Fall Panties

It was the first day of fall, and fall was a word Ben liked to link to another visual delight, a woman's panties. Before the night was over, he would learn more about the opposite of the word fall, rise. He would experience a new link between a woman's panties and rise, as in the repeated rise of his cock.

He didn't mind when the perky little dog kept scaling up onto the bed. He wished he could remember the dog's name. But even worse, he seemed to have forgotten how to get to sleep. His role of house sitter was sudden. Melody had needed somebody on short notice, while she took her teenage son upstate to an honorary scholastic camp. Her son was smart, just like Melody was. It was an honor to be chosen for the weeklong camp at the state capitol, even if it was as an alternate needed at the last minute because the school valedictorian had been diagnosed with mono. The drive upstate was a long drive, and Melody had a sister to stay with overnight. There wasn't anything Melody had asked him to do special, just take what's-his-name, the feisty terrier puppy for walks whenever nature called.

Melody's house was in an older middle class suburb. The trees that lined the streets and the flowerbeds that surrounded the mailboxes had grown thick in the last decade of neighborhood maturity. As Ben lay awake on Melody's son's bed, the horizontal blinds on the opposing bedroom window admitted just enough light from a street lamp to fill the bedroom with a fence like row of striped shadows. Ben looked down his body and followed the shadow of an imaginary stiff fence slat from his crotch, down past his feet, over the carpet and rising up the wall. The shadow coming from his cock was the highest pole on the wall.

Ben pulled back the single white cotton sheet and spun his body out of bed. He glanced across the room at the digital alarm clock, reading the red glow of 2:00. The small dog's rapid bark broke his cloudy half stare.

"Want to go out boy?" Ben asked. He surveyed the eager dog, noticing his ears were perked up and his tail waved with the fury of a helicopter blade.

The house was quiet except for the low hum of a refrigerator. Ben reached down to the floor beside the bed, and found the pair of green cotton pajama bottoms he had gotten at a hospital surplus store.

In one fluid motion, he slipped the bottoms over his feet, stood and pulled them up over his boxers, then pulled and tied the drawstring. The extra cloth between his legs made Ben aware for the first time, he had a slight erection. He reached to arrange it inside his boxer shorts more comfortably. The dog barked again and shuffled his dark little patting feet.

"Got to go boy? Gotta pee?" Ben leaned down and patted the dog's head. His own bladder felt mildly pressured. "I guess I need to go too." Ben said, as he walked into the hall and remembered which direction the bathroom was in. He turned right, walked to the end of the hallway, and found himself at the entry to Melody's master bedroom.

Her bedroom had an attached private bathroom, and as Ben proceeded through the dark, he made his way to the doorway. He felt past the doorframe on the tiled wall for a light switch. The dog barked another little burst of anxiousness, as Ben flipped the wall switch up and a soft white light flickered on above the medicine cabinet. The tidy white bathroom was compact. Ben stepped towards the toilet, raised the lid and seat, and pulled the drawstring around his waist. The bottoms slipped down begrudgingly. His cock was hard.

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He could have tried to weave his cock out the boxer short fly, but instead, Ben pulled his boxer shorts down along with his bottoms until they were below his taunt balls. Ben felt a little surge of pleasure with his naked ass exposed and his erect cock in his hand. The dog twittered impatiently and returned to the bedroom as if he was used to being shooed out of the bathroom.

Ben grazed his fingers against his pubic hair and tested his cock for flexibility to tilt forward. "Damn. I'm really stiff!" He thought to himself. His cock felt warm in his hand. A slight squeeze felt good and his cock responded with a pleasing contraction. He let his fingertip drift up the swollen vein and the little dark hole slightly opened with a wink of approval. He heard the dog bark from the doorway. Again, he thought, "Damn. I need a distraction or I'll never relax and be able to pee."

Ben moved his hand in a self imposed cock exile away from his cock to his ass and cupped his warm muscular buttock. He scanned the bathroom at eye level and his eyes drifted to the shower curtain. It was a clear plastic curtain with an opaque pattern of white orchids printed on it. Ben could see bottle shapes on shelves inside the shower. He thought of Melody. She was a short woman with long curly blond hair. Her body was well proportioned and although she dressed very conservative at work, it was impossible for her to totally hide the wealth of her breasts. Outside of work, Ben knew the rest of her body was in great shape. Her ass was particularly attractive and from behind, she could have been twenty years younger. Ben's erection wasn't going away imagining looking through the shower curtain and seeing Melody caress soapy hands down her naked body.

His cock pulsed another straining exquisite contraction. Avoiding the urge to touch it, Ben moved his other hand on his other buttock. He softly stroked with open palms up the curve of each buttock with either hand. His eyes followed the curtain up to the fringe edge trim that hid the shower rod. The daintiness of design was effeminate. The lace of the pattern stirred thoughts of Melody's panties. He had never seen her panties, but last week, when he had stopped by to drop a report off on her desk, and Melody was still in a meeting, he had caught a surprise glimpse on her computer screen. On Melody's computer monitor was clearly a website devoted to sexy women's lingerie. Ben remembered his heart nearly leapt out of his chest at the sight of a sexy lacy white thong he saw in the center of the screen. Side by side were a front view and a back. The words underneath had read, "Satin Lace Thong". The rear view was a thin finger-width satin strip that ended in a lacy transparent triangle. The triangle grew wider in front, and the lace became a shimmering rose pattern that barely overreached the model's pussy. It seemed perfectly tapered. Ben just knew he could position his mouth in the center, and stroke from one hem edge, across the swollen excited clitoris hidden beneath, and finish his stroke with a touch of his tongue tip on warm skin and tiny pubic hairs.

Ben felt his cock react by stretching upwards and winking a droplet of precum approval. He looked at his cock. The head was swollen deep red and his shaft was straining upwards showing no signs of relaxing, just eagerness and excitement. The dog darted in the bathroom and nipped at his feet. Ben resolved his erection wasn't going away. If the dog wasn't so anxious, he would have began rubbing his hand over his needy cock with purpose. "Okay boy. Let's go, I can hold it better than you." He spoke to the dog, as he reluctantly reached to pull up his bottoms, which along with his boxer shorts had drifted down to puddle around his feet.

For some reason, Ben hesitated before pulling his boxers and bottoms back up. It was really too warm for both. He stepped out of the boxers and put them aside, before pulling the bottoms up over his erection, and drawing the string tight to his waist. His bottoms looked like they covered a flagpole. He looked down at the dog. "It's a good thing it's the middle of the night boy, or the postman might think we were trying to send a letter and my cock was the flagpole."

Ben left the bathroom light on as he stepped out into Melody's bedroom. His boxer shorts were in his hand and the light behind him illuminated a chair across from the large pillow covered bed. Beside the chair was Melody's four-drawer clothes dresser. His heart rate increased knowing what was inside. He swallowed, and noticed his mouth was wetter than normal. Slowly, he stepped in front of the dresser. The top was neatly organized with a small jewelry case, a detailed ceramic figurine of a terrier, and the digital clock. Letting his boxers fall to the chair, he reached for the recessed dual drawer knobs and pulled. The light contents inside let the drawer glide easily forward. Ben's chest thumped and the waif of feminine perfume filled his aromatic senses as the treasure of Melody's panty collection was revealed. His cock immediately twitched and thumped again as his fingers came in contact with the first silky touch.

He had always found a woman's panties incredibly erotic and arousing. But growing up in a house of men and playing sports all his life, he had never had access or an opportunity like this. He had even kept it a secret from his former wife, not that she really had ever worn any panties other than functional whites or tans with waist and leg wraps. They were always plain panties or just plain underwear. Not at all like the silks and satins full of lace and cut in tiny red and black triangles displayed before him in Melody's treasure chest.

A thin red lace panty caught his eye. His cock twitched and he could feel the wetness seep out from his tip as Ben extracted it from deep in the back of the drawer like a precious artwork. The dog's yelps fell on ears told to be deaf by Ben's vision. Holding the side straps, he gently let the red panties unfurl before him.

It took a second for what Ben's fingers felt to register in his mind. The sides were actually thin strips held together with a single small-embedded snap. He felt the snap and immediately imagined it against Melody's warm hip, easily coming undone with a single pull from his teeth as he nibbled and kissed along the sloping hem towards the side of her pussy below. But he wouldn't go there direct. Not without a well-spent time exploring the thin front panel and feeling her wavy pubic hair surface beneath like tiny ocean waves against his fingertips and caressing tongue. He pulled the panties to his face and smelled the soft perfume. They covered his nose and the soft silky thick bottom triangle of cloth rested on Ben's lips. Involuntarily he kissed the soft fabric imagining how tightly it would be tucked to Melody's ultimate and exquisite joining. Ben tilted his head back enough to keep the panties in place and released one hand.

Ignoring the continued dog yelps, Ben closed his eyes and drew in long calming breath through his nose. His hand dropped down to his cotton stretched bottoms and the firm downward stroke against his cock made his buttocks clinch from pleasure. On the upstroke, his hand past a little wet spot where his precum had soaked through. He stopped at the staining drawstring and pulled it loose. Even though his waistband was actually lowering, it felt more like his cock was rising out from confinement.

Ben tilted his head forward, lifted Melody's panties from his face, and brought them down with his hand to his cock. The first touch sent a jolt of electricity through his cock and his ass tingled with excitement. He shifted his legs slightly apart and began a soft slow stroking up and down his cock with Melody's panties. His cock hole was wide open now and seeping a continuous sticky flow of clear excitement. He saw a droplet attach to Melody's panties and a string stretch and retract as he gripped his cock firmer and slid the panties down his swollen pulsing shaft and back up.

"Oh Melody that feels good." Ben moaned. His hand pressed harder against his shaft flattening it against his pubic hair as his palm became more involved in stroking his cock. His breathing was getting rapid and his mouth was open.

"Oh baby. Oh baby." Ben moaned as his fingers closed tighter to a fist and he began masturbating with Melody's panties against his cock in passionate earnest.

"Oh, god. Oh..." He could hear the tiny gulping sounds of his cock hole and the wetness of his slick precum being stroked.

"Ugh, Oh, Ugh..." Harder and harder he rubbed focusing on the head of his cock and the sensitive vein pulsing and throbbing into his silk covered palm.

"Agh, Aaah, OH. OH OH OH..." Faster and harder Ben pulled at his cock as he jerked off into Melody's panties. Finally, he could feel the blood pressure rise and flush his face as his cock passed the magic point of no return and his cum rocketed in an uncontrollable burst.

"OHHHHH...MELODY!!!" He came like he hadn't cum in years. His cock pulsed hot jism like a coughing pressurized hose. A warm gob lurched to his chest. A second shot grazed and streaked against his forearm then dribbled down towards his wrist. One last burst shot out with less force but equal mass, and landed on the stretched crotch of Melody's panties.

"Oh. Mmmm. Fuewwww." Ben caught his breath as his ass quivered and his cock began to follow the sloping curve down from his orgasm peak. For the first time, he heard the dog bark again.

"Oh man. That was amazing. You have no idea." Ben spoke to the dog, but the dog wasn't interested in conversation. Instead, the dog ran from the bedroom and Ben could hear him barking from the area of the front door. Ben eyed the wealth of panties in the open drawer. He looked at Melody's panties he had cum stained. The dog barked again. Ben wasn't sure what to do with Melody's wet panties. He knew he couldn't just put them back in the drawer and he didn't want to lay them on the chair. It only took him a second to decide what to do as he stepped out of his fallen bottoms, held the panties out and stepped into them. He could feel his wet cum streaking up the inside of his thigh as the panties stretched around his hips and only half covered the shaft of his cock.

The soft waistband and tight thinness curving across his ass, straining to contain his tilted cock, felt marvelously sensual to Ben. Especially because they weren't just any panties he had on, they were Melody's. It was easy to imagine the touch he felt was the touch she felt against her pussy. But as the dog's final prodding barks sounded, Ben couldn't linger any longer. He hurried pulled back on his bottoms and headed out the bedroom towards the impatient pleading dog.

As soon as Ben opened the front door and the dog shot outside, he knew he had made a mistake. He should of put a leash on the dog before opening the door. The dog darted quickly and was out of sight instantly. Barefoot, Ben stepped out onto the concrete walkway, scanned the neighborhood, and adjusted to the starlit street. In the quiet of the night, Ben heard the faint tinkle of a dog tag ahead and captured a quick vision of dark blur disappearing into the shrubbery between the houses across the street.

