Panty Business
by Sarah
The phone call was very strange.
“Hello, Sarah.”
“Hello. Who is this?” I didn’t recognize the male voice.
“My name is Richard. I’m going to make you rich.”
“Oh?” I did kind of like the sound of that.
“Yes, Sarah, quite wealthy. I’ll call you back soon with all the details. Goodbye, Sarah.” With that he hung up.
The call bugged me for days. I wondered how he got my private unlisted number. I wondered what he was talking about with this ‘rich’ business.
He called back a week later.
“Hello, Sarah.”
“Hello, Richard. I recognize your voice now.”
“You can call me Rich if you like. And soon they’ll be calling you rich, Sarah.” He laughed, rather delightfully.
“So what’s up, Rich? Tell me what this is about.”
“Go look in your mail box, Sarah. I’ll call you back soon.” He hung up.
I knew the mailman hadn’t come yet but I ran out to the box anyway. Inside was a large brown envelope with my name printed on it. I opened it. Ten brand new crisp one-hundred dollar bills. One thousand dollars. Wow!
He called back the next day.
“Hello, Sarah. How are you?”
“I’m rich, Rich.” I laughed. “Thank you for the money. But what do I have to do in return? Who do I have to kill?” I joked.
“No killing. You don’t have to do much. Just shop. Do you like to shop, Sarah?” “Well…yeah. Of course I do. What should I shop for?”
“Buy some pretty panties.”
“Uh…oh.” This sounded like it was going to get a little too weird but I decided to play along. Richard had a nice voice. I just hoped he wasn’t some wacko. “I…uh…I guess I could do that.”
“Good, Sarah, very good.” He hung up.
The next day he called again.
“Hello, Sarah. Did you buy the pretty panties?”
“Yes, Richard, I did. Other things too. And I even have half the money left.”
“Good, Sarah, very good. Look in your mail box. If you like what you see, please wear the pretty panties.” He hung up.
I ran out to the mail box. Another thousand bucks. Wow!
He called back the next day.
“Hello, Sarah. Are you wearing your pretty panties?”
“Yes, Richard, I am.”
“I would like you to masturbate in your panties, Sarah. Then go to the mail box and take what’s in the envelope and put your panties in the envelope.” He hung up before I could reply.
I ran out to the mail box and got the big brown envelope. This time there were twenty one-hundred dollar bills. Oh my, this was getting even stranger. But in a way it kind of turned me on. Two thousand dollars for my cummed in panties. I got out my vibrator. But I didn’t put the envelope back in the mail box until that evening, long after the mail man had made his deliveries.
I looked out my bedroom for hours, watching the mail box. But I fell asleep. The next morning I ran out to the box as soon as I woke up. The envelope was gone.
He called again that afternoon.
“Hello, Sarah. Thank you for the panties. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this.”
“Uh…you’re welcome, Richard.” I didn’t know what else to say.
“Sarah, I want to watch you masturbate in your pretty panties.”
“Uh…I don’t know about that, Richard. This is getting a little too crazy for me.”
“Please, Sarah? All you have to do is pop a tape in and press record.”
“No, Richard, that’s out of the question. I could turn up on the internet and who knows where else. I don’t know you.”
“Would you meet me then, Sarah, so we can discuss this? In a very public place where you’ll feel totally safe. I’m a very nice person. You’ll like me. I’m sure of it. And I’ll make it more than worth your while.”
I’m not exactly sure why I said yes. His voice sounded so sincere. “Okay, Richard. I’ll meet you tomorrow. About two in the afternoon. At the zoo. By the elephants.”
“That would be great!”
“How will I recognize you, Richard?”
“I’ll be the guy with the Red Sox cap. In the wheelchair.”
“Wheelchair?”
“Yes. Unfortunately, my primary mode of transportation.” He hung up.
Richard got there first. I spotted him immediately.
“Hello, Sarah.”
“Hello, Richard.” I offered my hand. He took it the way a gentleman does, with his fingers.
“I’m sorry I can’t stand up to greet you, Sarah.”
“Yes, so I am, Richard.” I took an immediate liking to this guy. Good looking. I would even describe him as cute. Neatly trimmed blond curly hair. These incredible green eyes. Probably in his late twenties.
