Young guy’s quest to have my used knickers

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Young guy’s quest to have my used knickersBen and his two pals were on holiday here for a few weeks, earlier in the summer. By the last week of their holidays his two mates were hopelessly lost in holiday romances. As for the rest of their holiday? well you can guess…! He looked an increasingly lonely figure for the last week or so, and the shine he had taken to me earlier at the beach seemed to be his only brightness as he took every chance to chat me up, during which amid other flattery, he told me that he had already noticed me when here two years previously celebrating his 18th birthday. At the time he seems to have taken more than passing interest in me if I was to read between the lines of him recalling my state of dress, indeed undress, at a wet Tshirt fundraiser for a local charity. I have to admit I felt some compassion for him and not just because he was a darkly attractive, well mannered young fellow. On the Friday night at the local pub/social centre when he approached me on the dance floor, alongside my husband, I immediately gauged his needy intent albeit that he was at least pretending to be shy. As we danced he took every chance to touch and hold me. At one point as we stood listening to an announcement from the stage I clearly felt the light touch of his hand on my back running down to my bottom where he tried to trace the gap between it’s cheeks, another time as we danced his hand swept past but momentarily lingering on my right breast. I have to admit my nipple stiffened almost immediately. By the end of the night the fact that he hadn’t got his hands into my knickers was not from the lack of trying on his part.The following day he was a bit sheepish when we saw each other in the coffee shop. He knew from the previous night that hubby was away to work from early Sunday so I anticipated that he might try to meet me before he was due to leave early Monday morning. Mid morning on Sunday my door bell rang and outside awaiting my answer was ‘my’ rather shy muttering young man explaining that he wanted to say good bye before leaving for home. We chatted a little, I didn’t invite him in… I asked how he enjoyed Friday night… He was eager to tell me he would be back again by the end of the canlı bahis summer… Shaking hands, I invited him to kiss my cheek knowing that he could not but look down at my tits well exposed in my low cut top. He kissed me on one cheek then the other but didn’t have the confidence to go for my mouth even though I left him the opportunity. Having said our ‘good byes’, I closed the door and instinctively and without any rational thought my right hand crossed to hold my left breast and feel for the nipple. This 66 yr old woman was getting delicious girlie feelings. Instinct was soon forcing me to take a quick peep through my security viewer and as I did I noticed him still lingering outside having gone barely a few steps away. I waited for about a minute and then opened the door as if to leave. I pretended to be surprised stopping abruptly. We looked at each other without a word for what seemed like ages. Eventually I ask in a rather bossy voice as to why he was still about, he shrinked back from me mumbling something which I ask him to repeat. “May I ask a favour” he stuttered meekly. “May I have something to bring with me” he enquired. “Like what” I asked. “Something personal” he responded. “Such as?” I replied. Some of your clothes if that’s ok”. “My clothes” I said “I don’t understand” knowing full what he meant as he stared at my tits half naked in my see through bra and top. “So what exactly do you want” I said again. After shuffling from one foot to another “a pair of your panties would be nice” he said. “OH… OK” I replied feeling some tingles in the pair I was wearing…. Well not quite as I wasn’t wearing any but you know what I mean! “Step in here so while I get you a pair” I replied.As I walked up the stairs to my bedroom I called him to come up and have a look at what he might like. There was a sudden spring in his step as he came in, up the steps and into my bedroom where I had already pulled out a drawer full of my knickers and placed it on my bed.”Oh! Fuck” he uttered as his eyes swept up the sensuousness and mystique of my very private room, totally distracted from my drawer of knickers. “Take a look” I said “there are just a few that are special to me but many from which you can choose”. bets10 He didn’t look, rather did he changed his stance so that he had a view into my laundry basket. He was awkwardness personified, maybe ‘disturbed’ by the pictures his imagination was drawing for him as to what I get up to (perhaps up on) in this private space. “Put them out on the bed if you wish” I suggested “so you can see them all” but he couldn’t get himself to handle my smalls, to pick them up and feel them. “Ok let’s see” I said taking the drawer and tipping its contents onto the bed. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to ‘handle’ my knickers, so to encourage him I asked if there was any in particular that was catching his eye. Still no response, he was truly ‘knickers struck’. Then I exposed the tart in me as I picked a used one from my laundry basket, turned it’s cotton gusset out and pushed it firmly under his nose. It was laden with a mixture of my dried wetness, my hubby’s cum and a strangers cum which I had mopped from my tits during an encounter on the beach two days before. That did it, his eyes closed as he drew in its musky scent again and again. “So I guess that’s you’re holiday trophy then” I said, he nodded and as he made to put them in his pocket my pussy was already ‘talking’ to me, tingling and dripping with delicious wetness. ” Tell you what” I said “lets have your cum in the mixed as well” reaching for my knickers in his hand and taking it. As I was not wearing panties I put on ‘his’ choice, making sure he had more than an eyefull of my ‘down there’ lady places by hiking up my tight skirt above my hips. Without pulling it back down I approached him and began to unzip him, his state of arousal was very obvious. “You are such a georgous woman, all my fantasies realised” his voice tremored. “For now, let’s just say I’m a beautifully delicious bitch with a very needy hot cunt” I advised, looking straight into his excited ‘can’t believe this is happening’ eyes. I now had him out, feeling along his length before rolling back his foreskin which was already floating on his pre cum, my other hand cupping and softly kneading the tension in his balls. I clearly knew that if I went down on him he would explode the bets10 giriş moment my lips would wrap around him. I needed him to last for as long as possible knowing that my approaching pleasure would, conditioned by age, arrive later than the tornado building in him.”Please… may I” he muttered pointing to my tits. “Of course” I encouraged, now with a desperate need to having my breasts and nipples ‘seen to’. Quickly he was reaching into my low cut top, getting one and then the other breast out of their bra cups. “My nipples, my nipples” I repeated. He needed no further encouragement. His hands (and lips) were swarming me, soon into my knickers and once in there instantly seeking out my slit and it’s treasures. One hand working from the front, the other holding my bottom, steadying it as I began involuntary trusting. His middle finger was now drilling my vagina such that it seemed he was searching for the opening to my cervix. His mouth furiously searching for enough tit and nipple. My masturbation of his penis was rhythmically draining his pre cum onto my fingers in large crystal clear globules. The tensing of his balls and his involuntary ‘fuck thrusting’ signalled that he would soon spill. “I want you to put it on my pussy hair” I told him, momentarily uncupping his balls to guide his hand to the waist band of my knickers. He tugged it downward just as his first spasm jetted onto my lower belly. His further spasms jetted cum in a frenzy leaving the space from my navel and the place on my upper thighs where the hold up band of my stockings would normally, flowing with young man’s semen most of which was soon seeping down into panties. Suddenly I was grabbing him by the shoulders so that I could maximise my pressure as i was grinding my pubic bone against this right thigh, making sure to wedge his hand that was now back in my slit against my clitoris. I exploded, crying out in uncontrolled orgasmic moans as I tried to wrap a leg around his arse. As my spasms ceded I edged my way to the end of the bed, lying back, I ordered him to take it off, telling him that he was fully deserving of his quest. As he approached, his flaccid penis still visible in his still undone his pants still, I raised my legs so he could slide my panties down my thighs and over my toes. I lay back exhausted in utter and visceral satisfaction. By the time I heard him close my front door on his exit I was already drifting into my after cum sleep.

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