As Ben made his way down the street and approached the houses, he could see the house on the left was in darkness. Even though it was the middle of the night, the knowledge he was out in public wearing Melody's panties under his thin cotton sleeping bottoms made him feel slightly intoxicated with excitement. He remembered the side snaps of the panties, but was surprised he couldn't feel them on his body. An air conditioner hummed and tightly sealed blinds behind the windows created a mirror-like silhouette of his body moving forward. A row of various flowers and shrubs wove between the two houses like a traffic cone pattern. The thick grass around the bushy plants felt cushy to his feet. Ben liked the feel of Melody's panties as we slowly stepped forward listening for the sound of the dog in the darkness. As he nudged deeper into the tall bushes, Ben became aware the house on the right had a softly lit glow coming from a window towards the back of the house. He thought the homeowner must have forgotten to turn it off a light. Surely no one was up at this time of the night.

A thick low branch brushed across his hip as Ben gingerly continued forward. He paused, and whispered hopefully to the missing dog. "Here boy." There was no answer. Ben could feel the grass getting wetter around his bare feet, as he edged forward into the shrubs and plants repeating his whisper and pausing to listen. What was he doing out here in the middle of the night with nothing on, but his friend Melody's red panties, wet with his own sticky cum, under his thin sleeping bottoms. His cock was still swollen and the tiny silk triangle between his legs was splitting his balls and only cupping one.

He should have grabbed a flashlight before running out of the house and looking for the dog. He disappeared a little deeper and thought he heard a light rustle. Maybe it was the dog. The dog was so small it wouldn't make much noise. He was about twenty steps from the well-lit window now and could see the window was open with only sheer curtains diffusing the light.

"I wonder if anyone is awake on the other side of that window", Ben thought to himself. He listened for sounds of the dog as he softened his steps forward, staying in the darkness of the bushes. Closer and closer to the window he cautiously shuffled through the damp grass. Finally, he drew even with the window and looped around a large lilac bush with thinning branches. Halfway around the bush, Ben gained a perfect view inside. He could see a bedroom nicely decorated with a door leading out into a hallway and two half melted candles glowing. All the light seemed to be coming from the candles on the square wooden nightstand. The room was empty, but Ben's blood started racing as he saw a shadow coming down the hallway into the bedroom. Quickly and slightly panicky, Ben ducked down below the lilac bushes. He was more hidden in shadow, but still able to maintain a view of the room through the thin branches. The shadow turned into a woman.

The sound of a passing car startled Ben and he crouched lower. When he realized the car driver couldn't possibly see him in the darkness, he caught his breath and raised up to get another look inside the window.

She wasn't just an average woman. Her age was hard to estimate, maybe thirties or forties or even a very well kept fifty year old. Her skin was smooth on her full body. As the woman entered the room, she stopped at the nightstand to pour wax from the candle. Her angle was almost straight to Ben's line of sight. His mouth dropped open as he saw she only wore a very small undersized black bra and black panties. The bra barely held her magnificent curvy breasts tucked in. It was thin. Her dark nipples were as large as the tip of Ben's cock. Ben's eyes wondered down her belly to her panties and he was spellbound. He traced the tiny lacy hem down between her legs. Her panties were just as thin as her bra, and Ben could easily make out the cleft of her pussy among the dark pubic triangle inside.

Ben became aware of a tingle between his legs and as he looked at the woman inside, he drew a connection between what her pussy must feel like inside her black panties, and the growing erection he felt wearing Melody's borrowed panties.

She moved softly in the candle light and as she turned to close the door of her bedroom, Ben's eye focus rotated to her shapely bottom. The door closed revealing a new room surprise. A full-length mirror was attached to the back of the door. The woman turned, and stood in front of the mirror, glancing down her luscious curving body. From Ben's vantage point, he could look in the mirror and see both her front and her back. He knew without looking down, Melody's thin panties and the cotton bottoms were betraying his erection. Ben felt the strain begin to ache for touch.

As Ben watched the woman and admired her, he noticed she didn't seem to be in any hurry to leave the mirror. In fact, she was decidedly lingering. Her hand was slowly circling her stomach. Her fingers extended, but touching with only her palm, she seemed entranced looking into the mirror. Ben noticed her eyes were looking down at her panties. Her palm moved out, and she began caressing over her body with only her long fingertips. They glided higher and higher until her hand was just below the bottom of her bra. With her index finger, she began tracing around the lace, over the curve of her breast and onto the creamy skin just above her bra. Her fingers sensuously caressed down the bare half of her breast to the middle and then back up in slow seductive stroking motions. Then her other hand moved up and began to trace over her other breast. She was rubbing her nipple through the thin bra.

Ohh..Mmmm..." She moaned softly, as it felt good. Her other hand moved up and a second set of fingertips found her other nipple. With each hand, she softly stroked her swollen nipples through the fabric of her bra. Unconsciously, Ben slid his hand down to his stiff penis and began mimicking her soft stroking.

More car sounds came from the street, but Ben paid no attention to the distraction. The beautifully sexy woman inside stepped a little to the side. Her legs spread wider as she continued raking her fingertips over her engorged nipples. Ben could see her nipples were poking out intensely erect through the thin bra. He imagined taking her excited swollen nipple into his mouth and sucking her precious nubs for all he was worth through her thin bra.

Ben stared as she added her thumb and began pulling and rolling her excited nipples through the cloth. She was lost in her own sexual arousal and Ben was too. He barely felt the wetness developing at the tip of his hard cock and re-saturating Melody's borrowed panties.

Ben ran his long fingers along the length of his upright shaft as he watched her slide her hand to the hidden clasp between her breasts and unhook her bra. Almost immediately, her hand slid over her breast and she spread her fingers trapping her swollen nipple between them. Ben felt the drawstring of his sleeping bottoms and thought about pulling the cord, letting them fall to his knees, and feeling his hand once again stroking his cock through Melody's panties. But the sight of the woman touch herself was all the stimulation he could handle for the moment. It was too enthralling to do anything more than just watch, and press his hand tight to his aching hard on.

Almost as if she couldn't hold out any longer, the aroused woman slid one of her hands down between her legs and across the front of her panties. Ben imagined his own hand and remembered how Melody's panties felt the first time, a short while ago. The wetness the woman in the mirror felt clung to her panties. Her excitement was rising higher with each touch and it was evident in the motion of her rotating and shifting hips as she responded to her own touch. Ben watched as she curled her finger inside her panties and it disappeared inside.

"Oooh yeah.." She moaned and her eyes closed as the finger inside her panties began a hidden stroking motion. Then another finger went inside her moist panties and still another. She wasn't messing around. Her needs were urgent. Her panties protruded out and her fingers inside the leg hole stroked up and down, searching out her engorged clitoris.

"Oh, Fuck yeah..Oh god I want to cum.." The woman pleaded to her pussy. She could feel her fingers dipping inside her pussy, gathering her wetness and reducing the friction as she rubbed up and down the length of her dripping pussy lips. Her hand moved all the way up over her clit circling it and then slid all the way down. Back up and back down, dipping inside her wet box each time she passed. She braced herself by spreading her legs wider and speeded the motion of her stroking. Ben could see wetness in the discoloration of her panties. Her hand moved faster and faster, as she stroked herself to orgasm. Her closed eyes squinted down tighter. Her breathing became faster. Ben's hand gripped his cock tighter. He could tell she was close. Just a few more deep and deliberate strokes and he saw her body begin shuddering as her orgasm exploded.

"OOHHH..FUCK YES!!!!" The woman shouted to herself in the mirror. Her pussy released a gusher of warm juices that dribbled out her panties and down the inside of her legs. Ben felt his cock growing closer to climax. He closed his eyes and jerked his cock towards explosion, but it was the startling ache on his ankle that came first. He looked down and it was Melody's dog. It had nipped his ankle and backed off. It was looking up at him. Then, before Ben could do anything, the dog barked. It wasn't a loud continuous bark, just a little yelp. But it was loud enough to panic Ben as he dropped to his knees behind the cover of the bushes. The woman inside, drained by her orgasm, yet still stimulated, heard the little dog bark and looked towards the window startled. She looked around but could see nothing in the dark. "Just a dog." She thought, as she turned back to the window, stepped forward to the nightstand, and leaning down she blew out the candle with one quick breath. Ben forcefully scooped the dog into his arms and quickly turned, stepped away from the lilac plant, and crept back down the row of bushes towards the street.

The terrier wiggled slightly in his firm arms. Ben wasn't sure where the dog had been, but he could feel moisture on his feet as he pressed the dog to his chest. As Ben cleared the edge the house and reached the sidewalk, the concrete hardness surprised his bare feet. He trailed dark wet footprints on the ground, and wet cumprints inside Melody's panties, across the street, and up Melody's driveway to her front door.

As Ben opened the front door and carried the dog inside, he noticed more lights were on than he remembered. A surprising voice came from the back bedroom. "Is that you Ben?"

It was Melody's soft voice. She was home. Instead of staying upstate with her sister, she had dropped her son off, and decided to drive back home.

Before she heard the front door open, Melody had only been home for a few minutes. It had surprised her to come in the house and find a glow of light coming from her bedroom. She assumed Ben was sleeping in her son's bed. Her puppy, Milo, must be sleeping somewhere and she had successfully walked quietly past to her bedroom so as not to disturb Ben or wake up Milo. As she place her overnight bag on her bed, her curved lips dropped and her eyes widened. "What are those boxer shorts doing on the chair? Are those Ben's?" She thought to herself. She stepped to the chair and reached for the boxers. They had something wet on them. She recognized what it likely was immediately.

Then she noticed the top drawer of her dresser was pulled out. She stepped to it and observed the disarray of her panties. "Was Ben looking through my panties?" The thought made her heart race.

She had noticed the way Ben looked at her in the office. She had even taken a few glances at his jeans and noticed his not-so-well hidden bulge. One time, knowing she would be in a meeting, she had given him a report to drop off on her desk and intentionally left her monitor on a sexy lingerie website just to tease him.

On the long drive back from dropping her son off, she had fantasized about coming home, quietly entering the house, stripping down naked, and crawling into bed beside Ben. She imagined her nipples pressed into warm back as she curled into his body and reached over his hip to stroke his cock. Her thoughts made her ache between her legs, and for the last hour, her hand had been in her lap. Her thumb had progressed from rubbing against the denim, to slipping inside the zipper and teasing her clitoris through her increasingly wet satin panties. For the last half hour of her drive home, her thumb had become wetter and wetter from her saturating satin. Melody couldn't wait to get home, pull the car in the garage, and quietly sneak into her bedroom and masturbate thinking about Ben and knowing he was sleeping in the next room.

But it was just a fantasy. Ben seemed just as shy as she did, and the chances of taking their relationship to another level seemed distantly remote. She looked at her open dresser drawer. "Maybe I left the drawer open..." She thought. She tried to remember if she had. The boxers felt slightly sticky. She raised them to her face to examine them closer and saw the coin size wet spot. It was small, but as she lowered her nose to sniff, she heard the sound of the front door open, turned and called out to Ben.

"Ben? Is that you Ben?" Melody's voice rose higher with surprise. She tossed the boxers on the bed.

"Uh, Yeah, It's me." Ben called back. The surprise of Melody's appearance stilled him where he stood. Melody instinctively spun from her dresser, walked out of her bedroom, passed through the short hallway, and appeared through the living room arch to greet Ben.

The suddenness of their mutual sight was full of unexpected surprises. Melody saw Ben was without a shirt and it was the first time she had seen his muscular chest. His nipples looked almost erect. Ben saw Melody's smiling lips and the free flow of her curly hair. Something he never saw at work where she always kept her hair in a bun or tied back business style. Melody had very pretty hair and the curls that tapered down to the smooth curves of her breasts struck Ben as sexy.

"Hi. I came back early." Melody spoke first.

"Wow. I didn't expect to see you. I was just walking the dog." Ben replied back. Their words were background noise to the additional visual surprises. In her hurry inside and brief time in the bedroom, Melody had forgotten about her unzipped jeans. Even in the faint light, Ben couldn't help but notice the split opening of Melody's jeans revealed a dark velvet red vision of her panties. Melody couldn't help but notice Ben was barefoot, but as she scanned up his sleeping bottoms, she noticed the loose drawstring had let the waistline sag on Ben's hips and she could see the thick red line of underwear above.

