Charlotte, NC 07:48 EST
Jen was a nice neighbor. She travelled for work occasionally, and would every once in a while ask if I could help her with tiny tasks. Sometimes it was feeding her cats, and bringing in her mail while she was out of town for work. I was happy to do it. We were both in our middle thirties and professional people, and I liked having a bit more sense of community when most of my everyday life felt anonymous and disconnected. Jen was pretty and fun, in a familiar way. Her laugh and voice were husky and deep, and she carried her confidence well. She wore stretch pants and carried a tiny bit more weight than was probably healthy, but I wasn’t one to judge. I’m no different. I had followed her on social media, and would be lying if I said some photos of her in a sundress having a drink on a balcony showing off some deep, freckled cleavage had not made me more than a little curious.
We were both just living our lives and I did not want to be the weird guy who couldn’t appreciate the relationship I had with someone without trying to make it weird by asking her to get a drink. I tried to let it go.
I awoke early one morning and was supposed to go over to take care of her cat. I poured my coffee and opened up my feed to browse my free minutes before my day started and it found a photo of Jen reclined with her feet crossed at the ankles and drink in her right hand. She had taken the photo in front of a small pool where she must have been staying on this work trip. Captioned with ‘Better than a bad first date!’
As I looked at it briefly, the depth of the line that her thighs made right as they met above her knees was enticing. It was by no means a revealing photo, but suggested enough for it to be on my mind as I put my bag together and walked out the door. I flexed my calves and quads while waiting on the elevator trying to get my half staff erection to subside. It eventually went away, and as the doors separated I pulled out my phone to take my mind off of what Jen looked like in her bathing suit.
I closed her door softly because her cat could be skittish. I set my bag and jacket over the chair by her table, and briefly took in her living room. Her place was always compulsively clean. I had never seen it the slightest bit out of place. Magazines splayed out in a fan on the coffee table, no dust anywhere. I had no clue how she managed it with a cat, but it was something I took notice of all the times I had been in her place. I found Kingsley and gave him a scratch. He had gotten friendlier the more regularly we encountered one another and I almost missed him when it had been several weeks since she had been out of town.
The new carafe she bought was nice. It was large and very heavy ceramic, patterned with small tessellated fish. I filled it with water for the plants and Kingsley’s bowl and started my quick round. Kingsley must have felt needy, because he was very insistent about walking between my legs as I tried to make sure all the plants got the drink that they needed. I cracked open the bedroom door to make sure the fittonia got what it needed, and Kingsley managed to trip me as I walked across the bedroom. I dropped the carafe and it hit the floor and immediately became several shattered pieces and broken glaze scattered across the carpet. Kingsley bolted from the room, and I swore at my own stupidity. “Ah fuck!”
I ran to the bathroom to grab a towel to clean up the water from the carpet. I stood on a towel to blot the water out, and picked up the pieces of the broken pottery and put them in her kitchen garbage. I pulled out my phone and sent Jen a message.
**Hey, I dropped the new water jug. Everything is cleaned up, but please let me know where you found it and I’ll get you a new one. I’m terribly sorry, I’m a total klutz. Hope your day is going ok!**
I exhaled slowly and went to retrieve the towel from the bathroom floor and took it to the bathroom and opened the hamper to throw it in. I looked down and saw a small pile of fabric – one was bright teal and the rest were different shades of black. My interest got the better of me and I sat the towel on the ground. I reached into the hamper and pulled out the garments and glanced at them. A black maxi dress with a plunging neckline hit the floor after I dropped it. Next came the teal satin bra and panties. I looked at the tag – 38 J. The smell of lilac perfume was still noticeable as I draped one cup over the outside and the other within the hamper. The small teal boyshorts were so smooth in my hands. I turned them out and saw small lines of off white residue. I pulled them up to my face and inhaled.
