She deliberately pressed her soapy tits against the shower curtain, the material clunge to her, Graham could feel a dampness in his shorts, his breathing was heavy as he rocked to and fro to get a better look at her.
Vicki's face appeared around the curtain, she could see him through the gap in the door but she didn't want to let on.
MR PROCTOR!! she shouted, she heard him scurry all Ng the landing and down the stairs till he reached the bottom, she tried to hide a giggle, she was playing a sexy little game and she was loving it however sleazy Mr Proctor was.
MR PROCTOR!!
Er yes he called from the base of the stairs, I'll make you a cuppa when I'm finished here, if you want to put the kettle on, the kitchens at the end of the hallway.
Oh er righteo.
Graham squeezed his crotch, his meager cock pressed against his shorts, trying to adjust himself as he walked to the kitchen.
He saw the kettle and filled it with water, he could hear her bumping around upstairs. He switched it on, he didn't want to rummage around the cupboards for mugs he felt that she'd think he'd been noseying around so just let the kettle start to boil.
Vicki walked along the landing naked again to her bedroom, she felt sexy knowing he was downstairs no doubt playing with himself.
She put on a little white crop top a fresh pair of pink silk panties and a pair of daisy dukes, pulled up so the cheeks of her arse showed, she looked so fit. She pushed her boobs up as she looked in the mirror and smiled, then set off downstairs.
She knew he was in the kitchen but looked in the living room hoping he'd catch sight of her arse.
Graham?
In here came the voice from behind the kitchen door.
She walked sexily to it, pushing it open.
Graham's eyes nearly popped from their sockets.
Oh there you are. Do you want tea or coffee?
Oh I only drink tea he said pulling one of the chairs from under the table and sitting down behind her.
She opened the cupboard and on tip toes reached for the jar containing tea bags, her arse was a peach, Graham sat staring at her legs covering his crotch with his hand.
Bloody Linda I don't know why she keeps them up here this high, probably thinks I'm gonna steal them or something.
Oh yes quite came the reply.
The kettle boiled as she grabbed two mugs.
Your alright with a mug rather than cups she smiled holding them at chest height.
Mugs fine he replied his voice faltering he had to cough.
Milk and sugar?
Yes two sugars please.
She opened the fridge door and grabbed the milk from the holder in the door, she opened it then smelt it, it had only just been opened.
Does this smell ok to you, pointing it towards his face, he took a sniff, yeah fine.
You sure, it smells gone off to me, look I'll nip out and go and get a fresh one is that ok.
It's fine really!
I'm a bit funny about food you know sell by dates and all that, I'll pop to the shop on the corner and get a fresh one.
She bent over in front of him to put her trainers back on, his hands inches from it, do you want anything?
Er no, no I'm fine.
She grabbed her purse, shan't be a minute.
Ok. She went to the front door and closed it behind her.
Graham got up and went into the living room watching her walk down the street.
His cock was aching, his curiosity couldn't wait, he made his way upstairs, his breathing heavy through sexual excitement.
Her bedroom door had been left ajar, lucky for him, he pushed it open, the scent of her washed over him making his cock pulse, her bed, her things on her dressing table.
Her sweaty running gear lay on top of a wicker basket by her bed, he picked them up, they were damp with her sweaty, he put them to his nose, arghhhh he sighed.
The top drawer of her dressing table was slightly open he pulled it. What lay inside almost had him cumming
Her underwear all in pretty colours lay at the front, he reached in, they were concealing something.
His hand touched the soft, veiny rubber shaft of something, he pulled it. It was the large black dildo he'd watched her play with yesterday. He picked it up, marvelling at the size of it. He had to smell it, he wanted it to smell of her, of her juices, it didn't it smelt of latex, he moved his hand further into the drawer feeling something else hard and rubbery and pulled it out.
It was her butt plug.
He looked around as if she would be there, of course she wasn't, he sniffed it then, know licked it, his hand went down his overalls to his now slimy cock and started to play with himself. His cock pulsed as he slipped the black rubber toy with the sparkly heart shaped end into his mouth, the thought of where it had been sending the most amazing feelings through him. While sucking her plug like a lolly pop he glanced back at the wicker basket and walked over to it. He lifted the lid and struck gold
There inside in a pastel shade mountain of dirty knickers. The anticipation was almost too much, he put her plug down and again looked around to the door.
His hand went in like one of those grabber arms you see in an amusement arcade and picked out a black pair of silky lace knickers, he didn't hesitate and put them to his face, he first got the aroma of her perfume, he turned them so his hand cupped the gusset. His thumb sliding over the inside wishing she was still wearing them. He put it to his nose while his hand frantically wanked his cock. The aroma of her sex hit him like a bolt of lightning.
Oh fuck he whispered fuckin hell. It was like a drug, like smelling salts, he just had to, he unbuttoned his bib and brace letting them fall around his legs, he put his hand in his shorts and while sniffing her knickers his cock exploded into her laundry basket.
He grunted hard as his meagre cock let go, streams of cum, more than he thought possible fell onto her laundry, shining lines of sticky liquid covered her knickers.
He could hear the key going in the front door
Fuck!!!
He closed the lid, threw her running gear back on top and scurried out of her room and aling the landing, to the bathroom...tbc |
