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Denise lived next door to my family as I grew up in a small city in Australia. She was married to a guy who never grew up, drank a lot and treated her poorly. Their home was littered with his empty beer bottles and her empty dreams.

My Dad would often say she was a pretty woman who deserved a whole lot better in life. Denise was originally a country girl and in Australia that meant there was a certain something about her.

She came from a sheep and grain farming family and was used to hard, physical work. This also meant that she had muscularity to her feminine shape and ‘wiriness’ in her long limbs.

Denise was tall, with large, heavy, firm breasts atop a slim body. Her dark brown hair was always shiny I remember and whilst she seldom wore make-up, she was a young, attractive looking woman for a forty two year old. She hadn’t had children, which surprised me because she was a qualified teacher who seemed to love children.

My lasting memory of Denise to this day was that she would always work in a singlet shirt outside in her garden (in Australia they’re called ‘Wife Beater’ singlets) with ‘Farmer shorts’ that were rolled up to expose a fair portion of her thighs (Farmer shorts were pretty common, strong, canvas shorts in the 80’s in Australia). She would be so engaged in her work that most often her right bra strap would slip down onto her arm and she was forever jerking that arm upward to loop the strap back over her shoulder. That action would cause her right breast to jiggle deliciously and it was this jiggle that has etched itself into my mind for eternity.

Whilst there were other, prettier women in the local area for me to fantasise about in my late adolescence (I had just turned 18 at the time of this story), Denise was my next door neighbour and she was always close by. I had diarised in my mind all meetings with her on different levels that fuelled my masturbatory fantasies as a young adult.

Most common were the picture stills in my mind that were seared in my memory: a hint of breast flesh here, a cursory glance up the leg of her shorts to reveal pale blue panties, bending over in the garden to reveal a heart shaped ass atop long powerful legs — the list was, and still is, endless. I often lay on my bed in the stillness of night, furiously beating off to visions of her dressed in panties and bra with me holding her breasts or her allowing me to rub my fingers over her panty clad pussy, feeling the wetness seep through the thin gusset of material. I could never ‘last’ long enough to actually consider any sort of sexual penetration in my dreams — rather I was simply longing to touch her I suspect.

In fact, panties (and most specifically, her panties) had become one of my obsessions as my teen years faded. The fact that a woman’s panties were worn close to her pussy made them ‘private’ garments for me. My experiences with cousins and relatives had taught me that women’s panties were private — my cousin once screamed with disgust when I simply fingered a pair of her panties on the clothesline at her home one sunny afternoon. It caused a minor family breakdown and I remember, after the event, Dad had explained to me (under duress from Mum) that it probably wasn’t the best idea to play with a woman’s ‘private attire’ because, in his words, ‘Blokes don’t play with women’s undies mate.’ A typically Aussie Dad response.

However the sheer reaction from my cousin that afternoon had set me on the well trodden male path that, if women were not keen for me to see their panties, there must be something worth looking at! Thus I deduced if panties were my ‘thing’, then the next obvious step in my young, preoccupied male mind might appear to be having a pair of Denise’s!

And so it began.

My parents, freed from a life of child minding at my coming of age, had become expert travellers. They had been reticent to let me stay on my own at home during my early teen years. Thus, with their newfound freedom, each weekend saw them load up the car and take off to some sort of beach location around our state — often with friends who had also jettisoned their parental responsibilities, leaving their kids at home to fend for themselves.

In the summer of 1986 Mum and Dad were off every weekend, often arriving home on a Sunday evening just in time to unpack, sleep and wake the next day to head to work for the week.

So it was one particular weekend in ’86 that I stood on the driveway and waved them goodbye to the increasingly familiar sounds of arguing from next door. As my parents disappeared from sight down the road, my attention turned to Denise and her husband attempting to pack their own car for a weekend trip to visit her parents.

As I looked on, Denise struggled out the front door with two bags packed to splitting point wearing a patterned, summery dress that billowed in the afternoon cool breeze. Her gorgeous breasts jiggled with her effort and my eyes focused so I could commit this to memory for later that night. She offered me a warm smile which was quickly followed by a scowl as her dead head husband issued a torrent of abuse from within the house. Seeing her unsuccessfully attempt to swing the bags into the trunk of the car, I quickly jogged over the grassed area between our houses to help.

