As she turned, she saw him move suddenly toward the side door of his house.
"Have you had enough of the sun?" Linda asked.
"Oh… I… uh… I'm just going to get… uh… a drink," he stammered and then she realized that he sounded so guilty because he was going into the house to masturbate, perhaps in the basement where he would be able to get a good view of her through the window.
"I'm in the mood for a drink myself," Linda told the boy. "Come on with me. I have ice cold lemonade in the fridge."
He seemed reluctant, yet he was too polite to refuse, so he followed Linda into her house. Barry went to the kitchen and took the glass of lemonade she offered, then she poured herself a drink and they went into the living room where the sun drapes had been drawn and the room was pleasantly cool.
Linda waited until he sat, then she sat opposite and slowly crossed her legs, making sure that he had plenty of tanned thighs to look at. She tried to engage him in casual conversation, but he was nervous and she knew why.
"What the hell, Barry," she said and winked as she drew the hem of her dress a little higher. "Go ahead and look at my legs. They're really quite beautiful, aren't they?"
He tried to reply but managed little more than a blush.
"I understand that boys are shy, Barry," she said, her tone warm. "I think it's silly though to say that a boy shouldn't try to look at a woman's thighs if she shows them. Come to think of it, now that I don't have a man around to give me the kind of sex I'd like, it feels good to have a young man looking at me like that."
Barry looked as though he couldn't quite believe his ears, but Linda was gently persistent and it wasn't long before the boy was staring intently as she raised the hem of her dress a little higher and showed him where the tan on her left thigh ended and the white of her hip began.
"I'm really enjoying being with you like this, Barry," she told him. "I'm feeling very naughty. Imagine if anyone saw us like this. It's been a long time since I've let a man see this much of me. Do you really think my legs and thighs are pretty?"
"Oh yes," he responded quickly.
"Did any woman ever show you this much thigh before?"
"N… no," he answered and gulped, rubbing the palms of his hands on his jeans.
"I could show you a little more, if you really wanted me to," she went on with a dazzling smile. "I'm in such a naughty mood today. I'd even like to let you have a little peek at the way my black nylon panties hug my white bum. Would you like to see that?"
"Oh yes," he gasped.
Linda winked, then turned her body slightly over on the couch. She reached behind and slowly pulled the hem of her dress up and heard another gasp from the boy as she showed him a buttock that was only partially covered by the black panties.
"I think I have a nice bum too," she told him. "My bum cheeks are smooth and firm and white. Doesn't this cheek contrast nicely with my little black panties?" she asked as she patted, then rubbed the hand over panties and bare portion of cheek.
"Oh Linda," the words broke from his throat in a strangled sob.
"Come on over, dear. I like you and I'm having fun. You may have a little feel if you want to. Would you like to feel how my panties cling to my nice smooth bum?"
Barry made a little croaking sound, tried to get up and failed, then he tried again and got to his feet, unsteadily, as though his knees were very weak.
"Do… do you really mean it?" he asked, his voice breaking.
"Sure I do, dear. My bum feels nice, but it's no fun feeling it myself. I'd like to have somebody else do it for me."
Barry almost fell as he hurried to the woman, then he was on his knees beside the couch, his right hand trembling as he reached for her partially exposed behind. His hand touched her panties, squeezed a deliciously firm buttocks and when she sighed, he groaned loudly. The hand held there, then it moved to the apex of the cheek, squeezed again, the rubbed down to the bottom slope where there was no nylon between the hand and the satiny smooth skin.
"Ooh, Barry, that feels so nice," Linda told him, then turned over a little further so that he could see both lush cheeks.
As she did, her right hand hurried to the front of her dress and quickly opened three buttons. She allowed him to play with her behind for a couple of minutes, then she sat up, smiling, the front of her dress open to show how twin, white breasts fitted into the semi-cups of the black bra.
"You're making me so excited, so naughty, dear," she told the boy. "Do you see anything else you'd like to touch?" she added and drew her dress a little more open. "Aren't my tits nice and smooth and white? Don't they make you want to reach inside me and dress and feel them?"
Again, all the boy could manage by way of reply was a dry croak, but his hands moved into her dress and then one was trembling on the upper slope of each breast, the tips of his fingers moving into the smooth valley between.
"Mmm, what lovely, gentle hands you have, Barry," Linda told the boy as the sound of his labored breathing seemed to fill the room. "My husband was always so rough when he took my tits. He used to grab at them and hurt me. You handle my tits like they were precious jewels. Have you ever felt a woman's tits before?"
"N… no. Oh Linda… oh… oh… uh," the boy panted as he worked his hands into the cups of the bra to feel more of the beautiful breasts.
"Oh, Barry," Linda whispered as she put her arms around him. "What are we going to do? I know I shouldn't be doing this with you. I mean we're not married or anything. I'm so hungry for sex, dear. I'm feeling so excited that I don't want to stop."
"N… neither do I. Do we have to stop?" Barry asked with tears in his eyes and in his voice.
"I don't know what to do, dear. Your hands feel so good on my tits and on my bum. It makes me want to feel them in other places, like between my legs. I feel so hot and excited right in my crotch. Do you have a hard-on, Barry?"
"Yes. Oh please, Linda, don't make me stop."
"I should, Barry. I should make us both stop, but I'm so weak," she told the boy as she took him by the left wrist, took the hand out of her bra and guided it into her crotch.
"Oh, Linda. I can feel it. I can feel it right through your panties."
"So can I, Barry. I can feel you rubbing my cunt and it feels so nice. Oh Barry dear, I can't fight any longer. I'm going to give in. Shall we go to my bedroom and take all our clothes off?"
As the boy almost shouted his eager agreement, they rose to their feet and as they began walking toward her bedroom, Linda pulled her dress over her head as the boy stared hotly at her lovely body, and the little triangle of black nylon and the narrow strip of her bra covering the flawless white skin.
And then the bra was gone as she reached the bedroom door. Looking beyond the woman, he saw her breasts reflected in her mirror, then he saw her hands go to them to play with them as he hungered to do.
Pulling on his head, Linda parted her thighs and then he was kissing what he hadn't yet seen, sucking the soft lips into his mouth as she urged him on.
"Oh Christ yes, Barry… Where did you learn that… Suck my cunt, darling… Suck my cunt and then we'll get on the bed and fuck. Think of it, darling, you're going to fuck me. You are going to lie down between my pretty legs and bury your cock in my cunt. Suck, darling, suck. Ooohhh that feels so nice. Do it some more. Use your tongue, Barry. Try to get your tongue inside my cunt so you can lick up my honey. Oh… uh… uh… oh yes, Barry. Oh Christ… you're licking my cunt just like that and I'll have such a lovely big come and then we'll fuck. Oh darling, you're so good."
It was quite by accident that the boy's tongue had found a hard, sensitive little clitoral bud and the way he licked it assured Linda that she would climax quickly and strongly and then as he kept licking, his hands playing with lovely firm buttocks, promise became reality and she held his face hotly against her crotch as her body jerked in beautiful orgasm.