It was one of those once in a lifetime moments. Two people who had only known each other from a relatively professional role of conservative appearance, but had fantasized sexually about each other, all of a sudden were exposed to each other in a sensuous secret revealing moment. The electric moment of mutual desire exposed permeated the room. And neither of them yet knew they were exposed to the other.

They were six feet apart when Milo barked to Melody.

"Oh, Milo baby." Melody stepped forward to take the dog from Ben's arms into her own. "Mommy's so happy to see you." Melody hugged the dog to her chest and Milo nuzzled excitedly into the warmth of her breasts. With Melody standing closer to him now, Ben could look down at her unbuttoned jeans and clearly see how rich the red of her panties were and the dark discoloration surprised him. It made him want to take a longer look, but he didn't want to risk getting caught by giving away where his eyes were directed.

"You must be tired from the drive?" Ben commented as he diverted his eyes up.

"Yeah, a little, but I drank a lot of coffee." Melody replied as she bent and lowered Milo to the carpet. She couldn't help but glance at Ben's bare feet. They were wet, covered with grass clippings and dashes of dirt. She noticed he had long tapered toes. "You have stuff on your feet."

Her comment stirred Ben from the view he was enjoying down the front of her forward hanging shirt. Her breasts were so full and heavy the shirt could barely contain them. "Oh darn. I hope I didn't get anything on the carpet." Ben turned and looked to the door. He was glad he didn't see anything. While he turned, Melody's eyes traveled up the legs of his bottoms and fixed on the exposed red fabric above his waistline. Up close, the lace trim was now easy to see, and so was Ben's bulging front. She remembered the boxer shorts lying on the chair in her bedroom and the open panty drawer. She looked again, more purposefully and direct at the lace red trim around Ben's waist and the thought hit her. The surety of a new awareness proven fact, "Ben is wearing my panties!"

Ben turned his head back from the carpet and for a moment he was electrified at seeing Melody's lingering stare at the front of his bottoms. But she kept looking. It wasn't just a glancing look, it was a stare and Ben's own eyes were drawn down towards the swell of his crotch whereupon the electricity turned to unexpected panic. He saw how exposed the panties he had on were for the first time, how the slumping waistline had given away his secret, and he knew Melody knew.

His cheeks flushed red. There was nothing he could say or do, but stand and face whatever emotional outrage would burst from Melody's lips. He felt dread like he had just received a report card with a failing grade on manliness and an admonishing, "PERVERT" written beside the grade.

As she looked up, Melody could see Ben's unshaven blushing face. He was still. His shoulders seemed to faintly tremble and although his lips were slightly apart, as if to speak, nothing came out. For Melody, the moment, visibly delicate, fragile and palpable, trembled with possibilities. She felt her pussy quiver from excitement.

"I think I need to sit down." Melody said, looking towards the couch.

"I should probably wipe my feet off." Ben stammered.

Melody straightened and stepped towards the couch and turned a shaded table light on as Milo skittered away into the next room. "Here are some tissues." She pointed to a box on the coffee table as she sat down on the black leather couch.

Ben wanted to go to another room, any room, just somewhere else quickly and strip off his bottoms and the panties, but something in the soft tone of Melody's voice told him it was okay. Perhaps she didn't know what he thought she knew. He moved to join her on the couch. The way Melody had positioned herself in the center of the couch; his only option was sitting down beside her with only a few inches between them.

He avoided looking at her eyes, but Melody couldn't deny the urge to focus her eyes on his. Seeing he wasn't looking, she returned her stare to his bulging crotch. In the soft luminance from the side lamp, she could clearly see the tip of his penis pushing slightly left and lifting teasingly close to the top edge of the red lace. She broke her gaze when she felt his weight settle into the couch beside her. She wondered if his cock tip was now peeking out.

Feeling her eyes upon him, Ben made no sudden move to pull his waistband higher and hide the exposed panty waistband. He could feel his cock, still hard and swollen from stroking it in the shadows of the bushes outside, and the way Melody twisted on the couch towards him, offering the box of tissues and oblivious to her own open zipper, had caused her pants to open up wider. The angle he had and the light from the lamp, gave him the best vision yet. Her red satin panties were clearly darker the lower they disappeared into the valley of her pussy.

"Could she be wet?" Ben thought. His erection wasn't going to shrink easily.

Melody watched Ben take a tissue from the box, lean forward and wipe his feet. Her mind was wildly racing as her heart was wildly beating. When Ben leaned forward, Melody scanned down his strong back and stopped when she saw the full sweep of her red panties pulling up from his bottoms. Ben's lean forward had brought him closer to her crotch and for the first time he could smell her rich sex. He lingered wiping his feet while taking in her erotic aroma. Then he heard Melody's soft voice break the silence.

"Ben, are you wearing my panties?" Her voice was calm and curious. The tone non-threatening, and her breath unmistakably excited. Ben's face flushed again. He knew he could do nothing, but admit the truth, apologize, and hope she wouldn't explode in outrage. Something in the way she asked the question, told him she would be rational.

"Um, Yes." He spoke as he rose up without looking at Melody.

"Why?" Melody sensed she had control of Ben and decided to put him on the spot a little tighter.

"I just. I just." Ben's voiced trailed away trying to find the right words to explain. His heart was pounding to get out of his chest. He rubbed his hands together nervously.

"Yes?" Melody softly prodded him to finish. Her voice was soft; almost reassuring like an understanding friend telling him it was okay to let it all out.

Ben turned, and saw the warm relaxed curious eyes of Melody. "I uh, just kind of saw them in your drawer, and wondered what they would feel like." He explained as he felt himself breaking a barrier of reluctance.

"Do you wear women's panties all the time?"

"No. I've never done anything like this. Honest. You must think I'm a pervert or something, but I'm not. I just..uh.." His voice sounding pleading and in part he was distracted again by a glance down to Melody's open zipper.

"Just what?" Melody only needed to prod a little. She gingerly reached out and put her hand on Ben's shoulder. Her touch was gentle and reassuring. Ben relaxed to the conversation despite the twitch of his cock.

"I just knew they were yours." The honesty in his voice wasn't the lost on Melody.

"Mine?" Melody liked his answer. She liked that apparently Ben's answer indicated he desired not just anyone or just any panties. He desired her.

"Yes. Yours." Ben looked into her warm eyes as he answered.

"I want to see." Melody whispered. "Stand up."

Ben felt his heartbeat jump to a new dynamic pulse. He stood and faced Melody, his bulging cock only a foot from her red lips.

Melody curled her fingers around the waistband of Ben's bottoms and with a firm tug, pulled them down. Seeing the fabric wiggle over his hard panty-covered cock elicited another liquid surge from her pussy. The bottoms easily slid to his knees.

"That must feel much better. Sit back down." Melody said softly. She patted the couch cushion beside her, as she saw, for the first time, the full extent of Ben's excitement. Her panties were comically small for his balls. Only a thin swatch of fabric partially contained what looked like a soufflé of hot flesh spilling out of an undersized dish.

Smiling with lust, Melody reached over and extended one finger towards Ben's panty covered hard cock. Ben held his breath and held his breath. Melody placed the first joint of her index finger on the throbbing red silk. She could feel the warm heat of Ben's cock and the pulsing low throb of his excitement. Her finger moved teasingly slow and deliberately sensual down the length of his cock to his balls. She eased the pressure back to only touching him with her fingertip. Her finger made little circles over his balls, but never passed outside of contact with the panties.

"Do you like that Ben? Do you like me touching your panties?" Melody whispered teasingly to him.

"Yes." Ben was quick to answer, and match her whisper. The whole couch seemed to shake and pulse with his heartbeat.

Ben felt Melody's fingers jump to the waistband stretched over his hip. She tugged the side strap. "These come loose if you pull."

She pulled. The snap popped loose and the stretched material sprung free like a slingshot revealing Steve's cock.

"Oh my goodness." Melody teasingly commented as she smiled. "You are a big swollen boy." She licked the rim of her lips.

He could tell in the way Melody looked at his salivating hard cock, in the twinkle of excitement in her eyes, and the way her tongue edged forward and slipped across her lips, she was getting just as turned on as he was. Ben also knew if he didn't take charge, become the pleaser instead of just being pleased, he might lose the moment of opportunity to feel his cock where he wanted to feel it the most, inside of Melody's tight warm pussy. It was time to become more assertive. He held Melody's gaze with his own.

"You know, I like looking at your panties too." Melody was surprised by the change to self-assuredness in Ben's voice. She clinched her buttocks and felt her pussy ache.

"I guess you can." She replied, uncertain as to why he was stating what appeared to be obvious. She stroked her hand across the silky rigid warmth between Ben's legs.

"No, I mean YOUR panties." Ben's voice rose with emphasis on 'Your'. His eyes redirected to Melody's zipper and she involuntarily followed the direction of his gaze.

"Oh. Fuck!" Melody realized for the first time, her zipper was wide open and flared like a butterfly revealing her own red panties. It was pointless to do anything about it. In fact, she suddenly realized she had no idea how long she had been exposing herself. As she drew in a smooth deep breath, she exhaled a jagged excitement.

"Can I touch?" Ben asked softly, as his hand moved to the top of her upper thigh.

Melody looked at his long fingers. The neat fingernails and rounded tips only inches from her open fly. "Yes." She answered in a breath.

Their warm eyes met. Heads moved forward and lips touched followed by tongues that gently explored each other's mouths. Each of them felt how much the other needed and wanted.

Ben's right hand slipped between Melody's hips. His fingers found her open zipper lips. As Melody's tongue submitted to Ben's exploring kiss, she felt a gentle brush across the hidden fern of her satin covered pussy. Her tongue responded back to Ben's inviting kiss while fingers slipped further under the side of her panties and settled on Melody's soft pussy lips. She was hot to the touch, very wet, and very ready to feel more of his touch on her pussy. Their passionate kiss slowed to loving sucking strokes. Ben listened for the pattern of breathing coming from her nose to know his fingers were touching her just as she wanted to be touched.

Melody lifted her hips from the couch and fiercely pulled her own jeans down her legs and kicked them off while Ben continued stroking the length of her swollen lips.

"Push in me. " She breathily whispered. "Finger fuck me Ben. Finger fuck my pussy!" Melody sighed with pleasure as lusciously upward slipped two long probing fingers.

"Oh god, your fingers feel good in my pussy. Deeper honey. Deeper!" Melody urged as she felt Ben's fingers brush her begging clit on their way deep beyond. Melody's pussy was fragrant and steaming, wet with luscious desire, and waiting to be explored by his Ben's long fingers.

Ben had also become intensely aroused. Melody watched as he boldly pulled the loose red silk from his hips. He continued stroking her. Deeper and deeper his fingers thrust. The speed of his thrusts went faster and faster, as his thumb polished her clitoris.

"Oh fuck...Ohhhhh that feels soooo gooood!" She moaned as felt Ben lifting her shirt with his free hand. She helped with her own, and quickly her shirt was off, revealing her breasts and swollen nipples for the first time. They were now both naked except for her panties.

Ben opened his mouth and covered her nipple sucking the inch surrounding as well as the hard nub into deep warmth. Melody took in the measure and visually caressed his swollen circumcised cock. It was ramrod straight, thick, rising seven inches from a curly, dark wavy thatch. The sight of Ben's cock at full arousal, made her pussy pulse with increased excitement.

"Oh Ben, you're going to make me cum!" Melody shouted.

"Cum baby. Cum." Ben urged her on to orgasm with his voice and his thrusting fingers.

"Oh God, Oh Fuck!" Melody writhed her hips and squeezed her pussy muscles against Ben's thrusting fingers. Speeding wet sounds filled the living room. Her hand reached for Ben's cock and wrapped tight around the swollen trunk.

"Cum Melody. Cum NOW!" Ben demanded, as he lowered his lips and squeezed her erect nipple tightly between them.

"Ooooh.. c u m ...." Melody passionately released the words from her lips as she felt her climax and the gush of pleasure from her pussy. She reached her free hand down between her legs, and covered Ben's hand to press him tighter to her pussy as Ben suspended the strokes of his fingers.

The orgasm only made Melody want more. She wanted to feel Ben's cock inside her. So did Ben. Her hand pulled on his cock sliding across the wet tip and spreading his precum back down his shaft. She made him slick, like his fingers.

