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Title: Almost Caught
My first adventure took place at Anne Christen?s house. Anne was in her early 50s; petite and blonde, still attractive but older. When she left the house to run to the grocery store, I gave it five minutes to be sure she wouldn?t come right back. No sign of Anne, so I went upstairs to her bedroom where I found her dresser. I opened a few drawers--bras, t-shirts, and so on--until I found the gold mine. I remember she had a load of skimpy things in there; mostly cotton hipsters. But in the back I found a few satin pairs. My favorite.
I stripped off my work clothes so I was standing in her room completely nude. I held a few of the panties to my face and inhaled deeply. Wonderful! My cock grew hard as I picked up the pair of red satin ones and rubbed them on my dick. I lost a few minutes standing there fantasizing about Anne, then decided I needed to hurry.
I pulled those tight red panties up and found that the bikini cut barely covered my ass and the top two inches of my hard cock stuck out of the waist band. God, they were sexy. I walked out of the bedroom wearing nothing but those panties and headed back downstairs. The naughtiness and danger of walking around in Ms. Christen?s house wearing just her panties was so exciting. I walked into her entry way and stood in front of the full length mirror, stroking my cock and admiring my satin pantied ass.
I was really getting a good stroke on when I heard a noise. I ignored it for a second--I was so close to cumming--but all of a sudden it dawned on me that the noise was a key. In a lock. In the front door! Anne had parked in her driveway rather than pulling into her garage so I didn?t even hear her come home. I turned and sprinted for the stairs. I had nothing to wear whatsoever except those panties. I heard the door open just as I started up the stairs two at a time. If Ms. Christen had been looking I have no doubt she would have seen my shiny red pantied ass dashing up the stairs. But with her arms full of bags, she never looked up when she came in.
I ran up the stairs and into her bedroom where I stripped off the panties and jammed them in the back of her panty drawer. I scooped up my clothes and slammed the drawer. Are you up there?, Anne called. Yes, I yelled back, Just using the bathroom, I said as I closed the door. Oh OK, she called back. My hardon wouldn?t go down, so I finished myself off, cleaned up, and got dressed. I headed back downstairs and she never had a clue. At least I don?t think so.
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