Linda's Lovely Legs Ch. 06

Chapter - 06 - Telephone Confessions

I spent the rest of that day helping Mom in the kitchen. She was preparing a new recipe for beef and barley soup in her slow-cooker. I cut and browned the chunks of beef while she chopped onions, carrots, and celery. I also measured the required amounts of beef broth, water, crushed tomatoes, and spices.

I have to admit, it was a fun morning, Mom and I joked around and laughed a lot. I came to realize how much I enjoyed her company and made a mental note to look for other opportunities to help her out in the kitchen and spend more quality time with her.

Dinner was a resounding success, the entire family raved about the soup--which was served with garlic bread. Mom and I shared a private personal moment across the table from one another--a tacit smile of acknowledgment for our combined culinary efforts that morning in the kitchen.

After dinner, the entire family settled in to watch television in the living room that evening. At the whiney insistence of my younger sisters, we watched the "Wicked" movie for the fourth time. I actually didn't mind all that much, the production was very well done, and I liked the music.

Once the girls were finally put to bed, Mom, Dad, and I busied ourselves with our nightly foray into Netflix, to continue watching "Outlander", a program we all enjoyed.

As it grew later, I kept looking at my watch to check the time. I became increasingly anxious about making sure I would be able to be available for Linda's phone call--if indeed, she would still want to, and be able to call.

At nine o'clock, I made a point of yawning as if tired and excused myself, retiring for the night to my second-floor sanctuary. Wanting to feel clean and fresh for my possible telephone "date" with Linda, I quickly showered and even washed my hair.

Thinking of Linda's lovely legs while soaping myself in the shower, I couldn't keep myself from getting a rather urgent erection. Hoping there might be an opportunity to relieve the growing ache in my balls later--while I was on the telephone with Linda--I staved off my urge to masturbate. I had never done anything even remotely like phone sex before, but I was most certainly open to the possibility--even hoping it would happen.

With that in mind, I set a romantic mood in my bedroom--leaving only a small ambient light in the corner of the room for a more intimate atmosphere. I dressed for bed in what had lately become my preferred bedtime wear--the sensually comfortable nylon panties I had stolen from Deanna Roth. I enjoyed wearing them to bed so much, I was increasingly concerned about possibly wearing them out. I made another mental note to let Deanna know I was still available to babysit if she ever needed me.

I checked on Linda's panties as well, bringing them with me as I settled onto my bed. Even though I took special precautions to keep them secreted inside an airtight plastic sandwich baggie, I could only detect a very faint scent, and sadly, wished I had been able to purloin a newer pair with a fresher scent before she did her final load of washing and packed up her clothing.

I read from my Kindle while I waited--a decent psychological thriller by Freida McFadden about a housemaid. I became so engrossed in the suspenseful story that, when my phone buzzed beside me on the bed, the sound startled me and I jumped--it was 10:05.

"Hey," said Linda when I answered, her voice soft and sensual, "Is this a good time to call?"

"It's a perfect time," I responded, smiling broadly as I tossed my Kindle aside. When I asked how the rest of her day had gone, she related how she had met the truck at her storage unit and the unloading had gone every bit as quickly and efficiently as the loading.

"Ricky and I are finally settled here at my mom's place," she said. "She seems happy to have us here. I think she's been kind of lonely living by herself since Dad passed away. Everyone's asleep here now, and I'm dressed for bed as well, all curled up nice and comfy in my bed."

"Nice and comfy in your bed?" I mused thoughtfully with a smile, "I'm trying to visualize you dressed 'nice and comfy' for bed and wondering if you prefer lingerie or pajamas?" I continued to smile, remembering how well-stocked her closet and lingerie drawers had been with slinky nighttime lingerie--mostly knee-length nighties or the shorter babydoll variety.