I offered her a ‘Hello’ and grabbed at the handle of the case in her right hand to help her out. She muttered a quick ‘Thankyou’ and I got an eye full of jiggling boob as her body adjusted to the lack of weight. Her Lavender smell was present as always and I could make out some panty lines through her cotton dress. I became fully aware of my pulse and heartbeat at that second.

Placing the bag in the trunk I turned and saw her smile at me warmly, even placing a hand on my shoulder to thank me silently with her eyes. The softness of the moment hardened as her husband announced his presence, a large burp and a request to ‘Hurry the Fuck up!’ breaking the spell between us it seemed. He slammed the trunk shut with another burp.

He moved to the car and shouted at her to jump in — now!

‘I have to lock the front door’, she feebly replied to him, moving toward the car door. He started the car and it just as quickly began to move forward with Denise pacing next to it trying to catch the door handle to get in.

‘I’ll lock it for you!’ I yelled as gently as I could and I caught her smile as she literally jumped into the moving car as it sped off. The last thing they would have seen in the rear view mirror was a vision of me walking toward their front door — and they were gone.

‘Simple thing to do really’ I thought to myself as I walked to their porch area, the front door slightly ajar. I reached out to grab the handle, checked it was locked and was about to slam it shut when I stopped. My nose had caught the Lavender scent of Denise as it wafted through the open door space.

Suddenly all of the ‘pictures’ flooded my head at once: the jiggle of her breast as she replaced the bra strap, the sneak peak of pale blue panties whilst crouching down in the garden, her smell, her panties, her… Her panties! My arm stopped just as the lock on the door was about to ‘click’ shut.


My arm now pushed at the door gently and it opened. I pushed harder and it opened all the way up displaying the chaos inside but all I could ‘see’ were her panties.

I became acutely aware of my pounding heart and throbbing temples at this point. It was the most erotic I had felt in my life. I wasn’t supposed to be there! As I stepped through their doorway it was almost like stepping into a pair of panties. I was about to go where I wasn’t allowed and about to see things I wasn’t supposed to see.

I delicately shut their front door behind me and stopped in the hallway. The silence was almost deafening as I suspected they may return to grab something they had forgotten in their rush and my ears were highly sensitive to any noise that appeared from outside. After standing in the hallway waiting for a period of around 5 minutes, with my heart beating through my chest, I was convinced that they weren’t coming back and made my move.

I ventured straight to their bedroom and was confronted by a filthy mess. His stuff was strewn all over the floor making clean and dirty one big indiscriminate pile next to his side of the bed. His bedside table was littered with beer cans and had an ashtray that overflowed with butts and ash. There were shoes in a pile in the corner and jeans and shirts draped over a chair that sat in another corner of the room. He was a pig and he lived like one.

However Denise’s side of the bed seemed to be ‘made’ and her bedside table wasn’t overstuffed with clothes or filth. I zeroed in on her bedside drawers immediately and carefully moved toward them, my temples throbbing with excitement as I took each step on the soft carpet underfoot.

I opened the top drawer and found several different perfume bottles, however all of them were empty or very close to it. I noted a lot of them were Lavender based scents. She also had assorted, coloured hair ties, some knotted up that were often seen in her long, shiny, brown hair when she tied it back. There was a pack of playing cards underneath some letters from the local bank in one corner of the drawer and a few tubes of cream that seemed very old and past their due date in another.

I closed the first and opened the second drawer to be absolutely dazzled by a selection of her bras. Most were white or beige and, judging by the frayed materials and clasps, had seen better days. There didn’t appear to be any real colour of note and, given it was the 80’s, they lacked a certain sensuality that the modern forms possess. However they reeked of her aroma and they were so soft — I distinctly remember rubbing one pair against my face and just absolutely revelling in the erotic sensation and her odour. I imagined the weight of her meaty breasts filling each one of the cups as I buried my whole face with 4 or 5 bras, in raptures as I breathed in the scent of her body. However bras weren’t my desired item — I closed the second drawer and gazed at the third and final one.

