It's a common story I suppose. My wife had left me and for 18 months or so I was the kind of sad bloke that downloaded porn from the Internet because the thought of actually getting involved with someone else was emotionally just too risky.
The problem was that the porn soon became boring and as my confidence increased I started thinking about finding a real live woman. But there's the problem straight away, I was too scared to risk just asking someone at work or anyone I met socially for fear of being rejected. Stupid I know, but anyone who has been, or is going through a divorce will probably identify with that feeling of playing it safe all the time.
Most of my female friends were married and while most of them had been very kind to me in a sisterly sort of way, inviting me to dinner with their families always present and never a hint of anything other than platonic friendship and support, I was starting to look for more.
I had one friend, we'll call her Liz, who was happily married to John, the kind of woman who is very warm, always a big hug when we met. She was soft and caring and in any other circumstances very approachable, but she was married. They didn't have any kids yet, but she was the kind of person you just knew would make a good mother.
Despite knowing that it wouldn't go anywhere I became more fixated on Liz. I started to look at her and wondered what she'd look like naked. She was the object of my thoughts while I masturbated. I started to see more of her and her husband and they both supported my tentative emergence from my doom and gloom phase. The problem was the more she helped the more I fantasised about her.
One Saturday evening I was invited round for dinner. We had a good and relaxing time, the wine flowed and we chatted after the meal was finished with Liz sitting on a sofa opposite me with her legs tucked up sideways. She was wearing a pair of the tight fitting leggings that were popular at the time and I became fascinated by the outline of her panties making a neat curve across her even neater cheeks. I've always been a bit of a 'bum' man, not that I'm not partial to a firm pair of breasts mind you, and she had those as well-- but Liz's rear end was very much the rounded, firm and fit type that occupied my sexier dreams. As we talked I became surreptitiously more and more aroused and had to cross my legs to hide my growing erection. Relief came when Liz got up to get some more coffee and I could slip away to the bathroom making sure I kept my back to John as I left the room.
Their bathroom was on the first floor, one of those big luxury rooms with carpets, a large shower compartment and a bath too. I released by cock from my trousers and stood looking at myself in the mirror while I slowly stroked it.
A sudden thought.... Near the bath was a big wicker laundry basket. I couldn't help myself. I opened it and started to look through the items in there, pillow cases, shirts, a purple silk blouse that I lifted to my nose and smelt Liz's perfume. I pulled more items out and then gold dust! A pair of women's panties, dark blue silk with white trim. I lifted them slowly to my nose as my cock twitched to full hardness. In the crotch I could smell the faint aroma of soap and something else, the faint musk of Liz's vagina. I was in heaven! The soft smooth silk, the beautiful aroma of Liz's body, the taboo I was breaking by handling her panties.
I couldn't help myself. I stepped out of my clothes and slid into hers. The cool silk against my chest and her tight panties round my cock. I watched myself in the mirror as I stroked my hard-on faster and faster and then suddenly I was coming. Oh shit! I was going to come all over their expensive carpet. Instinctively I caught my cum in the only thing to hand, Liz's panties. It was a wonderful orgasm and for half a minute I stood there pumping my cock into the cool silk of her sexy panties.
And then it struck me. Bugger! What was I going to do now? I couldn't wash them out and I couldn't just put them back in the basket. She'd notice a pair of wet panties in her laundry basket whatever the cause of their wetness. Nothing for it but to wrap them up in some paper handkerchiefs and put them in my pocket. Feeling a little bit sad and stupid now, I dressed quickly and flushed the toilet before going back down stairs.
Hoping I wasn't looking guilty or embarrassed I drank the offered coffee and then made excuses about being up early the next day. As I drove home I took the small package from my pocket and opened it. Like a small birthday and Christmas present rolled into one. I'd just wash them at home and slip them back into her laundry basket next time I was invited. She wouldn't notice. Things always go missing for a few weeks at a time in most houses. I relaxed and felt happy now I'd got it all sorted in my mind.
But, and isn't there always a 'but' in life? I hadn't counted on Liz's female intuition / instinct, call it what you will.
A few days' later my phone rang.
'Hi Mitch.'
'Liz! Hi! How are you? Thanks for a wonderful evening on Saturday.' It tumbled out a bit because I wasn't expecting a call from her and after the other night I was feeling a bit guilty I suppose.
'I'm fine thanks. I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Actually I want to ask you a favour. Could I come round and talk to you later on today?'
'Yes of course Liz. Anything you want. Can't you ask me now?'
'Well, ermm, not really. It's a bit hush hush you see!'
'Well OK. What time do you want to come over?'
We arranged a time and after I put the phone down my mind started to work overtime. I ticked off the possibilities. She'd missed the panties and was furious? She didn't sound mad. She wanted to ask for them back? Unlikely I thought. She'd be too shy to just come out with it. Perhaps it was a surprise for John; it was 6 weeks or so to his birthday. But she could have told me that on the phone. But maybe John was in the house and she didn't want to be overheard. Maybe she just wanted to chat. Maybe her relationship was in trouble and I hadn't noticed it. After all, my split from my wife came as a complete shock to our friends and I wasn't in my most perceptive state of mind. Well I'd know soon enough.
'Liz, come in.' I stood back to let her in the door.
'Hello Mitch.' She gave me one of her special big hugs. I could smell her animal warmth and immediately my mind flashed back to standing in her bathroom with her panties to my nose. She wore a thin blouse through which I could see the outlines of a bra and loose-fitting knee length shorts that shaped nicely round her sweet rear end. Oh God!
'You OK Mitch?'
'What? Oh yes, sorry.' I let go of her and covered my embarrassment.
'Sorry just a bit distracted there for a moment.'
'That's OK; I thought you seemed a little on edge. You sure everything's OK?'
'Yes, yes thanks. Would you like a drink? Some wine?'
'Well just a little one as I'm driving but wine would be nice thanks.'
I opened a bottle and took the glasses through to my lounge where Liz was sitting on one end of my biggest sofa. I sat beside her, but at a little distance.
'Well,' I said. 'What's the big mystery then?' This time it was Liz's turn to look a bit sheepish.
'Umm well,' she looked at her toes, at the wall and then at me. 'You must promise not to laugh or be embarrassed.' I promised.