Linda laughed softly, "Well, I suppose it depends on who I'm with, and where I am," she said. "At home, I'm a nightie kind of girl... I'm afraid I'm a bit of a lingerie junkie--I have quite a few nighties, in a variety of different colors and styles. But, here in my mom's house--I tend to dress a little more conservatively. Like tonight, I'm wearing a T-shirt and panties to bed. Oh... and never pajamas."

I laughed, "Damn... I was kind of hoping you might be wearing some sort of skimpy lingerie to really fire my imagination and get me all excited."

"Does that mean you'd like to see me in skimpy lingerie?" she responded with a little chuckle.

"Oh, absolutely," I said, "I think you'd look SO sexy."

"Well... " she chuckled again, "I contend I still look pretty sexy in my T-shirt and panties."

"Oh... and you can trust me on this," I said with a broad grin, "You could wear a floor-length burlap flour sack, without makeup and your hair up in curlers--and STILL be the sexiest woman I've ever seen."

Linda laughed aloud, "Ooh... bless your heart for thinking of me that way. You have always said the nicest things to me," she replied.

As she spoke, I could tell from her voice that she was pleased by my compliment and smiling broadly.

"With those lovely compliments, I'd almost begin to think you might be trying to sweet-talk me out of my panties."

"Ooh, you without panties... I REALLY like the sound of that," I beamed. "Tell me about the panties you're wearing. What are they like?"

"Well," she began, "Let's see... there's not a lot to say about them. They're a little on the plain side, just black nylon bikinis."

I smiled, knowing exactly the kind of panties she was describing. I was holding the same style and color in my hand.

"Speaking of which," she continued, "You've never mentioned what it is that you wear to bed. I assume you're dressed for bed right now?"

For a moment I thought I would lie to her about what I was wearing. I still felt a pang of anxiety about anyone knowing about what I liked to think of as my 'little panty fetish'. I've never had someone I could confide in with such intimacies about myself--but then, this was Linda. If there was anyone in the world I should be able to confide in, it would be her.

"Yes, I am dressed for bed," I responded, my heart beginning to race. "But I'm a little embarrassed about telling you what I like to wear to bed. You're liable to think I've gone way beyond a little bit of kinkiness."

Linda laughed, "If you tell me you're wearing some kind of cute little SpongeBob jammies with feet in them, I'll probably think you're completely demented."

I laughed as well, "God, no, nothing THAT perverse."

"Although," she mused, "I think you'd probably look awfully cute wearing little-boy jammies with feet in them."

I couldn't help but laugh aloud, "Yeah? Well don't hold your breath," I said. "I can't even imagine anything more embarrassing."

"So... quit stalling," she said. "Tell me what you wear to bed, the curiosity is killing me."

I sighed and took a deep breath, "Okay... but don't say I didn't warn you. My favorite thing to sleep in--and what I'm wearing right now--is a pair of Deanna Roth's nylon panties."

I heard Linda take a sharp intake of breath and knew my words had taken her completely by surprise. I cringed--hoping I had not just crossed the line of indecency with her.

"Are you serious?" she asked after a pause, her voice hushed. "Deanna Roth's panties?"

I shrugged away my anxiety as best I could--my cheeks burning hotly--thankful that we were on the phone and not face to face.

"How?... I mean, how on earth did you ever..." she began to ask.

Intuiting her question before she could finish it, I interrupted her. "I stole them from her clothes hamper one night while I was babysitting for her--And I've been wearing them to bed every night since."

After another poignant silence, I heard her chuckle. "Knowing Deanna, as I do, I would imagine they're more than a little on the roomy side," she said, referring to Deanna's broad hips and buttocks.

My shoulders slumped in relief to hear the humor in her voice. "They are that," I said, smiling broadly, "But, that's also what makes them so comfortable to wear to bed--the lack of any restriction. And I also really like the feeling of soft nylon against my skin--it's even kind of a turn-on."

"A turn-on... Do you ever masturbate while wearing them?" she asked.

"All the time," I responded with a little laugh.

Linda snickered softly, "Do you fantasize about Deanna while you're doing it?"

