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Title: Donnas Panties
One of my cousin?s wives, Donna, was a great looking woman in a legal secretary sort of way. Her office job required her to always wear business suits, nylons, and heels. My favorite look. Her jackets were always tailored snugly to show off her firm 36 C breasts. Her skirts were knee length or just shorter, emphasizing her fit ass and showing off a little thigh when she sat and crossed her legs. Sometimes she?d dangle her three-inch pumps from her stocking toes and that always made me so hard. Some of my favorite memories of her are when I?d go to their house after work and she?d still be in her business suit but with her heels off, padding around the house in her stocking feet. God, I wanted her but she was married to family. Off limits.
I wanted to explore her panty drawer so bad, and finally got the chance one day when she called and asked me to come over and put some boxes in the attic for her. She and her husband (my cousin) had to work until 5:00 and they needed the stuff moved before company arrived that night. I headed over at 3:00, found the key she hid under the mat, and let myself in. I was standing at attention as I walked in the door.
In one end of the house I found the dozen boxes in the guest bedroom and the attic trapdoor in the adjacent laundry room. I?d have plenty of time to play. I stripped off all my clothes and headed to Donna?s bedroom at the other end of the house. I pulled open her dresser drawers and was rather disappointed. Not much there that turned me on. Most of her panties were the big white cotton ?Hanes Her Way? kind, a few were tan or pale blue. I?ve never liked those much. Most of her bras were plain white full coverage ones too, not much lace or anything. Her pantyhose were a little better, maybe because they?re one of my biggest fetishes. I liked all the Hanes nylons, especially with the reinforced toes, and I rubbed a handful of them on my cock.
As I stood there fantasizing about Donna in her pantyhose, I looked down and saw a flash of white fabric in the back of the drawer. What?s this?, I wondered. I dropped Donna?s hose back in the drawer and pulled out the garment. It was a sheer white reinforced heel and toe stocking. Oooohhh, I moaned, This might be good. I pulled out the other stocking and a garter belt. Then I found a white g-string. Oh, yes!! I slipped on the lingerie, being careful not to get any pre-cum on the panties. Not an easy task.
I was getting ready to jack off when I looked in the drawer and saw something else of interest. Moving a few pairs of panties out of the way I found a dildo! Donna, with the proper, boring underwear, had a saucier side. I grabbed up the dildo, slipped on as best I could a pair of Donna?s two-tone navy and white heels, and walked out of the bedroom. I wanted to do my work while dressed in her dainties.
The heels were sexy as hell but didn?t fit that well, so I had to walk in mincing steps as I carried the boxes into the laundry room. I put my clothes in the dryer so they?d be out of the way and relished the feel of those sheer nylons tugging on the garters and rubbing silkily on my legs. The attic was finished but had a low ceiling so I had to kind of squat as I put the boxes away. I stroked my cock every once in awhile as I worked just to keep myself hard. It felt great.
When I carried the last box up the ladder I pretended like I was Donna. Oooh, look at me, I whimpered. I?m stripped to my panties and stockings. As I got to the top of the ladder I kicked one of my heels off and watched it clatter to the floor about six feet below. Oh God, I moaned, I lost one of my heels. Now all I have on is my stocking. I was so ready to cum.
I hobbled around in one heel and put the last box away. Then I couldn?t take it any longer. I sank to my knees in nylons and g-string and put Donna?s dildo in my mouth. Oh fuck my mouth, I moaned as I stroked my cock with my other hand. fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!
Just then I heard the front door open and Donna?s voice call out: Hey, are you in here? Hello! I froze in my tracks. Holy shit!, How did I let this happen? I had let the time totally get away from me while I was playing and it was 5:00! The funny thing is that this was so exciting to me that I kept stroking with one hand and left the dildo in my mouth. Mmmmmm . . . I moaned around the fake cock as I pulled the ladder up. I closed the trapdoor as quietly as I could. My damn clothes were in the dryer and all I had on was Donna?s lingerie. My only chance was to hide and wait for her to leave for a minute.
I turned off the light and sat there in the dark with nothing but Donna?s nylons, panties, and dildo. The prospect of getting caught was so exciting that I stayed on my knees and kept stroking my cock. I heard Donna come down the hallway and comment to herself on the boxes being gone. Oh God, I thought, she?s going to come up here to check on my work. I heard Donna?s heels click on the tile floor of the laundry room. What?s this doing in here?, she asked herself. I later realized that she had found that high-heeled shoe I had kicked off.
Thinking about Donna right below me in her sexy business suit, wearing her heels and hose while I crouched there stripped to her panties and g-string was too much for me. I sucked hard on the dildo and stroked my cock even harder. With my other hand I stroked my silky legs. Uhhhhhh . . . I moaned as quietly as I could. Then almost without warning I blew my load all over the floor of the attic. The release was so intense that I slumped over on the floor.
I was scared that I had made too much noise because I heard Donna?s footsteps stop. What if she pulled the trapdoor and found me dressed in her nylons and the floor splattered with cum?! I quietly slipped off her lingerie and held my breath. After a minute Donna walked out and I heard the front door open. I scrambled down the ladder, grabbed my clothes out of the dryer (the high heel was gone), and sprinted back to her bedroom. I stashed everything back in the drawer and put the one high heel I still had back in her closet. Then I slipped into the bathroom, got dressed, and crammed some toiled paper in my pocket.
I waited until Donna came back in and called for me, and then I flushed the toilet and came out. I told her I had been in the bathroom and asked if she wanted to see my work. Sure, she said. She had on one of her great business suits, but I was too much of a gentleman to have her go first and look up her skirt. So I went first and wiped up the cum as best I could before Donna climbed into the attic. To this day you can still see the faint stains if you know where to look, but I?m the only one who knows.
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