Melody felt Ben's mouth release her nipple and his kisses move up her chest. His warm mouth rose on the left side of her tilted neck as Ben's fingers slipped from her wetness. Her panties were buried into the crevice of her ass. She felt Ben's hand slip under her and his fingers trace the tucked warm satin.

His lips moved from her neck to her mouth and they traded passionate kisses as Melody spread her hand and explored around Ben's cock and ass. She whispered into his ear, "Fuck me Ben."

Ben slipped his fingers around the top lace of her panties and began to tug them down, but just as he had them on the down slope of her ass, Melody stopped him with her words. "Please. Leave my panties on."

Ben eagerly complied with Melody's request. They renewed kissing as he pushed the wet stretched satin partially back over the curve of her ass. Melody felt Ben collapsing her onto the arm of the couch. She put her hands up and behind her. Her legs dangled for a moment over the couch edge until Ben lifted his body, and she slipped a leg under him to the backside of the couch. But Melody didn't wasn't content with her legs just spread on either side of Ben. She bent her leg and lifted it high atop the back of the couch leaving her lasciviously exposed, her legs invitingly apart, and her panties stretched wide like a haplessly thin veil over her soaking wet snatch.

Moving between her thighs, Ben continued to sweep his hands over her breasts. He cupped her left one in his palm as his fingers entrapped the opposite nipple.

"Oh Ben, play with my breasts. My nipples are sooo hard." Ben leaned forward holding a nipple between his finger and thumb. He glided his tongue around it. The teasing touch wasn't enough for Melody.

"Suck my nipple." She moaned. "Suck it hard." Her words spurred Steve with new vigor.

Melody's panties were like a thin satin sheet. Ben slightly stiffened his legs and gripped his toes into the leather couch. "I want to be inside you." He whispered to Melody, as he laid his cock down on the bed of her warm pussy.

Melody felt his cock, gently pulsing, eager for her craving pussy. She slid her arms across and behind his shoulders. Her hands slid down reaching Ben's hip, sliding over the rise of his buttock and her left palm cupping him. Their faces turned opposite and Ben's cheek pressed tight to hers. "Fuck me." She groaned, as the tip of Ben's cock dipped entered her pussy and she felt her inner folds marvelously stretch for the filling of his cock. In one deliberate thrust, he was inside her.

Entirely filled by Ben's cock, Melody's entire body joined with passion. Her legs rose to "V" at each of his elbows, her arms wrapped about his body, and Melody squeezed every inner cunt muscle tight as she could. Ben's hands slipped under her ass. His fingertips pushed the satin fabric of her panties bringing an exquisite added pressure to Melody's tiny but aroused anal muscles. They passionately kissed as Ben's rocking hips began to pile drive steel-hardness to her inner depths. Melody couldn't remember the last time she had felt the deep pleasure places he touched. The moment for tender lovemaking was well past, She wanted to be thoroughly fucked, and Ben was lancing her pussy with every thrust. Her hips spurred him on.

"God! You are incredible," Ben blurted. Melody heard him, but couldn't respond with anymore than a grunt. Her pussy was convulsing towards orgasm. She felt an internal burst of pleasure break an invisible barrier. Her body shuddered and she came.

Her cries of orgasmic release pushed Ben to his own orgasm. He pushed his cock deeply inside her, gripped her ass and finally felt the exquisite inevitable explosion of hot, fragrant seed spurt once, twice, then pulse a third and fourth time deep into Melody's pussy.

They held each other for the moment. Melody felt thoroughly well fucked, her sexual desire was satiated and satisfied. Ben's cock felt at peace inside her pussy. A tiny metal tinkling sound grew louder and they both felt the tiny shake of the couch as Milo leapt up the far end of their couch below their feet.

Ben turned and softly spoke, "Hi Milo." He knew the dog's name now, and he would never forget.

Caught Panties in Hand

Jayne is a friend of mine, I’ve known her for about five years now and we are really close, she has always been a great friend to me and as far as she is aware I am to her. The truth is, I’m not a good friend, I try to be but I can’t help myself. As well as being my best friend. Jayne is also a very attractive girl. It all started when I was sharing a house with Jayne and a friend of mined.

I was bored one afternoon and was floating around the house and found my self in Jayne’s bedroom. There in the corner of the room was Jayne’s dirty laundry hamper and lead on top was a lace pink thong. I couldn’t resist picking up the sexy garment which I knew had fairly recently been cupping her most intimate and sexy body part. In the crotch moisture from her pussy had dried to form a perfect mould of her crack.

I brought the crotch of the thong to m nose and inhaled. The smell was magical, the fresh smell of pure sex. The smell of Jayne’s juices really turned me on as it was such a private smell, something I wasn’t entitled to enjoy. I put the panties in my pocket and focussed my concentration on the hamper, after digging down a bit in the clothes I found a pair of smooth, black, silky knickers. These didn’t smell as fresh as the thong but they felt and looked great and turned me on all the same. I pushed the black knickers in my pocket too and headed to my bedroom.

I dropped my jeans as fast as I could and took my hard cock in my hand. I took Jayne’s soft black knickers and wrapped them around my cock, it felt so good I almost came straight away. I started slowly rubbing the crotch of the knickers up and down my cock, the fabric which once touched Jayne’s pussy and still contained her juices. I continued to wank with the knickers in hand while my other hand lifted the fresh pink thong to my face. Oh, the smell, the feeling of Jayne’s panties on my cock! As I neared climax (which didn’t take long) I lowered the thong to my mouth and sucked in the crotch. It tasted great!

Finally, I knew what Jayne’s pussy tasted like. It was too much for me, I came as soon as her juices hit the back of my throat. I was careful not to get any cum on the black knickers, I didn’t want to be found out. I went back to Jayne’s room and put the panties back exactly where I had found them and from that afternoon on I was hooked.

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Whenever I had the opportunity I would masturbate using Jayne’s most private garments. Over the next six months I got to know the contents of Jayne’s underwear drawer pretty well (not that it was her drawer of freshly washed panties I was interested in, it was the dirty, worn ones) until I moved away to go to uni and had to leave them behind. Luckily I came back to visit most weekends when I would stay at Jayne’s and have full access to her panties on a Saturday morning when she was at work. I soon got bored of the situation, it wasn’t enough. I needed panties through the week which is why I stole my first pair from Jayne. I just couldn’t help my self, they were so sexy and after two weeks without a single sniff of Jayne’s pussy they smelt great - a really sexy, white, lace thong. I had never seen them before which made me think they were new or at least saved for special occasions, for this reason alone I knew I should now have taken them, she was obviously going to get suspicious when she realised her best new panties were missing… may be she did but she didn’t say anything to me about it other than a few jokey comments about me wearing her knickers which I just seemed like jokes between friends, spiced up a little by my paranoia. I took my new panties back to uni with me and wrapped them up in an air tight bag to keep them fresh. This was fine for a few months but then the freshness faded and I wanted more.

The next Saturday morning I raided Jayne’s hamper as I still did every week, but this week with the intention of taking a little something away with me. Remembering my mistake last time I went for something a little plainer. I knew they were old, she had had them for a while, a cute pink cotton thong with a little kitten on the front - they would do me for the next few months. I folded them carefully so as not to damage or loose any of the dried, hard pussy juice which was soaked in to them and placed them in my pocket for later.

Feeling guilty I came back to visit Jayne next weekend. I think Jayne was getting suspicious by this stage, none the less I still waited till she went to work on Saturday morning, hearing the front door close I made my way in to her bedroom for a sniff and a wank. There was nothing worth stealing in the hamper, all too fancy, Jayne would notice. There was a nice pair of pink knickers which I knew Jayne was wearing last night at the pub, they ocassionally would rise a bit and appear over the top of her jeans, something I always looked out for. There didn’t seem to be anything else of interest in the hamper but then I noticed two pairs of thongs which had fallen down the back of the hamper. There was a pair of red satin knickers and a plain black thong, both recently worn judging by the white marks in the crotch. I was already hard at just the thought of playing with these delights. I unzipped my jeans and my cock sprang out. I knelt down in front of the hamper and layed the black thong on the floor. I wrapped the satin knickers around my stiff cock. I slowly started rubbing my cock with the smooth satin crotch of Jayne’s panties. I quickened my pace as soon as soon as the scent of Jayne’s sex filled my head the pink panties. Just as I got in to full swing I heard Jayne’s voice from behind me.

“what the fuck are you doing?”

I didn’t know what to do, I removed the panties from my face and cock and pushed them away from me on the floor towards the hamper along with the black thong, all the time trying to shield my actions from Jayne with my body. All I could think to say was “nothing”.

Nothing? I was kneeling down on the floor in front of Jayne’s dirty laundry hamper with my back to Jayne, unable to turn around to answer her because my dick was hanging out of my jeans and she would see the pile of panties I was trying to hide plus my face was as red as the satin knickers.

I tried to stuff my cock back in to my jeans as Jayne walked round to face me just in time to see me zip up my flies, a huge bulge still visible in the front of my jeans. At this stage she also saw the three pairs of panties pushed up against the side of the hamper in my poor attempt to try and hide them.

“were you stealing more of my underwear?!” Jayne asked angrily.

“no, I wasn’t going to take them” I replied, now on my feet still with a visible bulge in my jeans.

Jayne looked at me confused and said “what are you doing with them then?”

“nothing!”

“Chris, I know you’ve been stealing my underwear and I’ve caught you red handed, I want to know what the fuck you do with them!”

How could I get out of this one? All I could say was “sorry, I can’t help it”.

“how many have you stolen from me?”, another angry question.

“I wasn’t going to steal them”

“no, not this time but you have before. What do you want them for?”

I had to answer some question because Jayne meant business, “I just find them sexy”.

“but why do you want the dirty ones?”

I stayed silent and just stared at the floor, I couldn’t confess this. Jayne sat on the bed in front of me and even in this situation I tried to get a peek up her skirt at her panties.

“Chris, why do you take my underwear and what do you do with them? You’re not leaving this room until you tell me” and she was serious.

“I just smell them, I like the smell. I’m really sorry but I just can’t help it”.

“show me!!” she demanded but surely I didn’t hear right, “what?”.

“show me what you do with my underwear!!!”.

I picked up the pink panties and held them to my nose. Jayne must have seen the bulge in my jeans double in size.

Then came the next question, the one I was dreading “what were you doing with the red ones?”

“I was just looking at them”

She knew I was lying, “no! you had your dick out! Undo your jeans and show me what you were doing!”

I reached for the red knickers, undid my jeans and tried to keep my cock from view by covering it instantly with the knickers to save the embarrassment of having to expose myself to Jayne.

I started wanking, this was all such a turn on that I was now just worried that I was gunna blow my load in less than thirty seconds. Could this be any better, the amazing smell of the pink knickers on my face, the feeling of the smooth satin on my cock and of course a stunningly gorgeous watching me pleasure my self. To my amazement it did get better! After a few stroked of my cock knelt on the bedroom floor in front of Jayne who was still sat on the bed, she started to spread her legs revealing her see through red thong she was wearing. I couldn’t believe it, she was just sat there legs wide open with her panty clad pussy in full view for me as I jacked of using her panties! Jayne was sat about four feet away from me but I came so hard that I still managed to hit her left leg.

For the first time since she caught me in her room Jayne smiled. She rubbed her hand over the front of her panty covered pussy and said “do you like these panties?”

“yes, they are one of my favourites of yours”

I almost fainted when I heard what Jayne had to say next, “come and have a sniff then”.

I crawled over to Jayne and positioned myself between her legs, I could see her moisture seeping through the front of thin red thong. I pushed my nose up against the wet fabric and took a deep breath and enjoyed for the first time the scent of Jayne’s pussy in the flesh.

I was so close I couldn’t hold my self back, after licking Jayne’s pussy through her thong I pushed the thong to one side and kissed her slit feeling her wet warmth on my lips. I started to lick up and down her slit gently and teasingly, slowly working my way in until suddenly she squirmed as I thrust my tongue in to her wet open pussy. I fucked her pussy with my tongue to the sound of soft moans. I explored every crease of her pussy with my tongue until I could take no more, I wanted to taste more I started to lick Jayne’s clit hard and fast, at the same time I pushed two fingers in to her pussy and pump hard. Eventually I felt Jayne’s body straighten and her pussy tighten around my fingers then the jackpot, the delicious juices I love so much gushed out on to my tongue and in to my waiting mouth.