Her question surprised me, and I had to take a second to think about it. Certainly, I HAD occasionally fantasized about Deanna while masturbating in her panties--After my first sexual experience with Bella, I developed a special fondness for big beautiful women. And, while Deanna's figure was considerably more diminutive than Bella's, fantasizing about her more than generous proportions had brought me to orgasm on several occasions.

"I have, yes... occasionally, but not often," I answered honestly. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I think she an attractive woman... and even kind of sexy too. But mostly it's the feeling of the nylon that excites me the most--And, just so you know... most of the time I think about you when I'm masturbating."

"Ooh, good answer," she responded with a laugh. "I still think about how you used to masturbate while watching me in my garden through that hole in your curtain."

"That was always kind of a special occasion for me," I responded, "Doing it while I was actually looking at you was SO much more pleasurable than just using my imagination."

"God, if only I would have known," she mused, her voice soft and low.

"Would you really have tried to tease me more if you had known?" I asked. "You once mentioned how maybe you would have worn little dresses while gardening--and not worn any panties."

Linda laughed softly, "I know that probably sounds a little outrageous to you," she said, "but if I had known you were watching me and masturbating, I would most certainly have teased you that way. Because, it wouldn't have just been teasing you--I would have also been teasing myself too. I don't think I would have ever masturbated... but I sure would have thought seriously about it."

"Oh, wow," I gasped breathlessly, my erection straining urgently. "That would have probably killed me to see you masturbating in your garden."

Linda laughed as well, "And, while we're on the subject of masturbation, it occurs to me how fantasizing about me while you're wearing Deanna's panties seems like quite a conflict of self-interest. If you like, I'd be more than happy to give you a pair of my panties."

I laughed and shook my head. Having taken her this far, I figured I might as well lay it all out for her. "Actually, Linda... In all honesty, I already have a pair of your panties."

Linda hitched her breath in surprise.

I smiled and continued, "Just like I did with Deanna, I took a pair of your panties from your laundry hamper the first night I babysat at your place. They're black bikinis like the ones you're wearing tonight."

If she was shocked, or displeased in any way, it certainly didn't reflect in her tone of voice when she responded, "So, tell me. Do you ever masturbate while you're wearing my panties too?" she asked.

"I certainly could... but I haven't," I responded, "I have a special fondness and appreciation for yours because of... well because I love how the... scent from between your legs is on them."

"Oh, my God," she gasped breathlessly.

"The same incredibly sensual scent I noticed last night when my head was between your legs," I added.

"You like the smell of my pussy?" she asked, her voice low and breathy.

"No," I said, grinning broadly, "I LOVE the smell of your pussy--and the taste."

"God," she gasped, "I'm so hot for you right now--If you were here, I would be SO fucking your brains out."

Loving how she was becoming aroused, I continued, "I love your scent, Linda," I continued, unable to wipe the smile from my face, "and not just from between your legs. You always smell so wonderful. Every time you ever hugged me, the smell of your perfume--and the wonderful scent of the shampoo in your hair always excited me. Sometimes I would have to bite my lip to keep from getting an erection in front of you."

"I never suspected--an innocent little hug could mean so much to you," she said.

"I probably shouldn't tell you this... " I began--recalling the night I had masturbated on her bed.

"Oh, God, please," she interrupted with a breathy gasp, "I want to hear everything... you have to tell me everything."

Hearing the arousal in her voice, I couldn't help but smile. "Remember the night I babysat--the night you called to tell me you would be late coming home?"

"I remember, yes," she said softly.

"That night, I took a pair of your panties from the hamper in your bathroom... and laid them on your bed. I took off my clothes and lay on the bed with my face pressed into your pillow. God, Linda... I breathed in your perfumed scent from the pillow as I came all over the panties underneath me."

"Oh, God, honey," she gasped, her breathing very rapid, "Did you think about fucking me in my bed when you did it?"