“I know where you work, Sarah. I work across the street. I’m an attorney with the Davison firm. I get there early and leave late so you probably never saw me. But I see you going in and out from my window which faces the entrance of your building. Sarah, you an extraordinarily beautiful young woman.”
“Thank you, Richard.” I think I blushed.
“Your long, lovely legs are exquisite, Sarah. Oh my God! That pink mini-skirt!”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “I get a lot of compliments on that mini-skirt. You wouldn’t believe how I happened to acquire it.”
“I’d love to hear about it, Sarah.”
“We’ll see, Richard.” I certainly did not know him well enough yet to tell him that my girlfriend, Jenny, gave me the mini-skirt and matching vest for helping her hook up with a convict.
“I’ll save you the consternation over asking, Sarah. I’m a paraplegic. Auto accident. I received over a million dollars in the settlement which I have invested wisely. That and I earn plenty as a lawyer. Not much to spend my money on. My only living relative is my mother and she is in a nursing home.”
“I’m so sorry, Richard. I’ve had several tragedies in my life, too. You just have to deal with it.”
“Yes, deal with it. I have to deal with the fact that I am unable to have any sort of sexual response. With my penis. It just doesn’t work. Never will, according to all the doctors.”
“I’m so sorry, Richard.”
“But I do have erotic thoughts, Sarah. Fantasies. That’s about all I do have.”
“Nothing wrong with that, Richard. I have a few myself.”
“I’ll just be blunt and come to the point, Sarah. From the moment I saw you in that pink mini-skirt I wanted to see what was under it. Call it an extreme obsession, I guess.”
“Richard, I like you already. Just like you said I would. I think we can be friends. You seem totally honest and sincere. I’ll indulge your fantasy. I’ll let you watch me masturbate. And then you can have the panties.” I laughed gaily. “Good thing I wore them today. Often I don’t.”
“Sarah, I can’t tell you how much this means to me. You are such a sweetheart. Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome, Richard. Your place?”
“Yes. I drive. Hand controls. Please follow my van with your car.”
* * *
“Nice place, Richard!” “Thank you, Sarah.”
“Would you like a glass of wine or something. To help you relax. Get in the mood.”
“No thanks, I’m fine, Richard. I’m already in the mood. The thought of what I’m about to do is rather…uh…stimulating. Weird, but stimulating. I can’t wait to use my fingers. I was ready back there at the zoo. Bet your glad I had the willpower not to do myself in the car and wait until I got here.” I laughed.
“Yes, I am very, very glad, Sarah.”
I started with my blouse. Then the bra.
“You have incredible breasts, Sarah.”
“Would you like to touch them, Richard?”
“Yes, I would, Sarah, very much.”
He fondled them gently and became fascinated by the tips of my nipples as they got erect.
“You can kiss them, Richard. Lick them. Whatever you wish. Breast feed if you like.” I giggled.
“Thank you, Sarah.”
After about five minutes of that I pulled away. “I’m hot, Richard. I’m ready.”
“You are way beyond hot, Sarah. You are so beautiful.”
I slipped off the skirt, stockings, and shoes. Only my panties remained. I pulled them down far enough that he could see my pussy.
“Lovely, Sarah, just lovely. Your little patch of hair down there is so red. Like that on your pretty head. Would you like to sit down while you do it.”
“No, Richard, standing is fine. You’ll be able to see better.”
I spread my legs and bent my knees slightly and began.
“Would you like me to tell you how much I want to make love to you, Sarah? If only I could?”
“Yes, please do, Richard. Please make it romantic. Not just sex.” He did make it romantic. Very romantic. Stimulating even.
Rolling, rolling, rolling. I placed my thumb and forefinger of my right hand around my clit and started off with a slow gentle roll and then gradually picked up the pace. Then when I got really hot from this and Richard’s story I inserted the index and middle fingers of my left hand in my pussy and began to thrust, simulating intercourse.
“Sarah, do you think…uh…you could make believe that…it’s…uh…me…uh…”
“Oh, Richard,” I moaned, “you are inside me now, my lover. We are going to cum together…ohh…ahh. Yes, Richard, like that. I’m…uh…ohh…ahh…so close. Yes! Yes! Cum, Richard, cum now! Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!” I squeezed my thighs together tightly with my fingers still inside me as I experienced a great orgasm. When I came I made sure I got as much juice in the panties as possible. Then I pulled them all the way off. “Here you go, Richard.”
