Denise

Again my cock failed to lower after the event as I placed the soiled panties back into the hamper and dug around for more.

Low and behold I found one more set that were quite similar in appearance to another pair in her bedroom drawer. They had obviously been worn recently and had the bonus of a pubic hair that was stuck to a large stain on the gusset. I could smell her ass on these too which actually intrigued me greatly so I pocketed those and replaced the hamper as best I could from memory.

I then proceeded to walk back to her bedroom to check that I had left it as it was the previous evening. It all looked okay but I sensed that I could have had a party in there and no-one would have known such was the mess in the place.

So, with Denise's panties in my pocket, I exited their home, left the door unlocked for later pursuits, and headed home to spend the afternoon jerking off on my new pair of panties! I must admit I spent some of that afternoon in the privacy of my own home wearing those panties just because I could!

Later that evening I was planning my next foray into Denise's panties when I was stunned by noises and car doors slamming next door. Peaking through the curtains of our house I saw that Denise and her idiot husband had returned home. Shit! What about the front door? I was supposed to lock it. They'll know now won't they? She'll know. They'll lock me up with all the perverts won't they? I was fucked I figured!

Without a plan I quickly ventured outside to see them both. He was already tearing into a bottle of beer before he even got out of the car and Denise was walking sullenly to their front door. Her shoulders were hunched and I sensed that she was upset about something. My paranoid mind convinced me it was me she was upset about and I was about to cop a 'pasting' for being a revolting pervert and doing 'unspeakable things' to her poor underwear!

As I reached her she was standing at the front door. She was holding the door open and when I arrived she turned to me with a quizzical expression on her face. Her face was saying, 'You left the door unlocked' but she said nothing, she just looked at me. As her husband neared us she said 'Oh, thanks for locking the door for us' but her eyes said so much more. I was sure her eyes said something like; 'Did you enjoy my panties? Did you like to look at them? Touch them? Did you lick them? Cum in them? You filthy little perverted bastard!'

He burped and shattered our connection. I said, 'No worries' and walked off, eager to escape her questioning gaze. I went home and sat on my bed looking at the cum stained panties in my hands for what seemed like hours. They almost spoke to me; 'You sick fuck. Why don't you pull yourself on us again?' So, I did.

From that afternoon onwards there was always something else between Denise and me -- something not said but perhaps mutually understood none the less. My paranoia abated over the coming days and life slipped back into normal, summer holiday routine.

Two weeks passed and my parents were once again off to spread their wings in some far flung location. I watched from my bedroom window as they disappeared down our street, Denise's panties wrapped deliciously around my cock and balls, my mind in overdrive.

Later in the afternoon I was watering our front garden, as per parental instructions, when Denise came into view. She was dressed in the usual gardening outfit of singlet and famers shorts, rolled up to display those powerful legs. Their car was not in the driveway so I had assumed they were out and I had been contemplating how I might break in to their house so I could 'refresh' my panty supply. My mind was halted when she made her way towards me, saying 'Hi' when she reached the point that both our yards met in a clump of low lying shrubs and flowering plants.

We spoke about mundane stuff for a short while, me not being able to offer her my eyes for fear she would see right through me and catch me out. At one point it seemed odd to me that she made it clear her husband was not at home. While we were talking she bent down and ruffled some flowers that were in a clump, loosening them so they could get more sunlight. Whilst doing this I noted her bra strap slid down her right arm as per usual but when she stood upright again she didn't 'jiggle' as she always did. It was then that the sensory information began to piece together in my brain -- the bra strap was red!

Tearing my eyes from the swatch of red I met hers and we were both silent for a short time. If I was not mistaken she almost seemed to push her arm forward to make the strap more pronounced. There seemed to be something between us -- something unsaid.

After what seemed like 10 minutes had passed, Denise asked me if I could help doing some gardening chores in their yard. I said I could and was mindful that I was staring at her bra strap again, the red material almost hypnotising me.

We walked into her yard, me following behind her watching her delicious ass sway. I wondered if she really had the special underwear on and my cock hardened at the immature thought that perhaps she was wearing it all for me. The red bra strap still dangled on her right arm and it was all I could do not to reach out and place it back on her shoulder for her.