I smiled, loving the sound of her growing arousal, "I imagined fucking you while Richard was asleep right beside us," I said, wanting to excite her more.

"Oh, God..." she gasped, her voice strained and heavy with lust. "You're gonna make me cum, honey... you're gonna--make--me--CUM!"

"Cum for me, Linda," I pleaded as I yanked down Deanna's panties and wrapped Linda's black bikini panties around my aching erection.

I listened intently as she came with a series of soft high-pitched cries. Unable to hold myself back even one second longer, I stroked my cock rapidly to bring on my orgasm--almost completely saturating Linda's panties as I released--again, and again, and again.

After a momentary silence, I heard her laugh softly, "I love the little sounds you make when you're cumming," she said, still breathing heavily. "Did you just cum in Deanna's panties?"

"No," I said with a laugh, "I came in your panties, Linda. I wrapped them around my cock and let myself go."

"Oh, God," she gasped, sounding incredulous, "You came in my panties? Are they wet with your cum?"

"They're almost completely saturated," I said with a smile as I held them up to see how my semen had inundated them.

"Oh, God," she gasped, her voice low and breathy, "If I had them with me right now, I would SO put them on... and masturbate again... over and over."

I smiled, trying to imagine how Linda would look wearing them while masturbating.

"Over and over? Wow, I would so love to see that," I said. The thought of her wearing these cum-drenched panties had my imagination working overtime.

"Mmm... It excites me to imagine you watching me while I masturbate," she murmured.

Do you masturbate often?" I asked.

"Probably a lot more than I should," she responded with a laugh, "Especially now that I'm single again. But, even when I was married, I would usually masturbate a few times a week. "

"Really?" I said, "That surprises me, I guess I just assumed married couples wouldn't ever HAVE to masturbate."

"I suppose there's some truth to that," she said. "When Richard and I were first married... we went at each other like rabbits... two or three times a day. Then, as time wore on, it would be only once a day--then every other day. Later it became maybe twice a week--eventually once a week--and so on. I told you already how Richard used to use sex as a form of punishment. The last few months of our marriage Richard and I only had hallway sex."

"What the hell is hallway sex?" I asked, confused by the term.

"It's whenever Richard and I passed by one another in the hallway, we'd look at each other and say... "Fuck You!"

I laughed so hard I thought my sides would implode. Linda laughed as well, although I'm sure her laughter was more because of my reaction.

After a moment, I returned to the previous subject. "Were you really serious about wanting to wear the panties I just came in?" I asked. "Because, if you are, I can save them for you in a little plastic baggie to keep them wet. I could even mail them to you if you wish."

As I spoke, I carefully placed the cum-soaked panties into the baggie I kept them in.

"Oh--my--fucking--God!" she gasped, "Yes, yes... YES!"

"Would you consider trading the panties I have... for the ones you're wearing right now... because I would love to have them."

Linda laughed softly, "Are you sure you want THESE panties?" she asked teasingly, "I seem to have made them wet and messy."

I shivered delightedly at the thought of the intimate scent that must surely suffuse those panties. "God, Linda," I murmured, "With all my heart, I want them."

"Then let's do it," she said, "Let's make a trade. I'll put these into a baggie too."

I smiled, "We can mail them first thing tomorrow morning," I suggested with a smile.

"Mail?" she said with a little laugh, "To hell with the freaking snail mail. I want those panties now--tonight. I'm driving over there right now to get them. I can be there in about 20 minutes."

"Oh," I stammered in complete surprise, "Sure... yeah... of course. Where can we meet?"

"On the corner of my old house," she said. "In the front yard... it's always dark there. Are you able to get out of your house tonight to meet me there?"

I smiled, "Sure I can," I responded, "Are you sure you want to do this tonight?"

"Absolutely," she said, "I'm leaving right this minute--I'll be there in a little while... twenty minutes tops. See you then."