Jayne got her breath back and then took off the red thong and handed it to me and said “get out of my room, if I ever catch you in here again I’ll kill you”.

I went back to the my room in shock, unable to believe what had just happened to me, I heard Jayne go in to the bathroom and then 5 or 10 minutes later leave for work again. I waited until she had gone until I ventured out of my room again and headed back to uni for the week with my new red thong in my bag.

The next weekend I came to visit as normal, there was no mention at all of the events from the previous week, we spent the day together. The only difference was under my pillow that nice was a freshly worn thong, a new pair too! Each week I would find a gift under the pillow from that week on, I would always make good use of it, some weeks I would take a pair back, occasionally I even brought a pair back and just left them under the pillow. This still goes on now almost a year later, we never talk about it and never have.

Panty Party

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Friend's Sister and Her Panties

"What's going on, Mike?" I asked my best friend as I entered his living room.

"Not much, man, good to see you," he responded from his seat on the

couch. "What's new?"

"Umm, nothing much," I answered. "How bout you?"

"Well, Tracy just got back from college."

"Oh, that's good," I replied.

Tracy was Mike's younger sister. She was a tall, thin blonde with dazzling blue eyes and a killer body. I'd had the hots for her since I'd first seen her, about five years ago. She'd been a junior in high school at the time. I'd seen her grow throughout the years, and time had only made her more beautiful. Therefore, it was certainly good to hear she was back. In fact, I was thrilled to hear that news.

Once, when I'd slept over Mike's, I'd caught a glimpse of Tracy in her bra and panties as I'd headed to the bathroom and she had exited her room, also planning to use the bathroom. She'd been about seventeen at the time, and that image was still vivid in my mind. The panties had been cotton, with Donald Duck on the left ass-cheek. The bra had been a training bra...she'd developed a little later than most girls. Not that her breasts had gotten very large. I estimated them to be a full-sized A cup or perhaps a small B. But what they lacked in size, they made up for in firmness and perkiness.

I'd been frozen in place as I'd watched her hips swaying back and forth. She must have sensed me, though, because she'd spun around and gasped.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I'd apologized...it had been only a half truth. In all honesty, I was quite glad to have seen her tight, little butt packed into those adorable panties. They'd almost looked a size too small for her, and had clung tightly against her shapely behind. They'd fit so snug on her that I'd even been able to see the curve of each cheek.

"It's ok," Tracy had blurted out, turning red.

"You first," I motioned to the bathroom door.

Tracy nodded and darted inside, obviously embarrassed.

When she finished taking a shower, I headed back to the bathroom again and passed her in the hall. This time, she had a towel wrapped around her.

"Again, I'm really sorry," I'd apologized, staring at the ground, "I didn't expect to catch you in your underwear."

"It's alright, no big deal," She'd said. "Bathroom's all yours."

I'd nodded to her and headed in to take a morning shower...I couldn't get my clothes off fast enough. After that wonderful glimpse of Tracy, I'd been quite eager to round out a nut, even if it was in Mike's bathroom.

I must say, I'm glad I did. I think I pumped my rock hard cock for a good half hour while thinking about Tracy in those panties, and I shot a huge wad all over the wall. It was a good thing no one else needed to use the bathroom after me, because I was in there for a while cleaning up the mess, and I also used up the rest of the hot water.

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Of course, Mike was oblivious to that as I took my usual seat on the couch next to him. He knew nothing of that episode, or the countless other times I cranked my dick while imagining myself pounding his sister's ass and shooting all over her panties.

"Yea," Mike continued talking as I pictured his sister naked, "She's getting awesome grades...straight A's. I'm proud of her."

"You should be," I told him. "She's a smart girl." Then, thinking to myself, I added, and she has an ass I'd love to rock for hours.

"Who would have guessed?" Mike laughed. "I always thought she'd end up as one of those ditzy fashion designers. But, so far it looks like she'll turn into a hell of a chemical engineer."

"Where is she now?" I inquired.

"Shopping with my mom," Mike answered. "We moved her stuff back into her old room since she's staying here for the summer and mom decided to go get some groceries."

"Oh, that's a shame. I was hoping to get to talk with her."

"I'm sure you'll see her around," Mike replied. I hoped he was right.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"Hold on a sec," Mike told me as he jumped up and ran to get the door.

"Ok."

He returned a moment later.

"That was Mr. Kelsey from across the street," he explained, "He wants to use our extension ladder, so I'm gonna have to get it out of the garage. It'll take a few minutes, so sit tight."

"No problem," I told him. "I'll just watch TV, like we were gonna do anyway."

"Cool."

Mike headed into the garage and I could hear him making all kinds of noise in there. While I waited for him to come back, and fantasized about Tracy, a thought occurred to me: I was alone. With Mike in the garage helping his neighbor, Tracy shopping with Mike's mom, and his dad at work, I was the only one in his house. It was the perfect time to steal a pair of Tracy's panties.

After debating the idea for a minute, I realized that I had to act quickly or I'd lose this opportunity. The last thing I wanted was for Mike to come in and catch me snooping about through Tracy's dresser. Quietly, I rose and hurried to her room. I spotted the dresser and took three steps toward it then halted: her clothes hamper had caught my eye, and my plan instantly changed. Why take clean, washed panties when I could get used ones that still had the scent of her pussy on them?

I zipped over to the hamper and began to feverishly rummage through it. Upon seeing a yellow bra, I opted to take a look at the tag. I was right! She was a full-A cup! Impressed with myself and my knowledge of breasts, I smiled and continued fishing through the hamper. The first pair of panties I came across was a black thong! As I felt the silken material, I began to get hard; when I held the panties to my nose and sniffed the slightly-stained spot where her pussy constantly touched, I got an instant boner. I debated taking the thong, but realized that she might notice if it was missing. After all, how many black thongs could she have? I didn't have her pegged as a thong girl and figured she only wore them when she was trying to look sexy for a boyfriend.

Thus, my search continued. After pushing two pairs of blue jeans and a pink sock aside, I came across some cotton panties...and not just any ones: the one's with Donald Duck on them. The same one's I'd seen her in!

Impossible, I thought excitedly as my dick hardened even more, How could she still have these after all this time?

I might have been wrong, but as far as I knew, twenty two year old girls didn't wear cartoons on their underwear. At least, the one's I'd met didn't. Since becoming young women, they'd all graduated to sexy looking, more mature types. I was puzzled as to why Tracy still had them, yet I knew I'd found the object of my desires. Stuffing them into one of my pockets, I rose and exited her room.

These are so old that she won't miss them at all, I thought cheerfully, knowing I would put them to good use.

Returning to Mike's couch, I sat down and pretended that I'd been watching TV so he wouldn't be suspicious of anything when he got back. While I waited for him to return, I wracked my brain for an excuse to go home. It felt like Tracy's panties were burning a hole in my pocket. They were calling to me, and my cock wasn't about to calm down until I shot my jizz all over them.

When Mike came back a few minutes later, I'd come up with a great reason to leave.

"Hey," I told him as he appeared through the doorway, "I just got a phone call from my uncle. I was supposed to help him move a new couch today and I'd forgotten all about it. I'm gonna have to get going."

"Damn, that sucks," Mike replied. "Well, give me a call when you're done."

"Sure will," I answered. After clasping his hand and giving him a pat on the shoulder, I hopped into my Dodge Neon and was home within minutes.

It was around 4:00 in the afternoon and I had a solid hour before my parents would return. Rushing into my room, I closed the door, locked it behind me and took out the panties.

"Oh yea," I grinned fiendishly as I pressed them against my face, "I can't believe I actually did that." After taking in the scent of Tracy's pussy for a few minutes, my cock was harder than it had ever been I simply had to stroke it.

When I took off my pants, my nine inch dick came springing out. The tip was already moist. I wrapped Tracy's panties around it and rubbed them back and forth. The feeling was electric. Turning the panties inside-out, I then rubbed the spot that her pussy had stained against the head of my dick. The idea of being closer than I'd ever been to her pussy almost got me to cum.

I managed to take a few deep breaths, though, and calmed down enough to restrain myself. I took it easy for the next few minutes as I rubbed Tracy's panties against my dick, savoring every second. Although I'd only been masturbating for ten or fifteen minutes now, it was already the best session I'd ever had.

Finally, I decided to try the panties on. I slid them over one leg, then over the next. As the came up to my hips, they got quite tight, which turned me on even more as they made me think about how tiny Tracy's waist was and how much I'd love to fuck her. God, I wanted her. I knew she had to be wicked tight, and doubted that I'd even fit inside her.

Slipping the panties over my hard cock was more of a challenge then I'd thought, simply because they weren't designed to hold a cock. I pushed my dick down and slipped them over it. When I let go of myself, my cock strained up against the hot fabric, trying to rise up, and forming a nice sized bulge. The tight panties held it in place, however, and the resistance they offered was wonderful.

Groaning loudly, I forced more blood into my dick and felt it push hard against the panties, watching it stretch them as it did. How do girls even wear these without cumming? I wondered.

I had no answer for my question, but knew that I wanted to see what I looked like in a mirror. Walking as best as I could, I exited my room and went to the bathroom across the hall. Carefully locking that door behind me, I examined myself. It was a weird sight, but my dick looked quite impressive as it strained Tracy's panties around it. Turning to the side, I stroked my cock hard for a minute and imagined Tracy cheering me on: Bigger, bigger, yes, you're so hard.

Indeed, I was. I was so aroused I could hardly stand it. Yet I didn't want to cum too soon and ruin this, as every instant was pure bliss. I turned again and examined my ass. "Oh yea, look at that," I commented, feeling quite sexy. My ass kind of reminded me of Tracy's, it was a similar shape, anyway. Not nearly as nice though. But it still looked hot. I pretended it was hers and slapped it hard.

Not wanting to get caught in the bathroom like this, I headed back to my room. At least then, if my parents came home, I'd have clothes to change into.

There, I knelt down on the floor with my legs underneath me and rubbed my hard dick, using my hips to enhance the sensation.

"Ohhh..Tracy," I blurted out. As I moved my hips and the panties ground against me, I realized I didn't even need a hand on my dick. The sensation felt incredible by itself and the panties provided enough friction to stimulate me. I bucked harder and faster, moaning louder as I went. The tip of my cock was so wet with precum that it soaked right through the cotton. Reaching one hand in to the opening in the side, I started to squeeze my balls. "Tracy, yes, squeeze me balls, oh yes," I yelled. It was all too much for me: I began to cum harder than I could remember.

Finally, after emptying my balls and messing the panties thoroughly, I took them off and used them to wipe the end of my dick.

"Shit," I groaned, "That was fucking awesome."

The next thing I heard was a door slam. Christ, my mom's home! Opening a bureau draw, I hid the panties underneath a pair of shorts and rushed to get my clothes on. As I slipped my shirt over my head, I turned on the TV, to make it look like I was doing something other than pleasuring myself. My mom knocked on the door just as I buckled my belt.

"Yeah?" I answered as I opened the door.

"Hi sweety," she said as she gave me a kiss on the cheek. "How'd your day go?"

"Oh, good," I replied bluntly.

"Anything interesting happen?" She asked.

Does she know what I was just up to? Impossible.

"Not really," I lied. Truthfully, stealing Tracy's panties and shooting a massive nut inside them had been the most interesting, and fun, thing I'd done all week. I was growing a little anxious for her to get going.

"Oh, ok. Well, you'll be home for dinner, right?"

"Of course."

"Good, because I'm making pork chops and I know how much you love them."

"Yum," I exclaimed as she turned around and left. I breathed a sigh of relief.

The next weekend, I went over Mike's.

"What's up?" He said as he answered the door. "How was the couch moving?"

"What?" I asked, forgetting about my lie. Then, remembering what he was talking about, I hastily recovered, "Oh, it was okay; nothing really interesting. By the time we were done, I figured it was too late to hang out you. That's why I didn't call."

"I figured something like that," Mike replied. "Hey," he added a second later as we walked into his kitchen, "I'm just about to go pickup lunch from Marco's Pizza. You want a sub or something? My dad's paying."

"In that case, I'll take a small veal cutlet, light on the sauce," I responded.

"You got that, dad?" Mike asked.