(A vivid memory strikes me about opening the third drawer — I liken it in my mind to the old Gene Hackman version of ‘Charlie and the Chocolate Factory’ when Charlie finds the golden ticket in the chocolate bar. As he opens the wrapper, a tinge of gold light shines on his face like he has seen the most remarkable thing in his life!)

My shaking hand reached out and I heard a wooden creak as I pried the drawer from its frame. As it opened the contents inside lit up my face like a beacon. There were panties everywhere!

The smell was undoubtedly Denise, yet I also got my first real hint of the female scent at that exact moment. There was the presence of Lavender alright but there was also a hint of muskiness that tantalised my senses. As I pulled the drawer completely open I was met with around 20 pairs of panties. The colours were more adventurous for these items — a mix of blue, black, white and a light green colour. Some were what I later became to know as satin, some were cotton and two pairs were dark in colour with a lacy panel on the front that was obviously see through when they were on. My cock lurched in my pants as I pictured her wearing these for me and I became aware of the growing wet spot of pre-cum that soiled the front of my shorts.

I chose the lacy, see through numbers first up, making sure I knew how to replace them when finished. I bought the material to my face and rubbed it on my cheeks, getting off on the fact that ‘I wasn’t supposed to be playing with women’s undies’ but loving the fact that I was. I knew the gusset of each pair would hold her own special scent and found my nose searching out this part of both pairs. The soft material that covered her pussy had obviously held some of her smell over time and I now found myself floating in an erotic world — almost a nirvana type state. Time seemed to stand still for me that day.

Holding the dark pairs in one hand I grabbed at a pair of silky panties with my other. I bought them to my nose and inhaled roughly, soaking up ‘her’. I felt briefly annoyed, as one does when you get a hair caught in your mouth, but my body literally shuddered when I realised that the hair was possibly one of her pubic ones. I tore the panties from my nose and, with an eagle eye, inspected the crotch panel to find a pubic hair, approximately 2-3 cm long, stuck in the side stitching. I reached out for it with my tongue and delicately licked the hair, telling myself this was just like licking her wet cunt — and for the first and only time in my life, I came in my pants without so much as rubbing myself. My knees threatened to buckle and I had to lower my body weight onto the nearby bed so I wouldn’t fall over or pass out! I then watched as my cum seeped through the front of my underwear and shorts to make a large wet spot above my pubic bone.

My breathing was ragged but I was not unsurprised to note my cock had not gone down after that huge load. It was still hard and seemed to be insistently throbbing once more. I noted the bunched up pairs of panties in my hand and softly chuckled to myself — I felt like the King of the World! Master of the Universe!

Placing the panties back in the drawer I dug down deeper at a slip of red material that seemed out of place from the plain coloured selection in front of me. It was smooth and silky and my heart raced as I soon pulled out a pair of red silk panties that appeared hardly worn. My senses went into overload when I noted the crotch area of the knickers was ‘missing’ and I held in my hands a pair of crotchless panties. My heart skipped a beat, my mouth dried up and the pounding in my temples reached jungle drum proportions. Holding these in my hands was like a gold miner holding the Mother Load.

There was still a swatch of red silk in the drawer and further pulling revealed what was a matching bra made of red silk with mesh covering where the tops of her breasts would have been. The material seemed almost to melt in my hands and I noted they trembled in my touch.

I laid out what I was calling her ‘special’ underwear onto her side of the bed, wondering quite honestly as to when she might have had occasion to wear such gorgeous stuff when she was married to such a Wanker! In my mind I pictured her wearing this stuff for him and saw him lean back on the bed, burp and then go to sleep, leaving her unsatisfied and looking a bit foolish in her special underwear.

I quickly lost my clothes and lay down next to the underwear with my cock waving around in front of me. Positioning the panties next to my cock I slowly pushed its throbbing head through the crotchless slit, imagining it was the soft outer lips of her cunt as I pushed further. The engorged head of my cock was sliding joyously against the panel of silk that made the back of the panties. Holding the panties with both hands I proceeded to slowly fuck the little hole but this proved a little hard to do. I soon moulded the panties around my shaft with one hand, ensuring all of my cock was covered in the slick, smooth material and I began to pound away on my knob like there was no tomorrow.