“Thank you so much, Sarah. You have made my dreams come true.”
“My pleasure, Richard. My pleasure, indeed.” We both laughed. “You know, Richard, I think I could come again. In fact, I’m sure of it. Would you like to…uh…uh…”
“Perform cunnilingus?”
“Well, that’s not what I had been thinking about. But now that you mention it, would you like to, Richard?”
“I’d love to, Sarah. More than you can possibly imagine. I have performed cunnilingus. But not for years. Not since the accident. I was engaged at the time but she broke it off. I don’t really blame her. She wanted a family. Unfortunately, I could not accommodate her. I hope I remember how to do it.”
“I’m sure you will, Richard. If not, I’ll help you.” I giggled. “Now, how do you want to do this?”
“My wheelchair goes up and down. Please come over here, Sarah.” I did. “Sarah, would you mind if I kissed you first?”
“No, of course not, Richard. Can I sit on your lap? Would that hurt you or be uncomfortable?”
“No, not at all, Sarah.”
I sat in his lap and we kissed. Good kisser. Then he began to tickle my ear with his tongue and nibble my neck. Geez! He was driving me crazy. My hand fell to my lap and I began to finger myself again.
“No, Sarah, let me, please.”
I did let him. I stood again. He adjusted his wheelchair to just the right position.
“Come close, Sarah.”
I did. He put his tongue inside me. No, Richard hadn’t forgotten. He knew exactly what to do. But he paused momentarily just as I was getting close. “Sarah?”
“What, Richard? Please don’t stop. You have me on the edge. Real close.”
“Would you talk dirty. Not like before. Real dirty. Would you say ‘fuck me, Richard’ and stuff like that?”
“Uh…I don’t know, Richard. I don’t like to use that word.”
“Please?”
“Oh, okay. But remember this is the exception to the rule. That word is not in my vocabulary. Unladylike.” I would have said anything to get him to put his tongue back inside me.
“And you are quite the lady. A beautiful, extraordinary, sensual, sexy…”
“Okay, Richard, okay. Fuck me, Richard!” He began to eat me again. “Fuck me, Richard! Give it to me! I want your big cock. Hard, honey! Yes, like that, Richard. Oh, Richard. Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Oh…fuck…ahh…fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck!” And then I lost it. Richard held my clit with his lips as I quivered and shivered spasmodically. Finally I had to pull his head away. He didn’t seem to want to let go.
“That was simply glorious, Sarah.”
“Yes, it sure was!” I agreed.
“Do you think we could do that again, Sarah? Do you think you can cum again?”
I nodded. “Guess what, Richard.”
“What, Sarah?”
“I can squirt.”
“Squirt?”
“Yes, I’ll show you. You’ll have to stimulate my G-spot. I’ll teach you. It’s best to do it just after I’ve had a clitoral orgasm. My G-spot is easier to find then. Like now.”
“I’d love to help you squirt, Sarah.”
“Well, let’s get started! I explained “everything you need to know about the G-spot” to Richard. He learned the lesson very, very well.
He read the expression on my face. “You really like this, don’t you, Sarah. You love it. You’re going to squirt soon, baby. C’mon, squirt. Squirt, squirt, squirt!”
“Ahh, Richard. This is good. This is good. It’s going to happen real soon here. I can tell. I feel like I have to pee. But it’s not urine. It’s a different kind of joy juice.”
“Sarah, would you do me one more little favor?”
“What, Richard?”
“I have fresh panties. Brand new. Would you squirt in the panties? And in my face?”
“Okay, why not. I’ve done just about everything else. Where are they?” He told me. I ran and fetched them and put them on.
“Do my G-spot just a little more, Richard. Then I’m sure I’ll squirt.” He put his hands inside the panties.
“Oh yes, Richard! Yes! Fuck me, Richard!” He didn’t have to ask me to use that word again. “Fuck me! Oh yes, Richard! Now…now…I’m…uh…fuck…fuck…fuck…”
I gushed on his hand inside me. And then I removed his hand and slipped the panties down slightly. “Again…fuck…again…fuck…fuck…oh yeah…oh yeah. Yes! Yes!” I squirted right in his face. His expression made me laugh. He looked so happy. * * *
I brought some of my girlfriends over to meet Richard. They are crazy about him. He has a flavor of the day now. And the girls have a lot of new lingerie. I bring Richard his box lunch on Wednesdays.