With that, she disconnected. My heart was pounding with anticipation. I had never expected to see her again so soon and my heart soared. I quickly removed Deanna's panties, stepped into my nylon jogging shorts, and pulled on a T-shirt.

I descended the stairs silently--all was dark and quiet in the house. I slipped out the back door of our garage and made my way to the front of the house that faced the Alana house.

The entire neighborhood was serenely quiet. Listening intently, the only sound I could hear was the occasional soft sound of traffic from the interstate highway several miles away.

No lights shone from any of the neighborhood windows and no vehicles moved anywhere near that I could discern. It was a warm night, and I was completely comfortable in only my shorts and top. Barefoot, I moved quietly toward the corner, crossing the driveway and onto the front lawn of the Alana house.

The closer I got to the corner, the deeper the shadows became. The nearest streetlight was over a block away and the corner of Linda's front lawn was a completely darkened shadow.

Tucking the baggie under the waistband of my shorts--keeping them warm for her I thought with a smile--I sat down, settling onto the lawn to wait.

Several minutes later, I heard the sound of a vehicle. Still several blocks away, it seemed to be approaching closer with each passing second. It must be Linda, I thought, but I still moved deeper into the shadows just in case.

A car turned the corner a block away, pulling to the curb and dousing its lights. I smiled moments later when the driver's door opened and the interior light illuminated Linda as she exited the vehicle and closed the door almost soundlessly. It looked as if she too wore only shorts and a top--and was also barefoot.

I watched as she walked toward me, her head turning left and right cautiously. As she crossed the street to her old property, I stepped from the shadows so she could see me.

She ran toward me then, as I moved toward her. We came together not unlike all those cinematic romantic moments where lovers rushed into each other's arms. We embraced and kissed passionately for several long moments.

"Hi," she said, smiling broadly once our lips parted.

I pulled her deeper into the shadows and we sat down on the lawn.

"This is for you," she said, pulling a plastic baggie from beneath her shorts, "I've been keeping it warm for you."

"Great minds," I smiled as I pulled the baggie from beneath my shorts.

"It's really a mess inside," she said, "I hope you won't be too disappointed."

"Impossible," I said as I took the baggie from her, gently squeezing it to feel the slippery wetness inside--my erection was immediate.

"Oh, my God, honey," she gasped, "There's so much cum." Like me, she was squeezing the contents of the baggie and moaning with pleasure.

"Even THINKING about wearing these... has made me wet all over again," she continued.

"Show me," I said, holding my hand out to her.

She took my hand and guided it between her legs as she pulled the crotch of her shorts aside. She gasped as my fingers closed over her puffy labia to discover her lips were extremely wet.

Her hand found the bulge in my shorts and she caressed me gently. We looked meaningfully into each other's eyes as our hands continued caressing.

Almost before either of us had a moment to contemplate the danger, or realize the gravity of what we were doing, she pushed down my shorts to free my erection just as I pulled down her shorts--reclining onto the lawn as we kissed passionately.

She felt wonderful and my hands moved over her body lovingly. I grasped her buttocks and pulled her to me, pressing my erection into her. She moaned softly into my mouth as her hands gripped my buttocks and we began to grind our hips together.

Before I knew it, I was on top of her and between her legs. She grasped my erection and guided me, and I penetrated her forcefully to the fullest extent of my erection. She gasped audibly, her voice still soft and low.

"Fuck me," she whispered urgently as I began to thrust vigorously.

All was silent around us, the only sounds at all were the wet sound my cock made as it plunged into and out of her slippery wet vagina, and the soft slap of my hips against the cheeks of her buttocks.

Linda came almost silently, with only a high keening sound from deep in her throat. I came moments later, moaning into her mouth as I released into her.

We lay together, her arms and legs wrapped around me tenderly as we came to our senses and our breathing slowed to normal.

Linda giggled softly, "I can't believe we just had sex on my front lawn--and in front of the entire neighborhood too," she whispered, shaking her head in astonishment.

