FUN WITH LESLEY

BY CHRISSY

We all want to relive our past. I have the ability to do that
through the means of time travel. It's too complicated to
explain. But the end result is definitely worth sharing !

I physched myself up and went back to my schooldays when I was 14
some 50 years ago with the body of a youth a the mind of a dirty
old man. Some background needs to be added. In truth when I was
in the fourth form there was a girl who sat in front of me called
Lesley. She was not the prettiest girl in the class. She was in
fact quite dumpy wore glasses and had a mass of backcombed blonde
hair. Her ill fitting school uniform did nothing for her figure
but underneath that I was soon to discover that she had a
voluptuous body which combined with a very healthy sexual
appetite made her very attractive. She also had a very lively
personality.

The point I have gone back to was the day I asked her to go for a
walk with me. It was unspoken - but we both knew that we wanted
to have some fun ! As agreed one Saturday after lunch I met
Lesley at the crossroads above the New Estate where she lived.
She was already sat waitnig for me on the wooden seat when I
arrived. So we set off to walk and within five minutes were
ambling along the narrow country lane to the next village on what
was a balmy summers day. I asked her if she was in a good mood a
very good mood or a very very good mood ? She replied that she
was in a very very good mood which I thought was a good start.
Was she feeling daring very daring or very very daring I then
asked ? Very very daring was the provocative reply. So far So
good I thought. Does this mean you are willing to do almost
anything, anything or absolutely anything I probed ? Oh
absolutely anything she quickly replied. Oh good I thought - now
for some fun.

Lesley was wearing a light blue floral thin cotton print dress
that buttoned all the way up the front with a thin matching belt
round the waist. It was short sleeved losse fitting and was about
knee length. she was also wearing short white ankle socks and her
black school shoes. So I naturally asked her what she was wearing
under her dress and she quite un-selfconsciously replied just her
bra and knickers ! Excellent I thought. What colour knickers I
enquired to be told white ! Which led beautifully into a long
discussion about whether she always wore white knickers (she did)
where her Mum bought her knickers (the local store) what material
were the knickers she had on made of (cotton) whether she had any
knickers for best (yes she had a lacy pair and a pair of white
nylon knickers with a little flower on). By this point we were
well into the country and adjacent to a field gateway. It seemed
quite natural then to ask her to slip her knickers off for me and
again without any fuss Lesley simply stood in the gateway facing
me and using both hands reached underneath her dress at waist
level and took them off. I watched mesmerised as she slipped them
down until she could step out of them one leg at a time. I calmly
reached out and took them from her - making a show of shaking
them out to untangle them before we carried on walking. Lesley
now knickerless and me losely carrying them in my right hand.

I asked her if she felt very very sexy without any knickers on
and what she felt about me walking beside holding her knickers in
my right hand. She said she felt very naughty. I patted and
squeezed her bottom lightly through the thin fabric of her dress
which she seemed to like and posed the question as to whether she
could take her bra off without taking her dress off. Clearly I
knew nothing as the quick response was that of course she could
but it would be easier if I could unfasten her bra for her. I did
not need asking twice and in the next field gateway I felt for
and successfully undid her bra through the fabric of her dress
and then watched transfixed as first one bra strap was slipped
down an arm and off then the other allowing her to pull the
undone garment out from the front of her dress. Which left Lesley
minus her bra and her knickers walking down the lane hand in hand
with me carrying her them loosely in my right hand. A car went
past at one point but we just carried on walking for I doubt if
the driver even realised what I had in my right hand.

My next target was to persuade her to undo some of the buttons
that fastened the front of her dress. I elicited the fact that
there were in fact ten buttons in total and Lesley quite
willingly undid the topmost and bottom buttons which revealed
nothing in fact. After a few more minutes stroll I then persuaded
her to undo the next topmost and bottom buttons. This revealed a
tempting vee of flesh and more as her breasts swung freely and
with every step a goodly expanse of bare thigh was now revealed.
As a car came towards us I just told her to act naturally which
she did and the driver seemed oblivious to what was potentially
on display. For good measure I squeezed her bottom comfortingly.
The middle two buttons either side of her waist belt were the
next to be undone which revealed nothing but left only four more
to go. I could see the isolated pathway about 100 yards away that
we were heading for and told Lesley that by then if she was in as
daring a mood as she said she the front of her dress would be
completely undone. She didn't reply and I sensed her becoming
excited With fifty yards to go I made Lesley unfasten the two
remaining buttons below her waist and as she walked along the
dress held only by the waistbelt revealed each leg in turn every
step she took and more as the vee of blonde hairs above her
crutch came tantalisingly into view. With twenty five yards to go
I made her undo the remaining buttons above the waist and now
with every step I had more than a glimpse of each breast as they
swung freely as she walked. I was almost coming in my pants with
excitement at how daring she was and Lesley seemed to be enjoying
every moment.

The overgrown path was reached without another car coming but the
excitement was obvious as we got closer. As we entered the path I
got Lesley to unfasten and slip off the belt to the dress which
left it completely undone now at the front - which brought a huge
smile to both our faces. Lesley confirmed that she was now
feeling very very sexy so I told her that it was highly unlikely
we would meet anyone along this path for it led nowhere useful. I
then asked her how daring she was feeling. She replied very very
daring so I asked what her reaction would be if I told her that
in about fifty yards, just round the corner in fact, when we
would be completely hidden from view, I was going to get her to
take off her dress so that she would then be completely naked.
She just looked at me with a silly smile on her face and I knew
that we were really going to have some fun.

We reached the corner and I could hardly wait as I asked Lesley
to take off her dress. With not the slightest hesitation Lesley
just slipped it off and handed it over to me and I feasted on the
glorious sight of the well endowed 14 year old naked before me.
Her pert breasts tipped by erect pink nipples pointed
provocatively at me whilst between the tops of her thighs the
light bush of blonde pubic barely hid the pouting lips of her
glistening young cunt. Lesley had good strong creamy white thighs
and a fine plump bottom which I teasingly patted and squeezed
before running my hands down over the backs of her thighs. With
the benefit of age I was going to enjoy the pleasure of her body
in full without the impetuosity of youth. I teasingly asked if
she was going to let me fuck her. She said 'yes' and I knew that
she wanted fucking there and then. But I was going to make her
wait until she was almost at screaming point - that way fucking
her would be more pleasurable and memorable for both of us. By
the end of the afternoon there would in fact be absolutely
nothing my gorgeous 14 year old would not do. And so we carried
on up the path - me patient and ready - Lesley more than ready
and willing especially now that she was stripped for action.