Angela caught me red-handed.
It was December 1998 and I was home for the holidays. I went out drinking with a friend and when we got in his mom offered me the basement to sleep. She brought down some sheets and helped me pull out the sofa.
Before she’d even left I’d noticed the laundry room. I waited 20 minutes with my heart racing and my cock getting hard. Finally I didn’t hear any more footsteps above me.
I crept over to the washer and dryer. There was some stacked laundry on top. Socks. Sheets. Nothing exciting. I opened the dryer, trying hard not to make a sound. Inside was the mother load. It was all delicates. I was worried someone would come down the stairs. My heart was pounding. I quickly grabbed two pair of panties and shut the dryer. I scampered back out of the laundry room and over to my bed.
I had grabbed a black satin bikini style and black nylon full cut briefs with a floral print. The second pair looked more accommodating. I quickly shed my pants and underwear. I pulled the panties on. They hugged my hard cock. I climbed in bed and turned off the light. I closed my eyes and started touching my cock. I fantasized about someone else touching me.