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Title: Debbies Panties
One of the women I worked with, Debbie, was younger, a divorcee with long brown hair and big boobs. She was about 31 and really filled out a sweater. She was also a lot of fun: a group of us would go out to lunch on our break at work and she?d always have a couple glasses of wine and get giggly and a little flirty. She was seeing someone, but we always hit it off. She?d often sit next to me so she could make sure our thighs would rub together. Once I distinctly remember she slipped one of her heels off and rubbed my leg with her stocking foot. That stopped me in my tracks and I looked at her slack-jawed. She flashed me a half smile and kept up with the group?s conversation. But the whole time she just kept stroking my calf. I was so hard that I didn?t think I could walk. That, unfortunately, was the closest we ever came to having sex. Well, maybe the second closest time, if my fantasy of her counts.
Debbie asked me to come out to her house to do a little work on a Saturday afternoon. She greeted me at the door in sexy tight jeans and a t-shirt molded to her body. She looked great. We said our hellos and then I got to work for a couple hours. I was in the upstairs hall when she told me she had a date that night and was going to change clothes. Sounds good to me, I said. Debbie walked back to her bedroom and closed the door, all but a crack. From where I was standing I could just see her take off her shirt revealing an incredible lacy blue bra. I swear she looked over her shoulder to make sure I could see her, but she never made eye contact. Then she unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them down. Debbie had on the most amazing sky blue cotton bikini panties. She looked amazing standing there in her underwear. She bent over slowly to pick up her clothes, giving me a great view of her ass, and then with a little wiggle in her walk headed into the bathroom.
I was hard as hell and just trying to concentrate on my work when I felt Debbie?s hand on my shoulder. I was lost in thought so she startled me and made me jump. I?m sorry, she said with a giggle. I didn?t mean to scare you. Oh, you?re fine, I responded. I subtly (I hope!) looked Debbie up and down and she looked phenomenal! Tight little black dress, a string of pearls, and black stockings and heels. Gorgeous. Will you be done soon?, she asked. It took me a second to clear my head and then I said, Actually I am done. If you don?t mind I just need to use the bathroom and then I?ll be out of here. Great, Debbie replied, you do really good work. Go ahead and use my bathroom. I thought you might need to? I asked myself just exactly what that meant, but headed into her bathroom nonetheless.
I closed the door and locked it and immediately pulled her hamper open. Inside, right on top, were those little blue panties she had been wearing. They were still warm and fragrant, a mix of perfume and Debbie?s scent. Nothing strong, just womanly. I yanked all of my clothes off and held those panties to my face, rubbing Debbie?s undergarment against my skin. With my other hand I started pulling my erect cock. I was instantly on the verge of cumming. Oh Debbie, I moaned into her panties. Oh you?re going to make me cum. I jammed the crotch under my nose to get the strongest scent possible and pulled one more time. Ohhhh, Ohhh God, I moaned as my cum splattered on the floor.
Before I was even finished Debbie knocked on the door. Are you OK in there?, she called. I was still in the throes of my orgasm and couldn?t respond. I said, are you OK in there? I?m coming in. With that, I heard her opening a drawer, apparently to get a key. I threw the panties in the hamper, slammed it shut, and yanked on my pants and shoes. I turned on the water and stuffed my socks and underwear inside my shirt. I just didn?t have time to put them on; Debbie was opening the bathroom door so fast.
Oh, she exclaimed as I stood at the sink shirtless pretending to wash up. I pretended to be embarrassed to be caught like that and stammered that I had gotten sweaty working and that I just wanted to clean up before going home. Oh, sure, she said with that half smile I remembered from the restaurant. I?m glad you were able to come over. Me too, I said, Me too.
Looking back, I think Debbie knew, or at least suspected, what I was doing with her sexy little panties. She never said anything though. But boy she came in that bathroom fast. I came just a little bit faster.
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