her sexy Spanish accent with a wink, disappearing into the clubhouse.

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The thought of her doing gymnastics with no knickers on sent me crazy as I hurried upstairs and, checking that Mrs Carlita was busy downstairs, slipped into Lilliana's bedroom. I walked over to her drawers, and opened them one by one. The first one was full of shirts and shorts, and the next one contained skirts, one of which I remembered her wearing on the first day.

The next drawer had what I wanted: amongst green, purple, pure white and striped blue panties I found the pink ones she has been wearing on that first evening, and took my jeans off. They smelled of her, and I gripped my hard penis with them as I began to wank, images of her legs spread, her boobs in the cheerleading outfit and her doing cheerleading without pants coming into my mind, and it wasn't long before I was cumming into her pants.