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After graduating college and with nothing else to do, I decided to rent a room in a house owned by a family friend. Mrs. Jones lived by the ocean, so it would hopefully make for a relaxing summer.
I took the bus in to town, and then was able to walk to her street. I was pretty amazed to find that she lived in such a ritzy neighbourhood. All the houses were new and quite large. Shining cars were on almost every drive way. Carrying my duffle down the street, I soon found her house. It was a two story with a large front yard and large windows across the front. I walked up her front walkway and knocked and rang the doorbell.
I'd never actually met Mrs. Jones, and so my jaw dropped when she opened the door. She was about 35 with wavy brown hair. She was wearing a tight, black blazer that revealed the wispy black lace of her bra and some great cleavage. I smiled at her and knew that I was going to enjoy it here.
"Oh David! I didn't think you'd arrive until later this afternoon. As luck would have it, I'm just about to run out and do some errands. I'll show you around first, though." She said, smiling at me through her red lipstick. I followed the clicking of her black stiletto heels as she pointed things out to me.
"There's the tv...use it whenever you want" It was a nice, new flat screen with a leather sectional sofa in front of it. "There's a few videos you might like as well" She said, winking at me before heading upstairs. I began to wonder what that meant, but was distracted as I watched her short skirt reveal the gartered tops of her stockings as she went ahead of me, feeling myself harden slightly.
"Your room is here, on the left" she said, opening a door. Inside was double bed, a desk, an a view of a backyard with a pool. "The bathroom's down the hall, and my room is the door just past it. Now, I've got to run, but I'll see you in a bit" she continued, waving goodbye to me as I set my duffle bag on the bed.
I decided that the best idea would be to take a shower now, so I got undressed and found some towels stacked neatly on the dresser. In the bathroom, I shaved and brushed my teeth before stepping into the shower, rubbing my cock in the warm water and thinking about how hot Mrs. Jones was. She really had a nice set of tits!
I was still thinking about them as I walked back to my room with the towel wrapped around my waist. Then, I happened to look down at the laundry basket sitting on the top of the stairs. Right on top was a pair of silky, white panties. Picking them up, I put them to my face and smelled her scent. Mmm. This started to get my really hard, so I went back into my room, holding the panties. I knew she probably wouldn't be home for a little bit, so I lay down on the bed naked and began to stroke myself with the smooth fabric, thinking of what Mrs. Jones looked like naked. I closed my eyes and let the panties slide up and down my hard cock, moaning slightly as I felt myself get closer to cumming.
"What are you doing?" Mrs. Jones said. I opened my eyes, and saw her leaning against the door frame to my room, watching me.
"uh...." I didn't have a reply.
"Is that my underwear?" She asked, walking over to me.
"It is...I'm really sorry...."
"Is this anyway for a houseguest to behave?"
"I'll make it up to you..." I stammered.
"And how are you going to do that?" she said, putting her hands on the footboard of the bed and leaning over. It gave me a great view of her rack, and I gave my cock a few more strokes.
"I'll...I'll..." I was so nervous and aroused.
"You'll what?" she said.