"Yep, his father answered while reaching into his wallet. Then, handing Mike the cash, he added, "There ya go. Don't speed on the way there, either. The last thing you need is another ticket."

"I know," Mike answered.

"I hope so," his dad replied with a look of doubt.

"Alright," Mike said as he turned to me," I'll be back in about twenty minutes."

"I'm not going with you?" I inquired.

"Not this time, my man. My car's full of exercise equipment that I'm dropping off at Mr. Regan's house along the way...that's how I managed to convince dad to spring for subs."

"Good move," I complimented him, "Guess I'll be watching some TV then."

"Make yourself at home, kiddo," Mike's dad offered.

"Ok, oh, and thanks for the sub, Ron," I addressed him: he was one of those dad's who preferred to be called by his first name.

"No problem, kiddo."

Mike left and I went into the other room, where I sat on the couch as usual and watched TV by myself. I was only in there five minutes when Tracy came walking in.

"Hey there!" She exclaimed as she ran up and hugged me, "How you been!"

"Oh, I'm great," I answered. "Good to see you. It's been a while."

"Yes, it certainly has. But, I'm sure you've been up to no good, as always, right?"

She asked with a smile.

You only know the half of it, I thought as I looked her over. God, she was fine. Today, she was wearing a lime-green halter top that exposed her tight, perfect belly and a pair of black jean-shorts that revealed a good part of her tanned, toned thighs. Her hair was in a ponytail, tied back with a pink scrunchy, and she'd used a lipstick that matched it.

"Yeah," I answered her coyly, "I just can't keep the women off me and they seem to always no how to cause trouble."

She giggled and slapped my shoulder. "You're too funny....and we're not as much trouble as we seem."

"Sometimes," I replied with a shrug.

"Hey," she said suggestively, "Can you help me out with something for a minute?"

"Sure."

Motioning for me to follow, she led me into her room. When we got there, she closed the door.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Can you help me get something out from under my bed?, It's too heavy for me to move." She replied.

"Alright." I walked over to her bed and knelt down, angling my head so I could see under it. Oddly enough, there was nothing under her bed. She knelt down next to me and whispered into my ear, "I know you took my panties."

"What...." I sprung up and smacked my head hard on the bottom of her bed. "Ahhh, Jesus!" I blurted out. As I rubbed the injury, Tracy gave me a solid push, knocking me onto her bed. Before I could rise, she was sitting on my chest.

"Want to know how I know?" She asked.

"How," I answered stupidly, realizing that I'd just given myself away.

"Because you were the only one here all week who would have, and I'd worn them just the night before.

"I...Ummm...." I couldn't think of anything to say. I knew I'd never be able to show up at Mike's again after this.

"You know," she went on, "Those were my favorite panties. They were so comfortable and cute. I knew they were missing the instant I did the wash. It took me a few days, but I eventually concluded that you were the culprit...Mike told me how you were alone in the house while he helped the neighbor. Don't worry," She added upon seeing my look of worry, "He doesn't know anything. I just kind of brought it up in a roundabout way."

"Oh, good," I sighed...yet there was still the matter of getting Tracy to somehow ignore this whole embarrassing situation. I had a feeling it would cost a lot of money. She was a smart girl, after all. I knew she'd be able to blackmail me quite effectively. "So...uhhh...I can, uhh, give them back and apologize, I suppose...I'm...uhh...."

"Oh, yes," Tracy said with a grin, "You will be giving them back to me, but not until I see you wear them."

"What?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"You heard me. You're a dirty little pervert and I want you to pay for it. You'll be so embarrassed, it will make up for your act."

"Alright, fine. I'll wear them. Just don't say anything to Mike, please."

"No one else will know as long as you follow through. Now, we'll go up and eat, then you can go retrieve my panties and come back later tonight. Don't worry about anything...Mike and my parent's are going out for dinner tonight and I'm planning on staying here. So it'll be just you and me. And I'm going to pay you back."

"Ok," I nodded.

I couldn't get out of there quickly enough. During lunch, Tracy kept shooting me knowing glances, and I did my best to keep my mouth full of veal. After spending a few more unpleasant hours at Mike's house, I went home, retrieved the panties, made an excuse for where I was going, and went back to meet Tracy.

Just as she'd said, no one else was home. She opened the door with a mischievous smile plastered across her face. The second she shut it, I held the panties out to her, hoping to get out of the situation as soon as possible. "Here you go," I said. She laughed and pulled her hand away.

"Not so fast, pervert," She told me. "We have an arrangement. If you don't want Mike, or my dad, to kill you for your dirty little deed, then we're going into my room and I'm going to see what you look like in them."

"Fine," I answered.

We entered Tracy's room and she locked the door behind me.

"Strip, pervert," she told me.

"You'll probably want to turn around," I suggested.

"Nothing I haven't seen before," she said. "I mean to embarrass you completely. I want you turning red whenever you see me. That involves seeing your naked winky. So strip now, otherwise I tell Mike."

Sweating like a pig, I nervously unbuttoned my pants and took them off.

"Now your shirt," Tracy commanded.

I slipped it over my head and let it drop to the floor. I was now standing in my briefs under Tracy's scrupulous eye.

"Keep going, you disgusting pig," Tracy ordered. Keeping my eyes to the floor, I lowered my briefs, allowing my dick to come swaying out. "Look at me, pervert." Tracy told me. By now I was bright red. I looked at her. She was grinning pleasantly.

"Your dick is much bigger than I'd thought," She said plainly, "But you're still a pervert. I bet you cummed in my panties, didn't you?"

"Uhhh..."

"Answer me truthfully or I'll tell Mike and all my friends. You won't be able to show your face in this town again."

"Yes, I did," I admitted shamefully.

"I knew it. I knew it!" She exclaimed. "I bet you shot a big load in them thinking about me, didn't you? I bet you soiled my favorite panties with your dirty spunk."

"Yes, yes," I admitted. At the moment, I just wanted to crawl somewhere and die.

"Put them on then, and feel your own spunk," she told me.

Much like before, I put her tight, cute panties on. As they pressed against my crotch, I began to get hard.

"Look at you," she said sternly, "You pervert! You're getting a boner."

"Sorry," I apologized.

"Sorry won't cut it," she told me, "for that, I'm taking a picture of you. Don't move."

"No, please Tracy, don't..." I pleaded as she reached for her digital camera.

"Don't worry, pervert. I won't post it on the internet. I just intend to keep this for future reference. If I find you wrong me again, I'm gonna have this picture to use against you, understand?"

I nodded.

She snapped the first picture. I winced.

"That's good, but I want to see more," she told me.

"No Tracy, one's enough, please let me just get going."

"Fine, get going, but I'm showing this to my dad."

"Oh Jesus, no!"

She nodded and smiled.

"Fine," I complied, "What more do you want?"

"I want to see you erect in my panties."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, now start jerking, pervert."

I did as told. My dick began to get harder and larger until it once more strained against the sensual garment.

"Just like that," Tracy said as she snapped another picture.

By now, I was beginning to feel good. My erect penis seemed to overwhelm my sense of shame. I needed to cum.

"Keep jerking," Tracy told me, "And use both hands."

I did as she said. She snapped another picture in the process.

"I think I'm gonna cum," I told her.

"Do it now, or I'm telling Mike," she said with enthusiasm.

I groaned and began to pump my love-juice into the panties. She continued snapping pictures as I did.

"Oh, wow," I exclaimed.

"Look what you've done!" Tracy said. "Look how soiled those are. Take them off this instant."

I did. Tracy reached over and grabbed them from me.

Then, unexpectedly, she stuck her tongue out, put them up to her mouth, and started licking my jizz off them, giving me a sexy look all the while.

"I must admit," she said when done, "I was so turned on when I thought of you taking my panties that I never planned on going to Mike."

"What?" I was dumbfounded.

"You heard me, pervert. I'd never given much thought to you, what with you being Mike's best friend, but since you took my panties I was really flattered. I never knew you thought of me in that way."

"Oh, well, ever since I saw you heading to the bathroom half naked, I've been incredibly attracted to you," I admitted, growing hard again as Tracy rubbed her favorite panties in her hands.

"Good," She added, "Because I'm so horny now I can't stand it and my parents won't be back for at least an hour. I want you to fuck me."

I smiled broadly. This can't be happening.

"Or what?" I grinned.

"Or I tell Mike," she grinned back.

"Then strip, bitch," I told her. "It's my time for payback."

Tracy took off her clothes, teasing me as she did. When she was completely naked, her body was as wonderful as I'd imagined. Her nipples were nice and pointy, her breasts were firm and supple, her skin was smooth and faultless, and her pussy looked as tight as I'd pictured it.

"Put those dirty panties on," I told her. "I want to fuck you like I've been dreaming about since I caught you heading to the shower."

She smiled and slid the now cum-stained panties on, rubbing the spot that I'd cummed into against her pussy vigorously.

I stood up and began to kiss her passionately, feeling her tight ass as I did. I ran my hands all over her body, feeling her breasts and erect nipples, and then slid a hand over her smooth mound. She moaned as I did.

Pushing the panties to the side, I slid a finger into her. It felt so good. Once that finger was thoroughly soaked, I took it out and held it to her mouth. She tasted her own pussy and smiled. I stuck two fingers in her this time, and began to pump her with them. She moaned some more, and I added a third, hardly fitting it inside. After giving her another opportunity to taste herself, I turned her around and bent her over her bed. Her ass formed a perfect heart shape.

"Wiggle that ass for me," I told her. She started to shake it back and forth. I slapped it hard in response.

"Again." She told me.

I slapped her harder, then a few more times. By now, my dick was raging and I just had to mount her from behind. Sliding the panties over, I started to stick myself into her.

"Oh fuck," I exclaimed as I tried to get in her, "That's the tightest pussy ever!" Indeed, I wasn't exaggerating. By the time I was actually completely inside her, a solid five minutes had passed and I was almost ready to cum. Instead, though, I fought the urge and began to pump away at her, squeezing her sweet ass as I did. She began to moan loudly, even with her face buried into a pillow. I pumped her harder, and harder, and faster, continuing to squeeze and slap her ass.

"Yes, baby, give it to me!" She screamed.

I pulled her hair and then pushed her panties aside so I could get a thumb in her butt. Spitting on her asshole, I pushed my thumb in and she informed me that she was about to cum. I felt her pussy muscles tighten and soon her juice was drenching my big dick. After a few more minutes of hard pounding, I too was about to cum. I pulled out of her and aimed over her ass. The first burst shot way past her, actually hitting the wall and dripping down. The second went in her hair, the third in her face as she turned to see, and the next three all over her ass and panties.

"Oh, God, that was so good!" I smiled with satisfaction.

"I wish I'd known your dick was so big years ago," she told me. "I would've let you take my virginity and tear me apart every single day."

"Well," I said, all smiles, "I can still tear you apart every day."

"I look forward to it."

For the next few minutes, we lied on her bed and embraced each others' naked body. After washing up, she told me I should probably get going, and that we'd have to find a way to see each other soon. I agreed wholeheartedly, kissed her, and then turned to go. Before I reached her bedroom door, she called to me. I spun around. She flung her panties at me.

"Here," She giggled, "You keep them and continue pumping your cum into them. I want them covered for the next time I wear them."

"Can do," I laughed.

Fortunately for me, the next time wasn't long off. Nor were the dozens of other times after. The best part was, Tracy and I decided to keep our relationship secret from everyone, which made it all the more exciting and passionate each time we fucked. I must say, even if I never find an actual girlfriend, I know my best-friend's sister will spread her legs anytime, and I'm happy with that.

Busted

I watched as her little green car pulled in next to mine, and my heart skipped a beat. I had been coming to this Laundromat at basically the same time every Sunday afternoon for over a year. It was the best time I had found, since there was never anyone else here at this time, and I didn't have to worry about not finding an available washer or dryer. About seven or eight weeks ago this one woman came in while I was there, and she had been coming every week since then. She never hung around, she just put her clothes into the machine and left, returning to dry them, and returning once again to take them home.

I was attracted to her from the start. She was an inch or two taller than I, so my guess was that she was right around 6 feet tall. She was of slender build but not too thin. She always wore jeans that accentuated her long legs and rather nicely shaped butt, but loose fitting tops, as though she was trying to hide her bust. Loose fitting or not, it was obvious that she wasn't overly blessed in the breast department, which was actually one of the things I found so attractive, not being overly fond of large boobs. If I had to guess I would say she was an A-cup, possibly a small B. As I stole subtle glances at her over the past several weeks I noticed the occasional outline of a nipple pushing lightly against the fabric of her tops, which led me to believe that she probably didn't bother much with bras.