I was on my knees, legs apart and I was pulling my dick with a ferocity I had never experienced before. I spied her bra in front of me and leaned my head over to smell her scent once more. My tongue found the cup of the bra and I licked at it like a wild animal, eager to taste her, have her on me.

My flailing hand tightened around my shaft and, in no time, I was convulsing, spurting hot, sticky cum all over her panties, her bra, her bed — God I wished it was all over her. I fell to the side, spent and surveyed the mess I had blown onto her bed sheets. My cum was everywhere and I was so sated, that I simply lay there and watched it soak into the sheets until it became crusty and stale.

My next conscious thought was the realisation it was dark outside and I sensed the need to go home. I packed up the panties and placed them all back in place in her drawer. My ignorance meant that I thought the stains from my cum would merely disappear from her underwear so I spent some time sponging my goo from her sheets but neglected to clean her ‘special’ red panties and bra. When it was all back in place I walked out to the front door.

I was again just about to lock the door and walk home when I realised I would have open access all weekend. I sensed the need to go home so I simply shut their front door without locking it and headed into the night air with a swagger I hadn’t had before. I had just seen the ‘private’ stuff that women wore and had just done unspeakable things to Denise’s underwear. It felt so good and, given the intensity of my cum into her panties, I slept like a log that night — with the knowledge that I was merely 20 metres away from more of ‘her’ panties.

I was never an early riser but I bolted out of bed early on that Saturday morning, threw on some clothes and headed over to ‘her house’. I did a quick check to ensure they hadn’t magically appeared over night and, when satisfied, I headed toward the front door, finding it unlocked. I entered again to the smell of Denise.

My dreams overnight had centred on taking a pair of panties as a trophy. I figured they’d also serve as my jerking off device but something else had occurred to me during sleep. I had experienced ‘her’ smell last night and wondered openly whether she might have some panties that had been worn recently and whether they might smell more. I had settled on the idea that I’d check their dirty clothes hamper when I was next there — and there I was!

I moved through their house in a way I suspected a burglar might move — catlike and with senses on high alert. The constant dripping of a leaking tap sounded out my arrival at the bathroom/laundry area of the home and again I felt my cock grow inside my shorts. I entered and quickly spied the overflowing dirty clothes hamper in the corner of the tiled room.

I opened the hamper and suffered through several items of clothing that were his — filthy, brown stained underwear, shirts with full moon sweat marks on the arm pits that had been worn into yellow/brown stains. However, mindful that artists tended to suffer for their art I received a jolt of electricity when my fingers came upon a smooth, soft piece of cotton material below a pair of dirty jeans. I lifted the offending garment to my eyes and almost fell over — in front of my nose was a pair of ‘her’ panties that ‘she’ had worn recently.

They were blue cotton panties with a small pale pink bow at the front on the stitching. I opened them out to reveal a gusset that clearly showed what looked to be the line between her cunt lips that had been transposed there from the moisture of daily wear. From the mark left there I surmised that she must have thick and plump vaginal lips with a deep slit between them. There was a small light coloured stain in the middle of ‘her lips’ which had dried to be a pale white colour and it was seemingly ‘dusty’ in texture. I lowered my lips to it and immediately felt my cock lurch as I tasted her pussy for the first time. I soon had my tongue at work licking the whole crotch area while the hand not holding the panties freed my pulsing cock.

I leaned back against the tiled wall of their bathroom and slid my hand up and down my cock whilst thrusting those panties into my mouth and all over my face. I began to see spots in front of my eyes, my knees almost gave way as I thrust my cock outward and pumped my cum all over my fist and splashed it on the floor. I remember looking into the mirror and seeing my flushed face as I came, cheeks were burning red and sweat dripping from my brow. At that point, this had been the most intense orgasm of my entire life.

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.