Once a month we have a big party. We get all dolled up in our latest designer dresses and dine at an expensive restaurant. All on Richard’s tab of course. Then we have a wet panty contest at his place. We seven girls compete to see who can get off in their panties first. Richard has the winner for dessert. He sold the wet panty contest concept to the dude who runs “Girls Gone Wild.” Have you seen that new video? Hot! Hot! Hot! More money for Richard. He shares. More panties for us. We share.
Panty Clause
by SpiceyAngel
One of the things in life that makes us all unique individuals are our little quirks. Some are just viewed as annoying habits by others. Then there are those things that we try to keep hidden from the scrutinizing view of the public eye. Such things like sexual fetishes. This story centers around a young man that tried in vain to keep his panty fetish a secret. Little did he know that his addiction to panties would ultimately bring him and the love of his life together.
It all started innocently enough as a teenager. He had found a girly magazine under his father’s side of the bed. Back then, a picture of a woman wearing a bikini or panties was almost enough to drive him mad with lust. But for the time being, those photos would provide him with many hours of satisfying masturbation. By the time he had reached adulthood, he was in the habit of collecting every woman’s clothing magazine he could get his hands. His mother never did understand why her Sears catalog was always disappearing.
He spent countless hours locked in his room, masturbating and looking at the panty sections. While looking at the women was exciting to him, it was not enough to satisfy his growing libido. He yearned for something more but was unable to find it in the small town he was raised in. So he joined the army and much to his parents distress he was shipped off to serve overseas. Little did he know that he would soon discover a way to satisfy his curiosity of panties.
He was rushed through training and sent to Europe in no time at all. Luckily he was allowed to take along a few of his prized magazines for company. He was grateful for that, not having a girl back home to write letters to. Something deep inside made him hope that he would travel to many exotic locations so he could have a woman in every port. Being somewhat shy and awkward around the opposite sex, he didn’t have much experience other than making out. So most brazen women would simply laugh at him when he began to stutter and blush as he attempted to ask them out.
When he was stationed in the south of France, he quickly made friends with a few other guys. It became everyone’s greatest ambition to get laid by a french whore. Every weekend, they all went into town, in the hopes of getting lucky. The few that succeeded usually got more than they bargained for. David did not want a case of the ‘clap’ or ‘crabs’ so he opted to stay back at the base and masturbate.
Late one Friday evening when most of his platoon was in town attempting to find some horny women, David began to get pains of loneliness. He longed for female companionship, even if it was just to talk. He remembered catching a glimpse of a nurse arriving at the base several days earlier. She had blonde hair, which she wore shoulder length, and curled around her face. The sunlight had glimmered off her red painted lips when she had smiled while looking around before being escorted out of his line of sight. He wasn’t sure how old she was, but guessed that she was close to thirty.
He tucked in his shirt before leaving his quarters. His palms began to sweat as he approached the infirmary. Laughter sounded in his ears as he neared the building, he stopped just short of the door and peeked in through the window. He saw the lovely nurse talking to an orderly. They were obviously flirting with one another. David almost lost his nerve but the other man turned to leave. He waited a couple minutes before opening the door. He didn’t see her anywhere until the door banged shut behind him and she stuck her head out of a doorway down the corridor.
“I'll be with you in a moment.”, She said with a very alluring English accent while flashing him the sexiest smile he had ever seen. He began to pace nervously, contemplating whether he should run out the door or not. After a few moments he settled into a chair, where he could see down the hallway. Much to his delight, the sexy nurse stepped into his view and dropped the chart she had been holding. As she bent over to pick it up, he got a good look at her shapely legs. He could just make out the panty line through her skirt as his gaze moved to her curvaceous ass.
David had to bite his lip, to hold in the groan of pleasure as his eyes took in that wonderful sight. His cock twitched and strained the confines of his underwear. When the nurse turned and started walking toward him, he became painfully aware that his erection was very obvious. His mind raced wildly as he tried to think of a way to hide his predicament. He had forgotten his hat, so in a last second effort to hide the bulge in his pants, he cupped his hands over his groin.