What followed for the next 2 hours, until the sun faded into the afternoon horizon, was simple, hard work. We weeded garden beds, mowed lawns and clipped rose bushes -- me stealing glances at her strong body constantly. Soon, the front yard was in pristine condition and we both began to put away the gardening tools we had used into the small shed at the side of their house. With a handful of spades, clippers and buckets I stood at the door of the shed whilst Denise took the implements from me and placed them on hooks and on shelves.

As she received the last implement from me, a pair of garden shears, she turned her back to me and bent over at the waist to place them in a drawer. When she did this her singlet rode up her back, exposing her lower back to my prying eyes. My eyes centred on the waist band of her shorts and as she leaned further forward to close the drawer, I spied a flash of red satin. She 'was' wearing the special underwear and in my mind again, she was wearing it for me!

My cock burst at the front of my shorts and I became aware of the growing, slick pool of pre-cum that was almost saturating my underwear.

Denise turned to face me quickly and in doing so she had her eyes at the height of my waist for a brief moment -- surely she had to have seen the tent that had been erected in the front of my shorts? She couldn't have missed it.

As her gaze finally met mine I saw the hint of a smile creep into the corners of her mouth. However that just confused me as I pondered whether she was laughing at me or just smiling at my uncomfortable state.

'You're a good boy', she remarked to me. 'I really enjoy your company these days you know? Thanks so much for your help today. I know HE would never dream of helping make this house look nice'.

I saw a tear in the corner of her eye and, in a flash she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and hugged me. Our bodies were pressed together and I became very aware of my hardness pressing into her stomach as we embraced in the doorway of the shed. Her hands lightly rubbed my back and her head was buried in my neck as she sobbed lightly. My hands were on her back, the straps of her bra between my fingers.

We stood like this for some time, my cock seemingly getting harder and harder. Her sobbing soon subsided though and we separated in silence with me noting her gaze centred on my cock area and that made it jerk slightly in the confines of my shorts. She looked into my eyes and slowly bought her left hand up replacing the red bra strap on her shoulder, the same slight smile pervading her lips.

'Can I pay you for all your help with a free dinner?' she asked. 'I'm sure it'd be better than whatever it is you'll be heating up for your dinner tonight.'

I said I'd really like that and suggested I go home for a shower and to put some fresh clothes on. She said she'd need a shower too and that I could have one at her place if I liked. Of course I agreed and she ushered me inside, seemingly happy that she had a companion.

Of course I offered her the first shower and she took me up on that. She closed the door and I imagine she undressed for a short while until I heard the shower turn on. The little splashes of water I could hear indicated she was washing herself. I pictured her red, crotchless panties in a bundle on the floor with the same red bra next to them. My cock surged in my shorts and I contemplated a quick 'pull' just to settle my raging hormones, however the shower then turned off and I realised she would be out shortly.

I heard the door to the bathroom open and she yelled out, 'Shower's ready' so I headed toward the bathroom. Passing Denise in the hallway, I nearly had heart failure when I saw she had simply wrapped a towel around her body -- a short towel that hung just above where I figured her nipples were, down to the very top of her thighs. This accentuated her shapely ass and long legs and I got a great view of her cleavage as she padded past me, the same small smile edging her mouth.

Behind the closed bathroom door I finally was able to breathe again. I dropped my shorts and my dick sprang upwards, a rope of pre-cum leaking towards the floor immediately. I walked to the shower and was about to step when -- bang! The hamper!

Situated on the top of the lid, in blaze of glory, was her special underwear. The red bra had traces of perspiration on its cups and the panties below it were similarly damp. Not wasting time with the bra I fumbled for the panties and immediately felt their wetness when they were in my hands. The pungent aroma was obvious even before I put them to my nose and my licking tongue found a slick wetness around the edges of the crotchless part. Her cunt had been 'in' these panties less than 10 minutes ago and I was now licking the juice she had leaked while we were working together.