With a combination of my thumb and index and middle fingers I played with the entrance to her opening, delighting in its stickiness and the effect it was having on Denise. I wasn’t too familiar with the workings of the clitoris but knew that it was something that was worth playing with, so I stumbled across the little nubbin and rubbed it in circles, spreading wetness and juice all over her outer lips and the soft brown curls of her bush. Small droplets of her juice were hanging like beads from her pubic hair and her breathing began to become quite heavy.

I sensed a need to push my fingers inside her and, acting on this compulsion, I joined my index and middle fingers and began to, as gently as I could, finger fuck her wet, slippery hole. This produced a loud, heavy moan from her and, after tensing up most of the muscles in her body; she let out a guttural sound, from deep within her being, and came for me. Her pussy throbbed from within, its walls tried to suck my fingers in deeper to her core as her ass rose up to meet the thrust of my hand.

Now, I’m no legend when it comes to the art of sex, but I’ll tell you, she had a massive orgasm as a result of my fingering and when I reluctantly removed my hand from her snatch, it was incredibly sticky and moist. She had a flushed face and a dreamy look. I felt like a man!

I stood above her and surveyed her in all her rugged beauty — flat on her back, legs apart and fully satisfied it seemed. However the throbbing between my legs bought me back to reality and I realised then that I was going to fuck her… I was going to fuck Denise.

I reckon I became a man that second. Led by my cock, I moved over her on the bed placing my hands on each side of her torso and leaning down to snare a nipple in my mouth. Somewhat by accident the tip of my painfully hard cock grazed her inner thigh and we both managed to jump slightly at this. I licked at her breasts lovingly and looked into her eyes in the hope she might ‘give’ me something. And she did.

I’d like to say I was a polished lover who was concerned about my partners needs but it wasn’t anything like that. With the cool air of the evening on my back I moved my kisses up to her neck and ears, both of us noticing that this caused my cock head to slide through the curls of her bush and sit just below her navel.

Denise opened her eyes then and gazed at me. When we were ‘locked on’ to each other, she reached between us both, delicately taking my rod in her hands while her legs bent around my waist and pulled my body toward hers. I received another electric jolt as my cock head touched the nub of her clit and the gooey wetness caused my breath to catch in my throat. Then I was jolted again as the shaft of my cock slipped down slightly and was enveloped by the slick warm confines of her delicious pussy as it slid into her.

I was fucking! I was fucking Denise.

My cock was fully embedded inside her when I looked into her eyes again. Her arms circled my neck and her legs held my waist tighter against her. It seemed to me that she enjoyed grinding her cunt against my cock rather than having the length going in and out of her so our pubic bones rubbed together and her hole alternately squeezed and massaged me. This was heaven.

I was in raptures! I was fucking the object of my bold desire… and she was fucking me. She had swallowed my cum. I’d licked her cunt. We were fucking on her ‘made side’ of the bed. Our flesh was slapping against each other as we grunted and moaned and rode each other into an absolute frenzy.

I sensed I was about to cum and had the overwhelming need to make my mark. I wanted to feel my cum being pumped inside of her. I wanted her to walk around with me leaking out of her and running down her thighs.

So, as my orgasm approached, I heaved away inside her until the explosion occurred deep within her. And I came and came and came. The third time that day and still, without a doubt, the best cum in my entire life.

As my thrusts subsided she too came hard, clawing at my shoulders and digging her heels into my lower back, all the while thrashing about beneath me. She screamed out ‘You Bastard!’ and I somehow knew she meant ‘him’ not me. Sweat joined our bodies together as we rocked gently in the afterglow. I was now the undisputed King of the World!

We said little that evening as we dressed each other and hugged silently in the darkness until we heard the ominous sound of her husband’s car engine announce his arrival.

Out the back door in a hurry, I ran next door to my home and sat again in darkness, regarding her crusty yellow panties in my hands before me.

It would be great to say that we did this often, that she taught me to be the master lover, but I can’t say that unfortunately. I’ll always remember three days after our time together; Denise left the miserable bastard and never returned. I got a kick out of seeing ‘his’ life go from miserable to shithouse I must admit. He still lives in the same house — twenty five years after the night I fucked his wife and she fucked me! Haven’t seen her since — but I’ll always remember the red ‘special panties’ she had for me.

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