She walked over to where he was sitting, looking very uncomfortable, which she mistook for an ailment. “Sorry to keep you waiting. Are you in pain?”, The nurse asked with concern. He shook his head and replied, “No, Just a mild case of heartburn.” She gave him the once over with a very critical eye, then she said, “Come with me. I’m going to examine you.”
When he did not get up to follow her, she stopped and turned to glare at him. That look told him that he better do as she said before she called the orderly to assist her. He followed her down the long hallway to the last room on the left. With each step she took, her ass swayed seductively which didn’t help the swelling in his shorts subside.
“Take off your clothes.”, She told him while directing him to sit on the examining table. “No ma’am. I can’t do that.”, David mumbled as his face grew beet red. By this time she had noticed what he had tried so hard to hide with his hands. She leaned closer, reading his name tag, then said, “Not to worry, David. You don’t have anything that I haven’t seen before. My name is Jackie and I’m a nurse. Nothing you have will surprise me.”
He misunderstood what she meant, and began to stammer, “N-n-nooo, I’m not here because I have anything. I would never put myself into a risky situation where I might catch something like that.” Jackie threw back her head and laughed, then said, “That’s not what I was implying but seeing how shy you’re being here, I actually believe you!” His face grew redder than he thought possible after that statement. He might as well of had a neon sign on his forehead displaying the words, ‘nineteen year old virgin.’
Never having been so embarrassed in all his life, he turned to make a hasty exit. But she was faster than him. She stepped into his path, blocking the doorway. He looked down into her eyes, immediately eased by what he saw there. She put her hand on his arm and said, “It is good that you do not act like the other soldiers.” Her smile seemed to melt his heart as a warm fuzzy feeling came over him. “Thank you, ma’am.”, He finally managed to say. With a disapproving shake of her head she said, “Call me Jackie, please. Why did you come to the infirmary if you’re not sick?”
The look of curiosity, tinged with a hint of amusement on her face made David feel even more sheepish. She tapped her foot impatiently, until he finally got the nerve to tell her, “I wanted to meet you, ma’am um... Jackie.” He looked like a scared little boy as he spoke those words to her. Trying to ease his tension, she smiled warmly and said, “Would you join me for a cup of coffee?” He happily nodded his head and followed her through the building. She stopped long enough to stick her head into one of the rooms to tell another nurse that she was taking a break.
Then she grabbed a jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders before hooking her arm under David’s. He could feel her warm breast pressing against him as they made their way outside and across the courtyard to the nurses quarters. He hesitated when they reached the building. “It’s ok. Nobody is here tonight.”, She reassured him, leading him inside.
He thought he had died and gone to heaven as he looked around while Jackie went to make the coffee. Various female undergarments were hanging throughout the room. He had secretly been fascinated with panties ever since he noticed his neighbor back home, Mrs. Smith, hanging some on her clothesline, when he was sixteen years old. Ever since, he had harbored secret fantasies about sneaking over there and stealing those panties. But had never acted upon those urges, fearing his father would catch him and thrash him thoroughly.
Now here he was nineteen years old and stationed half way around the world. The impulse to steal panties was stronger than it had ever been before. He walked down the aisle that separated the women’s bunk beds, reading the names on each footlocker. When he reached the one that he had been looking for, that was labeled with Jackie’s name on it, he stopped and listened for footsteps. Not hearing anything, he took a deep breath and slowly reached his hand out.
His fingers shook so much as he carefully picked up the white cotton panties, that he almost dropped them. He slowly lifted them to his face and inhaled deeply. “Oh my God.”, He whispered as her lingering scent tantalized every fiber of his being. Not thinking clearly at the time, he forgot how softly a nurse walks. He did not realize that Jackie had been observing him for several minutes by the time he slid the panties into his pocket. She quickly ducked out of sight before he turned around. At first she was to stunned to speak so she had to take several moments to regain her composure.
Her first reaction had been anger when she saw him sniffing her underwear. But that changed when he had an obvious physical reaction to the garment. Watching him become aroused over something that belonged to her, had been intriguing to say the least. When she finally returned with the cups of coffee, David was sitting in a chair and was playing cards. She sat across from him, watching his face. He did not make eye contact with her, afraid that she would know what he had done, if he looked at her. Being close to thirty years old, Jackie was not quite as innocent as David. So she did not consider his behavior as outlandish as a younger woman might have.
