You promised her you would look after her cat while she was out of town—you hate the little devil but it’s what you do for your friends. You drop in twice a day to feed the little bugger, play with him a bit and head home. As you walk down the hall to leave, you peak into her bedroom and look at her dresser—resisting the temptation to go through her things you head home.
On your last cat duty, you look into her bedroom again. Your heart beating heavy in your chest you give in to the temptation and slide open the top drawer of her dresser. You nervously dig her collection of cotton and silk panties. You slowly start to get hard imaging her in them.
You find some red lace panties that are transparent in the back, and a matching bralette that you lay down on her bed. You rub a pair of her silk panties around your now throbbing cock and think about the one time a few years ago when you were both particularly vulnerable, got too drunk, and hooked up.