I wanted to get closer to her, but I didn’t dare. I really wanted to know everything about her. It got to the point where I found myself going thr...ugh the laundry hamper looking for her panties just so I could smell her scent while thinking about her.One day I recall very distinctly. I was seventeen years-old at the time. I was sitting in my room on my bed masturbating. On the bed was a Playboy magazine open to a picture of a girl I was imagining to be Marcy. A pair of her panties lay. Not wanting to seem like a perv, I averted my eyes and continued on. Fifty paces up the path, I stopped, turned back to contemplate the vision I had seen. For some bewildering reason, I felt an irresistible pull to return and take another glimpse at the dreamy beauty practising yoga under that oak treeI returned to my original spot on the path and stood beside that old frisbee. She was now sitting in that traditional lotus position that is by far more recognizable to people when they see yoga. She said 5 foot 7 and I smiled as I liked taller women. I then kissed her right leg every inch all the way up from her foot to just below her panty covered pussy. I repeated the same with her left leg as Kelly had told me one night that girls love lots of foreplay and I was determined to improve. After I was done with Jessica’s legs I moved up her body and planted soft kisses all across her face and ears, getting her all tingly. She grabbed my head and pushed me down to her tits. I laughed and. My hand went from one knee, up the inside, softly across her panties, and back down the other side, to the other knee. I did this a few times, pressing a little harder with each pass. I started adding a circular kneading of her pussy, on each pass. After two or three of these, I stopped stroking her legs, and continued to massage her pussy.The little damp spot was growing, and she began to wriggle, sliding her bum forwards in the chair, to meet my pressure with pressure of her own. She.