Thigh privileges

As the 2 walk towards Kyle’s van, the afternoon gust flutters John’s legs, wind spinning up towards his barely hidden pussy. Pulling his shirt down as to try to keep it hidden, the shirt now stretched, pulls against his braless boobs just as Kyle unlocks the van. With a quick swoop, John enters the passenger side as he climbs in, his pussy fully exposed for just a second before closing the door.

Kyle jumps into the driver seat as his eyes scan John loosening his makeshift skin suit and quickly down to the now exposed thighs, glowing from the sunlight shining through as the end of the shirt gets pulled up toward the upper part of the thighs, no fabric in sight as John’s pussy glisten from the new sunlight.

John, now seeing Kyle ogling his body, quickly shuts his legs. “You like what you see?” John says mockingly, although with a small smile.

“Babe… I mean, do you blame me?” Kyle smiles back, his pants now tight from the mountain fighting through his pants. He turns on his van, and places a hand on John thigh, giving it a quick rub as his land overlaps over both thighs.

A sweet shiver tingles John but he doesn’t resist this advancement. The quick rub quickly turns into a several squeezes as the van reverses down the drive way and after a bump, starts going down the road.