Time seemed to go by slowly, before Jackie finally said that she had to get back to work. He was very relieved to walk her back to the infirmary so he could hurry back to his bunk. When he got there, he shut the lights off and jumped into bed without bothering to undress. He pulled her panties out of his pocket, lifting them to his face again. He inhaled her luscious scent until his cock was fully engorged again. Then he unzipped his pants, unleashing his throbbing muscle at last.
Without even thinking about it ahead of time, he wrapped the panties around his cock and began to stroke himself. The material felt exquisite against his rock hard erection. He imagined it was inside Jackie, as his pre-cum began to soak through the flimsy cotton. Although he did not know what it felt like to be inside a woman, he had heard the other guys talk about the wet heat enough to imagine it.
As he stroked himself, his cock continued to swell. It had never been so fully engorged before. He panted and groaned as the intensity built. “Oh yes. Jackie.”, He said as a tingling sensation surged through his body that started in his balls and radiated outward. He arched his back and tensed his body as his cock erupted. Shot after shot of hot white cream spewed into the panties, oozing out onto his legs. He came for what felt like an eternity to him, before the orgasm began to subside.
David fell back against the mattress, gasping for breath. It was the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced at his young age. Within minutes he fell into a deep sleep, not even waking up when his drunken unit returned from town. He slept good until they were all unexpectedly woke up at 4 a.m. by their platoon leader. His heart felt heavy in his chest as he listened to the Sargent reading their orders to them. They were to be shipped out to Germany that very morning.
Within a matter of minutes, all hell had broken loose. Soldiers scrambled in various directions, packing up their belongings and equipment. David tried several times to sneak away long enough to tell Jackie, good-bye. But each time he was sent back to the barracks by the M.P.’s before he could reach the infirmary. Fifteen minutes before they were to leave, he managed to slip a note to one of the kitchen staff, asking them to give it to Jackie. In the note, he said, “Thank you for having coffee with me last night. If you’re ever in the states, look me up. Sincerely, David.” At the bottom he had written his full name and parents address. He hoped she would at least write to him someday.
Over the next few months, he didn’t get much time to think about women, much less snatch any panties. He was working twelve hour shifts, in the motor pool. David did not forget about Jackie though, she was always in the back of his mind and he carried her panties in his pocket at all times. He did not get a chance to further investigate his renewed fondness for panties until his tour ended and he was send back home a few weeks before Christmas.
He had trouble finding work and was forced to accept a job as a department store Santa Clause. At first, he hated every minute of it. The screaming children and endless lines of people gave him a headache. However, it did not take him long to start noticing the mothers of all the small children. They usually bent over to pick the crying child up off his lap, giving him a glimpse at their milky white breasts. Even better was when they leaned over to tie their offspring’s shoes, giving him the chance to admire the panty lines across their ass. Work became a sanctuary for David.
Quite unexpectedly, he got a major thrill one afternoon. A little boy refused to sit on his lap unless his mother did it to. So she sat on his knee, while trying to coax her son to join her. The moment her ass made contact with David’s leg, he lost his senses. Her body heat seemed to penetrate his Santa suit, sending a rush of pleasure straight to his crotch.
When she turned to face her child, inadvertently straddling his knee, it was all David could do to control himself from cumming as her sex pressed against his thigh. His rock hard cock strained to be released from his underwear. As the woman stood up, trying to pull the boy toward her, David excused himself, pretending to be sick. He quickly walked toward the restroom, while trying to hide his erection.
He had to pass through the women’s clothing department on his way to the men’s room. As he was hurrying past the clothes, he noticed sexy lingerie hanging on a rack and froze in his tracks. He slowly browsed through the merchandise until he spotted what he was looking for, a pair of sexy panties. Pretending to pop his neck as he checked to see if anyone was watching him, he wadded the underwear up in his hand and slid it into his pocket before rushing to the bathroom.