Her light brown hair was feathered back in the front and hung loosely to her shoulder blades. Though it was mostly straight, there were some loose waves once it reached her shoulders. Her face was slender as well, matching her overall build, with high cheekbones, a small pert nose, and what appeared to be brown eyes. She always appeared to be smiling even when she wasn't. She wasn't stand out in a crowd beautiful, but I found her quite sexy in an average, 30-something, girl-next-door kind of way.

I peered over the top of the magazine I was reading, trying not to be obvious as I checker her out. As usual, today she wore a pair of faded well-worn, low-rise jeans. Her top was a brown and rust, paisley patterned, smock of sorts. As always, it was very loose fitting, and was cut so the front and back angled to a point at her hips, and up the sides, exposing a surprisingly curvy waist. It was hung from her bare shoulders by a pair of thin straps that were long enough that the top left her underarms exposed, but not long enough to allow for even a hint of cleavage.

I watched as she transferred her clothes from the washer to a dryer, started it up and left. On her way out she passed within a few feet of my chair, but avoided any glance in my direction. I watched as she backed out and drove away before returning my attention to my magazine.

About 20 minutes later I heard my washer finally finish and got up to put them in a dryer. On the way back to my seat I stopped and watched her clothes spin around in her dryer. I checked the timer, noticing that they would be done in another 12 minutes. I looked out the window to make sure no one would be coming in, and then I opened her dryer. I reached in, tossing her clothes around until I spotted a lavender thong. I quickly removed it, placed it in my pocket, and restarted her dryer. I quickly glanced all around to make sure no one had come in to see what I had done before returning to my seat.

"READ MORE!"

I have never had much luck with women. I didn't think I was bad looking, but I also didn't have any illusions about myself either. I wasn't going to be fawned over by drooling women when I walked down the street. I'm pretty shy to begin with, and the thought of approaching an attractive woman usually scares the hell out of me. I can't dance, so it's useless for me to hit the dance clubs, and as a result, I haven't been with a woman since my last girlfriend dumped me for a co-worker more than a year ago.

The frustrations brought on by my sexual inactivity were kept in check only by my daily masturbation sessions. I wished I owned stock in a personal lubricant company, at least then I could get back some of what I spent on the stuff every other week.

From the moment I first saw her I spent every night lying awake fantasizing about her, which of course led to many stroke sessions. Three weeks ago, and I'm still not sure exactly why, as I had never done anything like it before, I had this uncontrollable need to have something of hers. I know it sounds stupid and really pathetic, but I knew I was never going to have balls enough to actually talk to her, and I was desperate enough in my horniness, and lust for her, that I thought an article of her clothing was about the closest I'd ever get to being with her. As I rooted around in her dryer that first time it was confirmed that the girl didn't even own a bra, which I thought was sexy as hell. I found a pair of panties, and figured that surely she wouldn't notice them being missing. I thought that she'd just assume that they disappeared with the occasional sock that dryers somehow manage to eat. The fact that they were in contact on a regular basis with a part of her that I'd give just about anything to be face-to-face with, made my cock start to swell as soon as they were in my pocket.

Last week, the urge hit me again, and now here I was stealing yet another pair of her undies. I knew it was risky, that sooner or later she'd notice them being gone, but I couldn't help myself.

I was in the process of folding my clothes when she returned. Usually she folded her shirts and jeans and just threw the socks and underwear in the basket and left. Today, however she did something that scared me. She actually went through and folded her socks and panties. "Oh shit!" I thought to myself, "she's going to notice!" When she opened the dryer and looked back inside to see if anything was still in there, I knew she realized something was missing.

I practically slumped to the floor in relief when she grabbed her basket and walked out. When she came back in a minute later, my heart sank and a sudden rush of adrenaline pumped through my veins. "Fuck!" I thought, "I'm busted!"

Sure enough, she walked straight over to me. I tried to pretend I didn't notice her, all the while I'm freaking out. I thought I was going to die when she stopped at my folding table. "Can I ask you a question?" she asked, as I tried to avoid looking at her.

The two or three seconds during which I tried desperately to figure a way out of this seemed like an eternity. Realizing that I had no other options, I finally looked up and stammered nervously "Uh...Yeah...I...I guess."

"Have you been stealing my underwear?" she asked, the tone of her voice sounding slightly irritated, but also strangely curious. My eyes grew wide and my jaw dropped a bit as I tried to come up with a way to deny her accusation. Noticing the panicked look on my face, she continued, "Relax, I'm not gonna call the cops, I just want to know. I mean, it seems that every week lately I've lost another pair of underwear, and you're the only one here every time."

I looked back down at my clothes in embarrassment and shame, and uttered a barely audible "Yeah."

"Look, I'm really, really sorry, I don't know why..." I stammered.

"It's OK," she interrupted, "I mean it's a little weird and all. I just want to know why. You don't wear them do you?" she asked, her voice strangely void of anger or disgust.

I looked up into her hazel-brown eyes, for the first time noticing how strikingly beautiful they were. "No... I don't...I...uh..." I stuttered as I searched desperately for a less embarrassing explanation than the truth.

Leaning toward me slightly, she lowered her voice to a whisper and finished the sentence that I couldn't. "You masturbate with them?"

Once again I averted my eyes in shame from her intensely inquisitive gaze. "Yes," I finally admitted, as beads of sweat formed on my brow.

"OK, well definitely a little strange...but why mine?" she responded in a light-hearted voice.

I nervously avoided her gaze as I answered, "I dunno...I haven't been with a woman in a long time...and well, uh...you're...you're gorgeous."

She laughed at my reply. "Oh...Well, OK, If you say so. So what... you're... fucking me while you play with my undies?" I had no choice but to nod embarrassingly in response to her question. "Well, I guess that's kind of flattering...in a weird way," she laughed.

Neither of us spoke for several seconds. "OK, well, I gotta get going," she began, "Thank you for honest with me." She turned and began to walk away. She only took a few steps before she stopped and turned to me. "Can you do me a favor?" she asked with a smile.

"Yeah, sure."

"Can I get them back when you're done with them? Otherwise pretty soon I won't have any left, and then what are you gonna do?"

I laughed nervously, "Yeah. I mean, of course."

"OK...good," she replied as she bounced out the door.

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Chapter Two

All week long I looked forward to seeing her again, relieved that she didn't call the police, and rather turned on that she didn't seem to mind all that much. The days seemed to take forever to pass, and I must admit, my poor cock was sore from repeated jerk-off sessions.

Her car was already there the following Sunday when I arrived a little later than usual at the Laundromat. When I walked in she was sitting down reading a magazine, something she had never done before. She looked up at me a smiled. "Hi there! I was beginning to think you were going to try to avoid me."

I laughed shyly. "No, I just got hung up with other stuff," I replied, hoping I wouldn't have to admit that I snuck one last pud-pulling session with her thongs before I had to give them back. I only wished that they smelled more of her and less of fabric softener.

"Good," she replied. "Well, you got something for me?" she asked, still smiling, not wasting any time exchanging small talk.

"Uh, yeah...I should wash them for you first," I replied sheepishly.

"They were clean when you took them out of the dryers. Do they really need it?" she pressed, apparently taking pleasure from my obvious discomfort.

I groaned to myself. It was bad enough that she busted me taking them, then making me admit what I did with them, now she was going to make me admit that I had cum in them as well. I just wanted to crawl in a hole and die.

I put my basket down, and took the lavender thong off the top of the pile. "Well, these are still pretty clean, but...um...I really should wash the others," I replied trying to avoid looking at her.

"I see," she said as she took the thong from me with a strange smile on her face.

I quickly went and began to throw my clothes into a washer, hoping to avoid any further interaction. Once that was done, I sat down a couple chairs away from her, knowing that in doing so I could be opening myself up to further humiliation, and grabbed a magazine.

Neither of us said a word for several minutes. I tried a few sideways glances at her, hoping she wouldn't notice. I knew she had more in store for me when I saw that she still had this same strange smile on her face, like a cat who knew she had the mouse hopelessly cornered.

I knew I was not going to enjoy whatever she decided to do. Finally she spoke. "So...what exactly do you do with them? I mean obviously you cum in them, since they need to be washed, but you could just use a tissue for that. So why do you need my underwear?"

I groaned. This girl was just having way too much fun with this. I almost wished she had just called the cops. I knew she wasn't going to let me off the hook, no matter how hard I tried to sidestep the whole thing. Finally I took a deep breath and answered her. "Well, they're yours, and uh...they're soft, and..." I grimaced as I let the rest slip softly from my lips, "they smell nice."

"There, I said it, can we just drop it now?" my brain screamed.

"Oh, so you like my fabric softener?" she teased.

"It's OK, I guess," I responded, my voice reflecting my irritation a bit more than I had planned.

"Mm-hmmm..." she replied before falling silent.

For several minutes we sat there without speaking, and I prayed that she would leave me alone to suffer my humiliation in solitude. When her washer finished it's cycle she got up, moved everything into a dryer, and returned to her seat. I never once looked up, fearful of giving her any invitation to ridicule me once again.

The minutes passed interminably slowly. I practically jumped from my chair when my washer finished. I swapped my clothes into a dryer about as slowly as humanly possible, but I still had no choice than to sit down and take my chances with her yet again.

As I returned to my seat I could have swore I saw her shaking slightly, like she was trying to stifle laughter. I wondered what more could she possibly do to me as I sat down and buried my face between the pages of the magazine I was having little luck trying to read. It was only then that I noticed that I had been leafing through the pages of Cosmo and hadn't even noticed. "What the fuck!" I thought to myself. I put the magazine back and tried to find something a bit more masculine. The options were few and I ended up having to settle for a three month old copy of People.

After several minutes of silence, I was starting to relax and think that maybe she had finally gotten her kicks at my expense and was going to leave me alone. No such luck. Out of nowhere she said cheerfully, "By the way...I'm Karen. If you're gonna steal a girl's underwear you should at least know her name, don't you think?" I couldn't help but burst out laughing. She was having way too much fun busting my balls, but I couldn't help but find her statement humorous.

I tried for several moments to come up with a witty response, but couldn't. She put her magazine down, turned to me and asked playfully, "And the pervert's name is?" I looked her in the eyes and we both lost it, laughing like a couple of kids.

Once I regained control I replied, "I'm Dan."

She extended her hand to me. "Well, Dan the panty thief, nice to meet you."

I took her hand in mine, shaking my head and chuckling at her reference to me, and replied, "Same here."

We proceeded to chat idly about the weather and actually ended up having a relatively normal conversation before we noticed that both our dryers were done.

We continued to make some innocent small talk as we folded our clothes. I handed her back the other two pairs of underwear that I had of hers, a thong and a pair of pink bikinis, and mumbled an apology. She took them and thanked me. Her next statement, however, caught me completely off guard.

"Listen," she said, "you seem like a pretty sweet guy, aside from your bizarre laundry habit." She paused for a moment, apparently searching for the right words, before continuing, "And I know it must have been embarrassing enough without me teasing you like I did...even though you know you deserved every bit of it, right?" There was nothing I could do but nod in agreement. "OK, and since you were honest and didn't try to deny it..." she paused and looked down as if embarrassed, "..and, I hate to say it, but it does kind of turn me on knowing you find my panties so exciting that you had to take them...so I'm not gonna leave you empty handed." She looked up long enough to see my surprised expression, then quickly looked away, fidgeting nervously. "So..." she went on, "You can pick any pair you want out of my basket."

"Really?" I asked eagerly.

"Yeah, really," she replied looking me right in the eye, a nervous smile on her face.

"I was even going to give you another pair to pick from, but...." she said, before drifting off.

"But what?" I asked, my curiosity rising.

"Nothing," she replied, looking away at the clothes she was folding.

After what she put me through, I thought it was only fair to get a little good-natured payback. "Oh, no, no," I said, laughing. "You're not getting off that easy. You wouldn't let me off the hook."

She looked at me and groaned at the point I made. We stared into each other's eyes unblinkingly for several seconds before she decided that she may as well 'fess up, that I probably wasn't going to drop it. Her beautiful eyes darted about anxiously as she prepared her answer. "Well..." she began, her hands fidgeting rather than folding clothes, "I thought maybe you might like something a little lighter on the fabric softener."

