My willingness to talk dirty to Belinda had opened up a whole new aspect of her personality and made her a little more daring. She no longer spent most of the evening attempting to tug down the hemline of her short skirts, but allowed it to ride up and show off as much of her legs as her modesty allowed.
She was no longer embarrassed by the outfits her ex-husband had provided, in fact, she was proud that she had the shape to wear such sexy clothing, and more than one performed a pirouette as she approached my car showing off all sides of her outfit. Many times after such a showing we didn’t go to dinner at a restaurant, we did fast food instead before heading to one of a dozen places I knew where we could suck face without the risk of discovery, but our favorite place was the long driveway of her parent’s house.
Now talking was new to me and it was a little embarrassing, I never had to verbalize what I wanted my feelings and desires, plus I was running out of things to say. Belinda had not allowed me to make love to her and I didn’t push the issue as her kisses and hand jobs were more than enough to get me off.
It was a typical Friday night and we were parked in her parent’s driveway. As usual right in the middle of our kissing, she paused long enough to issue her standard request.
“Talk to me,” she requested in a breath whisper with her soft lips pressed against my ear.
“It was torture not being able to see you last weekend,” I admitted.
“I’m sorry about that, but it was a family outing that I could skip out on,” she responded. “How did you survive?”
“I spent a lot of time masturbating while thinking about you,” l lied.
I was rewarded by a jump in her body temp and her eyes becoming large and moist.
“Tell me about it,” she begged as she parked herself on my lap while kissing and licking my ears and the side of my neck.
“I’d strip down naked and lay on my bed. I imagined that you were next to me wearing your skin-tight leather miniskirt and knee-high boots and that you had just unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out. You then proceeded to stroke me as your tongue entered my mouth,” I replied.
Belinda’s nipples had become very visible as they pushed against her bra and the front of her blouse.
“What happened when it was time for you to cum?” she asked.
“I called your name and let loose in a Kleenex,” was my response.
Suddenly I could feel Belinda’s body shake and if I didn’t know better I swear that the story I was making up had caused her to have an orgasm. I received one more kiss and a promise that she would see me tomorrow before she exited my car forcing me to drive home with a raging erection.
The following night I picked her up as usual and we headed to dinner. Afterward, we retreated to the local industrial area and one of the now-abandoned factories there. The night watchman that guarded the gate would allow lovers to pull inside the old building for a ten-dollar bill. Once parked I turned in my seat and was about to slide over to her when she placed a hand on my chest to stop me.
“I have something for you to use on those nights when I can’t be with you,” she said simply as she opened her purse.
Belinda then extracted a pair of black silk and lace bikini panties from inside and handed them to me. Just the feeling of the buttery soft silk in my hands caused my cock to begin to tingle.
“The next time that you’re jacking off and thinking about me I want you to shoot off in these,” she stated.
Two weeks later I was alone on a Friday night as Belinda had to babysit her little brother due to her parents going out of town and her older brother was unavailable, she did ask that I call her after ten o’clock. I dug out the panties that Belinda had given me and once again the sight and feeling of her undies had me hard in no time.
I quickly stripped off my clothing and flopped on the bed and then an idea came to me and grabbed the phone and cradled it to my ear as I dialed her number.
“Hello,” her sweet voice said when the ringing stopped.
“Hello yourself,” I responded. “Can you talk?”
“Yes, my brother is asleep. So what’s up?” she asked.
“I’m naked on my bed and thinking about you,” I responded.
I could hear Belinda’s breathing change and when she spoke again her voice was much lower and sexier.
“Are you hard?” she asked.
“Very hard,” I responded.
“Do you have my panties? she asked.
“They are in my free hand.”
“Wrap them around your cock,” she requested.
I complied and the sensation was beyond my expectations.
“How do they feel?” she asked.
“They feel great,” I replied.
“Now jack that hard cock and imagine it’s my hand around your cock,” she requested
It was not much of a stretch for me and I began to slowly stroke myself with her panties wrapped around me.
“Does my hand feel good?” she asked in a breathy whisper.
“It feels great,” I replied.
A second later she told me to stop.
“What’s the problem?” I asked.
“No problem. I just wanted to take off my blouse,” she answered.
In my mind’s eye, I saw her slowly unbuttoning her blouse and removing it.
“Do you like my bra? It’s the same color as the panties,” she stated.
“It’s beautiful,” I replied.
“Now, I’m going to press my tits into your chest as you stroke yourself,” she added.
“Wait,” I interrupted.
“Wait?” she asked.
“Yes. I’m unfastening your bra,” I stated. “I want your bare tits against my chest.”
“Do you feel them?” I heard her ask.
“Yes, they are very warm and your nipples are hard,” I answered.
“You are the cause of all that,” she said in a voice that was almost a moan. “Now, jack that hard cock of yours while I rub my tits against you.”
Between the feel of her silk panties wrapped around me and her softly moaning into a phone, I was ready to come in record time.
“Belinda, I’m cumming,” I told her.
“Go ahead, baby. Don’t hold back,” she urged.
With a grunt, I lost my load into her panties.
With the exception of her breathing, there was silence while I enjoyed the after-effects of my orgasm.
“You still with me?” she asked after a while.
“That was fantastic,” was all I could say.
“Yes, it was,” she responded.
“It’s a shame that you couldn’t enjoy it,” I commented.
“Who said I didn’t enjoy it? Listening to you and visualizing what you were doing got me off as well.”
“Just listening?” I asked.
“Yes. I didn’t want my brother to catch me with my fingers buried in you-know-where as that would be too hard to explain,” she replied.
“So what’s next?” I asked.
“Unwrap my panties from your cock and go to sleep and I will see you tomorrow,” Belinda answered.