"Well," I responded with a smile, "If it's any consolation, I'm pretty sure they were all asleep."

We laughed together as I rolled from between her legs and we both quickly pulled up our shorts. Once dressed, we sat up and embraced once more.

"I better be going, I've been gone too long already," she said with a little pout of her lips as she stood.

I took her hand and together we walked to her car. "Thank you for tonight," she whispered, kissing me warmly one last time. "And especially for this," she added, holding up the baggie with her cum-soaked panties inside.

As we stood and embraced once more, a car seemingly came out of nowhere and turned the corner onto my street. As the vehicle turned, its headlights brightly illuminated the darkest area of Linda's lawn where we had lain only minutes before.

Linda and I both gasped and looked at each other with wide-eyed astonishment, hardly able to believe our blind luck--it had been that close.

"You know," I said, "until this very moment, I had been thinking how we might be able to meet like this again. But, I can see now how that might not be such a great idea."

"True that," she said with a little giggle.

I kissed her once more before she stepped into her car and started the engine.

As she drove away, I smiled and watched her car until it disappeared around the corner. While I didn't know it then, it was to be the last time we were ever together intimately.

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Back safely in my bedroom, I undressed and slipped into Deanna's panties once more. I reclined on the bed and opened Linda's plastic baggie. Her panties were exquisitely slick and wet, the crotch was quite literally inundated with her vaginal secretions--her scent was heavenly intoxicating and I blissfully masturbated into Deanna's panties before drifting off to sleep.

On the telephone together the following night, I listened as Linda slipped into the cum-soaked panties I had given her. She had held off wearing them for the first time until she could share the experience with me on the phone. She came almost immediately--and explosively--reaching orgasm three times in succession while I breathed in the scent from her panties and erupted into Deanna's panties.

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A month later, the news reached us that her mother had passed away. She had been battling stage four melanoma for years and finally succumbed to the disease one night in her sleep.

Mom and I attended her funeral service in support of Linda, Rosie, and Ricky. Her three sisters, all from Oregon, also attended the service and convinced Linda to move home to Oregon where they could all be together again.

It was heartbreaking to see her go, Mom and I wished her well and embraced her affectionately. It was the last time I saw her. We spoke on the telephone briefly, on our birthdays and at Christmas--it was never again sexual, but always with great affection.

She mentioned a new man in her life and seemed happy. "He's nothing like Richard," she said and I could hear the smile in her voice as she spoke of him. "He cares for me and loves Ricky too."

She occasionally asked about Toni, and if I had ever screwed up the courage to tell her my feelings. I lied and told her no, allowing her to admonish me playfully for being so cowardly.

In truth, I DID make my feelings known to Toni. It happened one afternoon after I happened upon her while doing my morning run. We sat for a time on a park bench and I opened up to her--just the way Linda had shown and encouraged me to do.

But, as I leaned in to kiss her, Toni pulled away and turned her head. "It's really sweet of you," she said. "If only you were taller."

Taller? I almost laughed to think she could be so emotionally shallow. How could I have missed that all these years? I thanked her for her honesty and moved on with my life. (Years later, I learned how her 'taller' husband had beaten her and gone to prison for aggravated assault--Taller, indeed.)

I babysat Deanna's children on two other occasions, adding two more pairs of her panties to my collection of sleepwear in the process.

Linda's panties remained wonderfully scented for many months and I never tired of employing them for my physical pleasure as I visualized the look and feel of her gorgeous legs--while ejaculating into Deanna's panties.

(This concluded the story of Linda and her Lovely Legs)

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Author's note

Thank you for taking the time to read my story, I hope you enjoyed the story of Linda and her lovely legs. I still think of the real Linda fondly even after so many years. I value your comments, feedback, and suggestions tremendously, please feel free to add yours in the comments section, or via email. If you'd like to stay connected and follow along with my newest updates, be sure to follow me here in Literotica. Thank you all for your kind words of encouragement.

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