Keep imagining...

I had often fantasized about Linda, and thinking about her now was causing a reaction in my shorts. I let the fantasy work on me, and thought back to the time a few years before, when we had both been working in a carwash fundraiser at school. I was dressed in a T-shirt and cutoffs, but she was wearing a skimpy blue bikini with cutouts at the hips that showed enough flesh to get her arrested in some states. It certainly had the desired effect of causing many a motorist to stop by to get a car wash...and a complimetary ogle of Linda's young firm body.

During a slow period, Linda had laid down on a short brick wall nearby to soak up the sun. I could still see her now, stretched out on the wall, one knee bent, and her back arched. She lay with her eyes closed and her chin tilted back, to expose her throat to the sun. I couldn't take my eyes off her. At the time, I had done nothing, but in my imagination later, as now, I approached without speaking.

As I draw near, and my shadow crosses her belly, I see just the smallest hint of a smile, as if she can feel my presence. I kneel beside her and reach out one hand, which I softly lay against her thigh. Linda sighs, without opening her eyes. She knows it's me, but prefers to leave a small doubt in her mind that it might be some stranger touching her warm skin.

I draw my fingers down the smooth flesh of her thigh, and around to the soft back of her knee. Her leg bends slightly more at the gently pressure of my fingertips. I move my hand around to her inner thigh, and lightly run it up her leg. As my hand travels, her chest rises with a deep, deep breath, but I don't touch her cleft. Instead, I slip my palm over to her hip and up her ribs. This causes her back to arch even more, pressing her firm breasts tightly against the bikini top. My fingers continue to her arm and up, drawing her arm up over her head. As my fingers meet hers, I lower my head to her throat, and plant a soft kiss there. She moans.

I move my head down to her belly and kiss again, letting the tip of my nose trace a path across her stomach. I place another kiss just above the waist of her bikini.

While I imagined my tryst with Linda, my cock stiffened and strained against my shorts.