This connection aroused me enormously. Had she been wet in my company? Had she been turned on by our embrace outside? Did she play with the delicate folds of her cunt while she showered with me in the house?

My cock ached and I wrapped my hand around its base, gently stroking up and down its length, while licking, sniffing and sucking at her wet panties. I could feel the familiar throbbing in my temples, almost like a bang at this point. Then the hot, moist air of the bathroom was replaced by a sudden rush of fresh coolness -- the door was opening!

The next five seconds seemed to happen in slow motion. Denise had entered the bathroom in a flash and was confronted by the sight of me; cock in hand, her panties half in my mouth and half stretched across my face, beating away furiously. She had put a dressing gown on that was tied with a drawstring around the middle yet, in the state I was in, I still managed to notice that she was offering another glimpse of her cleavage to me. How 'gone' was I to notice that and yet still have my hand placed on my cock?

I stopped, she stopped, the world stopped. She looked at me, not with anger or hatred but with a seeming desire -- an emotion I became familiar with as I grew older.

My hand stopped its movement and she looked down as I halted. She stared at my throbbing, red cock for one second longer than was required and then met my eyes again. Her red panties, saturated with my saliva and her musky wetness, fell from my mouth to the floor silently.

We stood in silence for a moment and when she spoke it struck me that she wasn't even surprised by what she was witnessing.

'I just came in to get these' she said, no evidence of a waiver in her voice at all. Having said that she extended her hand and indicated the panties that lay on the floor at my feet. In doing this her hand was mere centimetres from the bobbing head of my cock and she seemed to hold it there again for longer than was required. I became aware of my breathing then and noticed my chest rising and falling quickly more out of fear than anything else.

Then, without a word, her extended left hand lightly touched the end of my cock. I expected her to recoil in some sort of shock but I became rooted to the spot when her hand stayed there, the bobbing, hardness of my dick making the head rub gently against her outstretched hand. She then moved her hand slightly, at once losing touch with the tip of my knob, but then her hand gently touched it again, folding itself around the girth, its heat surrounding me.

Our eyes met for the first time and I was again conscious of the little smile that pervaded the corner of her mouth. Quickly though, my eyes returned to my cock as her hand began to gently move up and down its length. She was pulling on my cock!

I let out what was supposed to be a breath but it ended up being a long moan, a signal she took to increase the tempo of her hand slightly. This elicited another guttural moan from me and in a short space of time she went from touching me to fully jacking me off.

My cock was slick on the underside and this let her hand glide up and down my shaft deliciously. I was very aware now of how smooth and soft her hand was as she jacked me, the moisture making slurp sounds as she continued. Her head was leaning on my shoulder and she was almost humming into my ear, whispering things I was unable to hear properly in my current state.

As she was standing on my right and using her left hand, this left her right hand free and I soon felt this hand circle my ball sack, producing some light, erotic pressure. She stroked my balls lightly and pulled my cock delicately, all the while continuing to hum in my ear.

I heard 'panties' escape her lips and with that I took in a huge breath and, as I let it out, I groaned in ecstasy as my cock pumped ropes of cum into the air in front of us. It seemed to me that it wouldn't stop and the pressure I was releasing made my head spin out of control. Her hand pumped on my dick as she squeezed the last of my load onto the floor. My lasting memory was looking down to see her red, crotchless panties covered in big, creamy dollops of my seed.

She was silent until my breathing settled, not taking her hand from my cock.

'Do you like my panties?' she asked in a quiet, hushed voice.

Without thinking I professed my feelings to her instantly; 'Yes... but I like them because they're yours'.

'Because they're mine' she repeated, before saying, 'Thanks. That actually makes me feel really good you know? Better than I have for many years'.

I didn't know what to say, how to respond. I had nothing to offer.

After a moment of quiet, she bent down and collected the panties from the floor, picking them up and watching the cum drip from the material, through her hands. She then reached past me to grab the bra and moved past me a few steps to place the items on top of the hamper again.

Turning to me she said, 'You'd better have a shower and get cleaned up' and she turned again, walked out of the room and shut the door.