"Yeah..." I urged.

Rolling her eyes, she turned away from me and, looking back over her shoulder, hooked her thumb in the waistband of a black, satin g-string she was wearing, and held it out over the waist of her jeans. "These. I just put them on before coming here," she said in exhasperation.

I just stood there for a while, stunned. All I could muster after regaining my composure was, "Seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously," she replied, feigning annoyance.

Shocked. Stunned. Incredulous. I was all of those, but I was still aware that I would probably never, ever get an offer like this again, so I wasted no time responding. "I'll take those then!" I said with a broad smile, pointing to her waist.

"No...you can't," she protested mildly.

"Why not?" I asked. "You said you were going to let me pick those if I wanted."

"That was before," she stated evenly.

"Before what?"

"Just...before!"

"Uh-Uh, c'mon, before what?" I pressed.

Throwing a pair of socks she had been mangling onto the table, she turned to me, looking surprisingly vulnerable, even embarrassed. "Before I spent the past hour and a half dripping into them!" she cried, turning away to avoid my eyes. "Damn, all I can think about is what you look like when you're alone with them, and..." She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. She nervously brushed her hair from her face as she looked down. "Oh God, I'm a sick puppy," she mumbled with an uncomfortable laugh.

"Hah!" I began, feeling amusingly superior at the moment, "I'm worse then, 'cuz if they're wet, they're the ones I want."

"No," she replied meekly.

"Listen," I said in mock anger, "I hate your fabric softener, I want those."

She studied me for a moment, and began to laugh. Noticing that I wasn't laughing, she asked if I was serious. "Absolutely!" I replied. She looked at me with her head tilted slightly to the side as if trying to figure out if I was playing or not. After a minute or so, she made a couple false starts toward the restroom, then, looked back at me. She started to smile and blush as though I had paid her an incredible compliment.

"I want them back," she said as she turned and walked to the ladies room. My cock began to swell as I checked out her ass as she walked. A couple minutes later she came out and strode quickly to my table with her head down. She was looking at the floor but I think she may have also noticed the slight bulge in my jeans from under the table. She reached out a clenched fist to me, depositing a neatly rolled pair of satin undies in my hand. "I guess you really did want these," she smirked as she glanced down at my restrained cock. "Just do me a favor," she said, "Wait 'til I leave before you start checking them out."

With that she threw the rest of her clothes, folded or not, into her basket. She picked it up and paused briefly. She then shocked me again by leaning over quickly and kissing me on the cheek and whispering, "Have fun!" in my ear. I rubbed myself through my jeans as I watched her long legs and cute little bottom walk out, get in her car, and leave.

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Chapter Three

For the entire week I barely managed to think about anything other than her and her black g-string. When my cock wasn't too sore from overuse, I held them to my face and masturbated as I fantasized about making love to her. Other times, I'd take them out of my drawer just to hold them to my face, losing myself in her heavenly scent, which had begun to fade as the days passed, but was still unmistakable.

Sunday finally arrived and I had jitters all day, eagerly looking forward to seeing her again. At this point there wasn't much she could do to embarrass me any more than she already had, so I wasn't worried about that, and her attitude about this whole thing just intrigued the hell out of me. It was certainly not the reaction I would have expected.

I was somewhat disappointed when I pulled in and didn't see her car, but not overly concerned. When I got inside, however, and noticed that all the machines were empty, my heart sank. I glumly started my load of laundry and grabbed a seat.

My gloom turned to giddiness about 20 minutes later when I saw her pull in. She walked in, looking pretty flustered and dropping her basket on the floor. "Hi, how are.." I started to say.

"Hang on!" she implored, "I gotta pee. Be right back!"

With that, she practically ran to the bathroom. I noticed that instead of her customary jeans, today she wore a jean skirt, cut a couple inches above the knee. It showed off her legs nicely, but I thought her ass looked better in the jeans. It didn't much matter though, she was here, and I felt like a schoolboy with his first crush.

I watched the door close behind her and stole a quick glance at her laundry basket. There were several pairs of thongs, and bikini's right on top. I liked her taste in undergarments, nothing too frilly or lacey, but very colorful and down-to-earth sexy. I wasn't going to be able to fight the urge for a closer look, so I didn't bother trying. I looked quickly back toward the restroom as I got up and walked around the table. Satisfied that I had minute or so before she returned, I squatted down and ran my hand over them. They felt so soft and sexy. I picked up a pair of tiny, teal bikinis and held them to my face, inhaling deeply. Her sweet, musky scent was intoxicating. I closed my eyes, and drifted away briefly.

"See anything you like?"

Startled, I jumped, still clutching her underwear, and saw her standing there beside me, her face lit up with a big grin. I hadn't even heard her approach. Embarrassed, I quickly dropped the panties back into her basket. "Actually...yes," I replied, smiling shyly, as I casually looked her over from head to toe. My eyes paused briefly on her white cotton tank top. It wasn't really form-fitting, but was certainly a bit tighter than what she normally wore, and her nipples were clearly evident as they pushed against the fabric.

Blushing, she responded, "Oh, and here I thought you only liked my undies."

"No, not just them," I replied.

I watched as she grabbed her clothes and put them in the washer. I returned to my seat and grabbed a magazine to pretend to read. When she had finished she took the seat right next to mine. My heart skipped a beat. She was close enough that I could smell the shampoo she had used on her hair, and I could almost feel the heat of her body. My cock began to swell as I thought about how much I wanted to ravish her right there on the spot.

For a minute or two she leafed quickly though a magazine she had picked up, obviously not reading it. Finally she threw it back in the rack and turned to me, crossing her lovely legs, and placing her elbow on the back of her chair, resting her head in her hand. "So-o..." she began, "Did you enjoy my wet, nasty g-string?"

"Hell yeah!" I replied, enthusiastically.

"What is so damned fascinating about them? I mean seriously, what is it about my panties that gets you off so much?" she asked inquisitively.

"I don't know," I replied bashfully, "They're yours...and all I can think of is how badly I want to..." I didn't finish the sentence. I mean, you can't just blurt out to a woman that you want to fuck her so badly you can taste it. That would usually be enough to get a good slap in the face, or worse.

"How badly you want to what, sleep with me?" she asked.

Our eyes met and I hesitantly admitted that I wanted her. "Why?" she asked, "What's so special about me that you have to jerk off with my underwear?"

"C'mon, you're beautiful. I mean...you're about the sexiest woman I've ever met," I said truthfully.

She laughed. "I think you need your eyes checked!" she said.

I replied that I was serious. "Yeah, right!" she laughed, "I'm too tall, I'm skinny, I got no boobs...."

"Are you kidding?!" I asked incredulously. "You have great legs, a really nice butt, you're very pretty. God, you've got the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen... and I happen to like your boobs!" I said, looking down at her chest.

She blushed and smiled awkwardly. "You are definitely a strange one," she said, "Strange but sweet."

We stared into each other's eyes without saying a word for several minutes. I fought to control the urge to lean forward and kiss her. In the end I said the hell with it and tentatively leaned forward, my eyes never leaving hers. I half expected her to pull away, but instead she leaned toward me, and our lips met. Lightly at first, almost nervously, we kissed, the sensation sending jolts of electricity through me, and blood rushing into my cock. I placed my hand behind her head feeling her soft hair caress my fingers. I held her gently and parted her lips with my tongue. She sighed softly and caressed my tongue with hers. While soft and tender at first, the kiss became more passionate, and soon we were both panting and moaning with desire.

Time lost all meaning, and the seconds soon turned into minutes, neither of us wanting to be the one to break the embrace. Too soon though, we were brought back to earth by the sound of her washer shutting off. There was only silence now outside of the sound of our heavy breathing. Reluctantly our lips parted and we looked into each other's eyes. She was the first to speak. "We should ummm..." she said, pointing to the washers.

"Yeah, we should," I agreed breathlessly, pulling her to me once again.

At some point, though I barely remember how, we managed to regain our composure long enough to put our clothes in the dryer. I do remember pinning her against the stack of dryers, my arm around her waist, hers around my shoulders, our bodies pressed tightly together, our tongues dancing seductively with one another. I remember brushing my free hand up over her hip, across the soft curve of her slender waist, and coming to rest cupped around her soft breast. A stifled moan escaped her lips as I brushed my thumb lightly across her large, firm nipple as it pressed defiantly against the fabric covering it. Incredibly, it seemed to swell even more under my touch until it was nearly as long as my thumb was wide. She responded by rubbing her thigh against the large bulge in my jeans. It was my turn to moan.

Once again it took the sound of our machines shutting down to break our passionate embrace. We looked deep into each other's eyes, Karen biting her lower lip and looking so innocent that my heart just melted. Without speaking we each began emptying our dryers and folding our clothes, still shaking from desire and nervous energy.

When I came to her satin g-string, I gave it back to her, hoping to be offered another pair in return, but she merely took them and continued what she was doing. I puzzled over her lack of a response for a couple minutes, wondering if she was regretting what had transpired over the past hour or so.

Finally, she broke the uncomfortable silence. "If you want the ones I'm wearing, you'll have to get them yourself," she said quietly.

I stood in stunned silence for several seconds as the reality of what she said sank in. My cock throbbed painfully, desperately wanting to be free of the denim confining it. I placed my hand on her arm and gently spun her around, leaning her back against the table. Looking into her eyes, I slowly began lifting her skirt up to her waist. As I did so she caught her breath and bit her lower lip. I slowly squatted down until my face was only inches from her pussy. My eyes never left hers as I slipped my hands under her hiked up skirt, inside the waistband of her thong, and down over her round bottom. Her eyes grew wide and she inhaled sharply as my hot hands caressed and squeezed her firm, taut butt. With my finger I gently eased the soft fabric of her thong out of it's warm home nestled deep between her round cheeks.

I traced my hands along the inside of the waistband, around her soft thighs until they came together above her pussy. Her skirt had fallen down around my arms so I couldn't have seen her sexy thighs or panties even if I were able to pry my eyes away from hers. I could feel the soft curls of an apparent landing strip on the backside of my index fingers. Her beautiful eyes had become glassy with desire from having my hands less than a heartbeat away from her most sensitive of spots. She placed her hands on the edge of the table to steady herself. I could feel her legs begin to tremble slightly, and the gentle rise and fall of her small breasts told me her breathing was becoming more rapid and shallow.

She sucked in her breath as I gently pushed down and felt the waist of her thong slide off her hips and down onto her thighs. I allowed her thong to slip from my grasp and caressed the outside of her soft thighs. Her expression was one of desperation, begging me with her eyes to touch her where she most needed it. I reached around with my left hand a carefully massaged her ass. I reached my right hand between her legs and gently rubbed her pussy through the damp crotch of her thong while she closed her eyes and allowed a brief shiver to course through her body.

Her pussy felt like a moist furnace as I rubbed it tenderly. I could feel the soft bulge of her swollen labia and my cock twitched, smearing a large drop of pre-cum on my thigh. I wondered if there was anything about this woman that wasn't perfect. I slid her panties down to her knees and cupped her pussy in my hand, my palm instantly slick with her juices. "Oh my God," she murmured, her eyes clenched shut. I slid my hand back, letting her large lips hang between my fingers. I squeezed them together slightly, trapping her velvety soft petals between them, and rubbed her in small circular motions. I let her enjoy the sensations for a minute or so, before turning my attention back to removing her panties.

Her eyes opened and she watched as I slid them down past her knees. I reached behind one knee and lifted her leg allowing them to slip off her foot. I did the same with the other leg, then, still looking up at her, I rolled them up and pushed them into my pocket. I stood slowly until we were face to face, reached behind her, drawing her to me, and kissed her deeply.

"I want you!" I whispered hoarsely after breaking our embrace.

"You have no idea," she said, sucking my lower lip briefly. "Soon," she promised, "but right now I gotta run."

"Oh no, already?" I pouted in exaggerated disappointment.

"Yeah, I need to pick up some batteries before the stores close," she said as she scooped the rest of her clothes into her laundry basket. She turned to me smiling, and said, "My poor vibrator's gonna be working overtime tonight!"

She leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips. "Have fun!" she said cheerfully, patting the pocket that contained her undies. She brushed her hand lightly across the bulge of my swollen cock, picked up her laundry and was gone.