Hidden Benefits
Copyright© 2025 by PlatinumIce
Chapter 3: The Jungle Gym
“Last one up has to kiss Tomy Norbert!” Lindy yelled.
Screaming with laughter, they streaked across the turf, hemlines whipping about their thighs. Angie’s heart was racing in her chest; a warm, mellow glow pervaded her features. Releasing her grip on Janey’s hand, she sprinted forward as fast as midnight lightening, eager to reach the bars first. Her frock molded around her girlish form, the front kicking up over her waist. She made no attempt to hold it down: shy though she was, she was completely swept away in the excitement of the moment.
The Climbing Grid was a complex iron scaffold at the center of the Fort. A tall, looming structure fully ten yards long, it was teeming with children, mostly girls from Angie’s neighborhood. Close on a score swung precariously through the trellis, chortling with pleasure. The older ones wore oversized t-shirts and those awful spandex bike shorts that had grown so popular this summer.
Only a few had deigned to dress au femme that morning, but they seemed to be attracting more than their fair share of interest. A smattering of boys bolted to and fro underneath, grabbing at their heels and daring them to cross the gauntlet.
Reaching the Grid slightly ahead of her friends, Angie hauled herself up two bars at a time: two-four-six-eight-SLAP. The Jungle Gym seemed implausibly steep, a vast, rambling tower overlooking most of the Domain.
Once at the top, the three girls perched together, gazing out towards the weeping willows. Somewhere in the middle distance, Brad stood at the edge of the playing field, filming the scene in meticulous detail.
The girls swapped shy, giggly smiles, their eyes positively gleaming with anticipation. Who was going to go first? What they had in mind was so indisputably naughty they couldn’t decide one way or the other. Jane and Lindy finally ganged up on their pretty blond accomplice: the whole thing had been Angie’s idea, so she had to go first.
Nibbling on her lower lip, Angela dropped through the bars and made for the center of the Grid. A chill breeze seemed to flitter up her dress despite the heat of the day. In a few seconds she’d be hanging upside down with her flimsy white panties on full display! Every boy in the world was going to see what she was wearing! Worse still, she knew most of them; half the kids in her grade seemed to be scrambling ‘round beneath her feet.
Looking back over her shoulder, she noticed her cousin kneeling on the grass about thirty feet away, his face masked by the camcorder. The zoom was tilted upward and the little red light was blinking. Evidently he’d moved in closer for a better shot. Angie giggled, knowing what he must have been seeing. This was all so unfair! None of it had been her idea, it had all been his! Why did she have to go first? She pendulumed back and forth beneath the bars, grinning impishly as the dress rode up to the tops of her thighs.
Brad almost fumbled the camera as Angie splayed her legs. The view was utterly heart-stopping from this angle; her silky white gusset was stretched taut between her open thighs. He fine-tuned the resolution, bringing the gauzy satin into sharp focus. The hem skipped a little higher. For one breathtaking moment he could see the tight elastic trim encircling her waist, then the frock dropped back down into place.
This was going to be good.
Angie swung nimbly across the Grid with the boys nipping playfully at her ankles (Tommy Norbert almost made off with her left shoe), dodging through the crowd with practiced ease. Pausing half way across, she threw Brad an impish glance, then kicked her feet up over her head. Hooking her knees over the bar, she slung herself upside down - and the show began.
Thick blond tresses swept towards the ground as Angie’s dress billowed inside out. Her panties went on public display; sheer white full briefs with dainty lace traceries on the front and sides. The gossamer fabric shimmered like platinum in the mid-morning sun. Angie wriggled her hips. The frock slipped another four inches down her midriff, baring her torso far as the belly-button. Half a dozen boys gawped up at the spectacle, their expressions dazed and startled.
Brad zoomed in for an extreme close-up, capturing the creamy smoothness of her thighs. Her flesh was unbelievably soft, particularly around the tummy and bottom (the latter of which was going to be spanked bright pink the moment he got her home).
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