I met Sandy for the first time in a college biology class when I 9. She had beautiful tanned legs. I remember that I couldn’t control myself, and I ended up making a brief comment that I really liked her short dress and long legs as I left class that day, when she was standing just outside in the hallway. The next day, she wore another short dress, and took a seat directly behind me. I could look around at her, and even look up her dress when she sat just right. She just smiled and didn’t say anything. I glanced at her legs at various times throughout the class period. Sometime later in the week, we began talking again and I learned she lived no more than two miles from me. She then asked me if I would could drive her to class for a few days while her car was being repaired. I said sure, of course.
Each day when I picked her up at her parents home, she wore either short shorts or a short skirt. I loved seeing her tanned long legs in the shorts, but the skirts were out of this world. She would turn toward me in the car, and pull her left leg up into the seat while I drove. This gave me an excellent view of her crotch. She never seemed to mind my looking. After a few days of this, I got up enough courage to put my hand on her leg, and then slowly push the skirt up a little further. She didn’t mind at all. We got to know each other pretty well, and eventually she seemed comfortable putting her hand on my leg. She ultimately wound up running her hand all the way up to my crotch and stroking my penis through my pants.
We would often drive around like this after class: My hand up under skirt, and her hand rubbing my penis. After a few weeks, we went to a drive-in movie and I decided to find out if she would mind if I unzipped and let her stroke me to an orgasm. She did not hesitate. In fact, she encouraged me. As we were kissing, she gently began stroking me through my pants. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I reached down and unzipped my pants and asked her to stroke my penis. She said, “Sure”, and smiled. While she was doing this to my penis, I unbuttoned her shirt and unsnapped her bra, and began massaging her breasts. They felt wonderful, and so did her hand on my penis. I asked her is she cared if I climaxed, and that it would be messy. She said she didn’t mind at all, and she knew how to clean it up with tissues. So, I got the tissue box out of the back seat, and I went ahead and climaxed in her hand. After a brief rest, I fingered her to a climax, which she really seemed to enjoy.
We repeated this scenario many times over a four-year period, but the most fun I ever had was our long drives fondling each other, and ending in a wonderful handjob.
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