I almost laughed out loud. Had that just happened? To me?

In the shower I was amazed again that my cock would not settle, even after the monumental cum I'd just had with Denise. I washed up, dried myself, put my dirty clothes back on and walked into the silent house. I heard some noise from the hallway and, not knowing where she was, I went looking for Denise.

I came across her as she walked toward her bedroom. As she entered the door, she paused, looked over her shoulder at me and then walked slowly into her room. She still had the dressing gown on that she had changed into after her shower.

Now, I wasn't the sharpest pencil in the box at this stage of life, so I stood in the hallway for probably around sixty seconds before I heard her gently call out my name. There was no request; she just called out my name.

I padded down the carpeted hallway and peered through her door. She was demurely seated at the foot of her bed on the half that she slept on -- the half that was made. When she sensed me in the doorway she looked up again, appearing somewhat startled by my presence at first.

I was about to mumble an apology or something similar when she simply said, 'You know, it is no good having a shower if you're going to wear dirty clothes. How about you take them off... for me?' The 'for me' bit wasn't lost on me -- I wasn't sharp but not completely stupid either!

I took two steps inside the room and began to undress, in front of her. She watched every split second of this performance until I finally removed my underwear and stood before her with another raging boner. This bought a little giggle from her and I realised it was quite possibly the first time I'd actually seen her enjoying something. It was certainly the first giggle I'd ever heard from her.

She reached out her hand beckoning me to come to her. I moved toward her slowly, my dick still comically bouncing around in front of me as I reached her by the side of the bed.

Denise smiled, lowered her eyes and reached out to again grasp my cock. Her touch sent a shiver through me and she laughed quietly to herself at the sudden twitch her touch elicited in me. Soon she was again running her smooth hand up and down my cock, the same hum coming from her slightly opened mouth that I'd heard in the bathroom minutes ago.

As her hand continued to pull me she bent her head towards my waist and stuck out her tongue to lick the tip of the head. An electric impulse surged through my very being, only to be superseded by another, moments later, when I felt her warm mouth envelope my cock head and begin to suck me. She tongued the underside of my shaft all the while wanking me into a state of oblivion. It was my first head job and it was all I had imagined it to be.

Her free hand settled again on my balls so she soon had me on my tip toes as she sucked, licked and pumped me toward a mind shattering cum. Her mouth was velvet like and very controlled. I saw stars as she pushed me over the edge, filling her mouth with my hot load and grunting as I unleashed it all.

She looked up at me, and made a point of showing me her mouth was empty -- she had swallowed my cum!

So I stood there, naked and with a sagging dick. All the while she looked at me with a warm smile on her face and I wondered whether we were 'finished'?

We weren't.

Without losing my eye, she reached down to undo the belt of her dressing gown and, when she had undone the knot, pulled the front part open to reveal her sensational breasts hanging between us. The nipples were a pink colour and seemed very erect. They were large and seemed quite heavy but I just about lost consciousness when I peered down between her legs.

There, less than one metre away from me, I could see the soft, brown curls of her cunt hiding between her muscular thighs. She looked down where I was gazing and, as she looked up again, her legs gently parted to reveal more of the furrow between. I saw the top of her slit and couldn't help noticing the pinkness of her cunt lips was almost identical to the pinkness of her nipples.

Denise seemed to enjoy the effect she was having on me and instantly pulled the dressing gown from her body in a swift movement, laying it down behind her and then leaning back on her elbows, showing off her body to me. Her heavy breasts drooped slightly to each side of her chest, which was rising and falling quickly with her heavy breathing. Her legs continued to part, exposing more and more of the detail of her heavenly pussy, until they were far enough apart for someone to move between. Realising this, I moved forward.

I knelt between her thighs and grazed my hands up and down the smooth skin on the inside. Each time I moved my hands toward her I moved them closer to the entrance of her cunt and her now somewhat familiar hum returned to fill my ears. In a short space of time my fingertips were grazing the pubic hair and outer lips on each forward stroke and soon I had my first real contact with her cunt. Its slippery softness almost overwhelming me and its scent captured in my nostrils.