I was so hard that it almost hurt to take the band of my boxers down. I began inhaling Jen’s scent off of her panties. I imagined what she must have looked like getting ready to put them on. Sliding them up her legs, past her full calves and the material beginning to stretch over her thighs. They were very thin material, and they did not smell very strong, but I could already feel my head starting to get a little light. I quickly dropped my belt and pants to the floor and started stroking myself. I thought back to the rest of the hamper and quickly ran my hands over the remaining fabric until I felt soft cotton. I pulled another pair of fullback panties out of the hamper, and turned them out. The gusset was slightly discolored and damp. I brought them to my nose and was greeted with a powerful scent. When I opened my mouth to exhale, I could even taste her. I pulled my foreskin back to expose the swollen and already leaking head of my cock. I took the sheer satin and began wrapping them around my head and sliding my fingers around the edges of my head, imaging what Jen would look like underneath me, her breasts shaking as I entered her. I half shuffled my way out to her bedroom and lay down on her bed – and brought her other panties back to my nose and got lost in a deeper fantasy than I’d ever allowed myself to have about her before.
In my head Jen was laying under me, her hair splayed out over the pillows I could see out of the corner of my eye. I was thrusting into her, my hand on her headboard and her calves wrapped around my hips. Her breasts were shaking rhythmically, left and right side to side, her flesh was wet and her freckled chest heaving.
I pulled the crotch of her black panties onto my lips and drug the tip of my tongue over it. I realized that I was getting closer to coming than I had prepared for. I was lost in the idea of being buried to the hilt in Jen’s wet sex.
*My mind’s eyes were awash in me falling forward on top of Jen, slowing to catch my breath. Tiny sweat droplets plopped on her chest as her hands wrapped my shoulders and pulled me down to kiss her. She bit my lip slightly between her teeth, and forced her head back into the pillows behind her. I gasped as my lip popped free, and she snaked a hand in between our bodies to touch herself while she looked at me.
“This is so good. Don’t stop – keep going..”
“I just need a second, I don’t want to come yet.”
She scooted her ass towards me, and forced me an inch or so deeper into her as I tried to think. I could feel her drenched lips around my head and the first couple of inches of my shaft, and soon her fingers were grazing the sides of me and the base of my cock. She moved her legs up and pulled me closer to her. We were face to face, and she whispered as she looked me in the eyes..
“It’s ok, just let go. Come for me. Come in me.”
I pushed myself forward almost imperceptibly, and she brought her hand up to my mouth. Her dripping fingers found my lips and parted them, and she put her sweat and sex covered digits into my mouth while gently saying
“That’s it, right there. Right there! Do we taste good? You like that?”
I utterly lost control. I could no longer hold back and felt myself exploding from the center of my chest to my feet. My legs were shaking and I felt her legs wrap me up as I came. Two, three, four, five spasms…*
I opened my eyes and looked down. I was shooting warm, thick streams through the crotch of the light satin panties that had been wrapped around Jen’s legs and ass only a couple of days ago. I could scarcely breath without shuddering and I moved her panties away from my nose and mouth. The reality that I was lying on my friend’s bed, covered in my own cum that was soaking through her dirty underwear. I half got up, trying not to cover myself in the mess of my own pleasure. I hobbled to the bathroom and washed my hands and dried them off. I wiped the small splotches of come off of my abdomen and put my outfit back together. I looked at the time – barely enough to make it to work only a little late – and had decisions to make.
I breathed and felt so much guilt set in. I felt terrible for breaking her trust, and invading her space. I had always found this sort of thing alluring, but it had been with girlfriends in college, and they had playfully left them in my dorm room. This was different, and I felt so disgusted with myself. I double checked the bed, and other than smoothing the comforter out, it looked in good shape. I walked back into the bathroom and put everything but the purloined panties back into the hamper. I couldn’t just leave the sodden ones sitting in her hamper. I’d have to move to a different state and start a new life if I was found out. I decided that I could just take them home, wash them myself, and put them back when I came to give the cat his dinner that evening. I hurriedly walked to the kitchen and got a plastic bag and put the rapidly solidifying stained panties into it. I put it in my shoulder bag and considered it…I could sneak the other pair with me. It would be fine. I got another bag and separately placed them into my bag on Jen’s table.
I blinked and tried to put myself back together. I tried to put Jen out of my mind and think about what I needed to do next, in order. I put my jacket on, threw my bag over my shoulder, and half-jogged to the elevator.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/p9nqpe/a_couple_of_chores_while_im_out_of_town_mf