Luckily the restroom had a lock on the door, giving him the chance to whip out his throbbing cock. He sighed in relief as some of the pressure was let off his manhood. His fingers shook when he pulled the panties out his pocket and carefully wrapped them around his rod. He leaned against the wall, tilting his head back and closing his eyes as he began to stroke himself while fantasizing about the young woman who had sat on his lap. As he masturbated, her face slowly changed to Jackie’s in his mind.
David imagined that he had her bent over the big Santa chair that he sat in, and was slipping his cock into her wet heat. He rocked his body feverishly against his hand as he gripped his length tight, trying to mimic the feel of a woman. His balls bounced wildly as he moved faster and harder. “Oh yes. Such a nice pussy.”, He said with a deep groan, thrusting very hard and arching his back as a strong orgasm rippled through his loins. He pulled the silky panties aside, grunting and aiming his cock at the mirror, spraying streams of hot cum all over it.
At that moment someone knocked on the restroom door, startling him. He hurriedly tucked his softening log back into his pants then reached over and flushed the toilet. That was when he noticed that there was no toilet paper to wipe up his mess with. “Just a minute.”, He replied when the knock sounded again. He could see that the paper towel dispenser was empty. So he tried to wipe the mirror clean with the panties. It didn’t take him long to make things worse. The material was not absorbent. Soon the mirror was covered in a white blurry film. He stuck them back in his pocket and looked around for something else to use.
His mind raced as he tried to figure out what to do. Then it occurred to him that his underwear was cotton. He quickly dropped his pants and stepped out of them as he tugged his undies off. They worked perfectly, soaking up every bit of his mess. He dropped them in the trash can and pulled his pants back up. After washing his hands, he unlocked the door. He jumped when he saw his boss standing there glaring at him. “Why aren’t you working?”, He snarled at David.
Panic set in as his mouth went dry and he tried to find his voice. He finally managed to say, “Sorry sir. I was feeling sick and didn’t want to infect any of the children.” When he said it, his own words sounded so lame to him. He just knew that he was about to be fired. After staring at him intensely his boss said, “Ok, but if it ever happens again, you should let your supervisor know that you are taking a break.” David nodded his head and replied, “Yes, sir.” He let out a sigh of relief and headed back to his post.
The following day was Christmas, which meant his temporary job was over. His mother had nagged him to no end about going to church but he had ignored her until she left. As he was trying to go back to sleep, a melancholy female voice reached his ears. He opened his eyes and listened. He wondered who was singing. When he sat up, he realized the sound was drifting through the window. “Damn, cheap windows.”, He grumbled as he stumbled out of bed, tripping on the blanket he had wrapped around himself, almost falling flat on his face. He was able to catch himself with his hands on the edge of the window seal.
That’s when he saw her. In the back of his mind, he vaguely remembered his father saying they had a new neighbor. He was transfixed by the sight of her. Everything about her reminded him of Jackie. The sunlight radiated off her blonde hair, making it seem as if she were glowing. He watched her bend over and pick up something. Her ass reminded him of the sweet English nurse, too. The curvature of their breasts was also the same. His breath caught in his throat when he realized that she was hanging panties on the clothes line. He literally had to wipe the drool from the corners of his mouth.
When she stopped what she was doing to rub her hands together, he wondered why she was hanging clothes out in the middle of winter. As if she sensed she was being watched, she turned her face in the direction of his house. His heart nearly jumped out of his chest when he got a better look at her features. When he saw her eyes, he knew for sure that it was Jackie. He hurried to throw on his clothes and shoes, not bothering to tie them.
Running down the stairs, he ended up missing his footing and falling down the last few steps. He pulled himself up onto his feet and ran through the house to the back door where he grabbed his coat off the hook. Trying to look casual, he picked up the trash can and carried it outside. He started whistling as he walked to the side of the house, hoping to catch her attention. When she spoke to him, goose bumps rose on his skin. Her English accent was like heaven to his ears.
“Hello, David.”, She called to him. He turned to look at her, pretending to be surprised. He squinted his eyes and stepped closer to the fence as if he were trying to remember her. Then he said, “Jackie, Is that you? What on Earth are you doing here?” She laughed and said, “Of course it’s me. Aren’t you happy to see me?” Forgetting the trash can, he dropped it and walked over to the fence. “Sorry. Yes I’m happy to see you. I’m just surprised, that’s all.”, He said with a sheepish grin.
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