Caught with my hand in her panties

Caught with my hand in her panties.

I was only just turned 14 and like all boys at that age, hornier than a two peckered billy goat at the county fair. I was tall for my age, spending a lot of time riding my bicycles or my skateboard all over town.

I lived in Florida and can’t recall hardly a summer day where I’d wear more than a pair of shorts. No shoes, no shirt, no underwear.. Just enough to keep me from getting arrested. All my buddies were pretty much dressed the same way. Long hair and dark tans completed the look. Typical Florida boys, heading for the beach whenever we could bum a ride, that kind of thing.

That all slowed down when I met Celeste my Freshman year of high school. We talked a lot during lunch, breaks, walking to and from classes, the usual schoolboy crush I guess. Then she asked me over to her house that Saturday. Her parents would be over in Orlando shopping all day so we pretty much had the run of her place.. which included a very nice pool.

I showed up at her place in my usual Summer attire of a pair of shorts, riding my bicycle at around 10:00. She was waiting at the front door wearing a sun dress and I could see her bikini underneath it when the sun was at her back.. Good thing my shorts were Levi’s or she would have seen what that outfit was doing to me right then and there. I think she kinda knew as she got a very sexy and shy smile on her face, inviting me in.

We spent the next hour or so splashing around in the pool, floating on inflatable rafts, more splashing, and with our elbows on the side and kicking our feet as we talked about things.

She climbed out of the pool and spread some large towels on the concrete and told me to come over and get some sun to dry off. She also asked me to apply oil to her back so she wouldn’t burn.

I sat indian style behind her, rubbing the oil everywhere I thought she would let me rub it, even slid my hand down the back of her bikin bottoms a couple of inches to make sure that area didn’t get burned.

I was rubbing my hands down her sides, letting my fingers linger near the side of her breasts a little too long when I felt her hands grab my fingers and pull them around to her front. She said “If you want to feel them, go ahead and feel them.” I was feeling them through her bikini top and she said “Not like that silly, under the top.” By that time I’m pretty sure she could feel my hardness bumping against her ass as I leaned forward.

When I slid my hands under each cup, she leaned back into me and placed her hands over mine to show me the motions she liked me to do. Holy cow, I was in pure heaven.

After a few minutes of this and my heavy breathing behind her, she took it up a notch and took my right hand and moved it down towards her bikini bottoms, lifting them away from her body allowing me room to slide my fingers inside them.

When I reached her clit, she jumped a bit but then started to moan as I gently rubbed my fingers over it, around it, gently pinching it, dipping th etip of my middle finger just past it and feeling the warmth and wetness coming from her pussy.

I also felt a wetness in my shorts from my cock oozing pre-cum out like it was on sale at the Jiffy Market for half off.

She reached behind me with her right hand and attempted to undo the button on my shorts and unzip my fly but, just didn’t have the skills for that yet so she rolled to her right side so as not to make me lose my place in her bikini bottoms. She ended up with her head laying on me left thigh and could see what she was doing now. She opened my shorts and out sprang the slickest Jack in The Box you ever laid eyes on.. It was already like a spring, just needed a smile painted on the front of it.

She giggled a little when she saw it spring out and grabbed ahold of it to hold it still. Her hand felt a little cool when she wrapped it around my cock but, quickly warmed up from the heat when she started sliding her hand up and down it aided by all my pre-cum.

I sure am glad she lived in a secluded neighborhood and there was an 8′ wal all the way around her back yard so we could do as we liked.

She reached down to her bikini bottoms and with the flick of her fingers, untied the knot on one side and let it fall open, allowing less resistance to my hand to get where it needed to go.