The next few weeks passed by surreally like in a dream; he felt like he was viewing his life as an observer. He watched at first as they bumped into each other frequently around the house in an awkward fashion; averting eye contact and keeping their discussions to a minimum. He then watched as the situation became more comfortable and their contact warmed and then normalized; however they both seemed to sneak sly smiles and peaks at each other as if they shared an unspoken and hidden secret. During these weeks there were no incidents of exhibitionism or voyeurism and life went on; however visions and fantasies of watching her and having her watch him danced playfully in his head continuously and he often relieved himself using these images as fuel.
At the beginning of the fourth week he was in the basement, ironing a shirt for a job interview, when he heard the hatch to the upstairs laundry shoot open and close and watched as a pair of cotton panties slid down the shoot and fall into an old crib that she used as a hamper. He knew that meant that she had just taken these off and was getting into the shower; his stomach and groin exploded with an electric type of vibration as he walked to the hamper and looked at the crumpled fresh panties. He reached for them and brought to them to his face; they were soft and warm. He closed his eyes as he imagined them slipping off of her, exposing her full black bush and ample buttocks. His member grew in his shorts to an extreme point of hardness as he breathed in deep and smiled comfortably at the intoxicating aroma of her scent. How he longed to touch her, smell her and taste her.
Opening his eyes and shaking the cobwebs from his head he fully inspected her panties taking notice of just a little bit of wetness in the crotch; he brought this part to first his nose and then to the tip of his tongue and tasted her lightly at first and then sucking the juices from the fabric as his nose was pressed firmly to where her ass and her beautiful anus was. Soon without a touch to it, his hard cock began throbbing and then gushed out his semen in large pulsating surges. First a pleasant calm fell over him like a warm blanket followed by embarrassment, shame and guilt.
What kind of animal did this? He wondered to himself as he removed his boxers and threw them in the hamper.
He gathered himself, put on a fresh pair of boxers and finished ironing the shirt so that he could attend his scheduled interview.
After he had left, she was in the basement preparing a load of wash when she reached into the hamper and was shocked when her hand slid into his cold and wet boxers accidentally. She removed her hand and began wiping it on her pants; first disgusted and annoyed but she was also noticing her panties next to his boxers as the mental picture started forming. A pair of his soiled and sticky boxers next to a pair of her panties that looked like someone had tried to suck the fabric out of the crotch.
"This has to stop," she said aloud to herself, ignoring the tingle that she felt in the same spot that she knew he had been fantasizing about when he sniffed and licked her panties while he masturbated. Several hours later as the day slipped slowly into the night he found himself at his study in his room checking his email for any signs from the company he had interviewed with earlier in the day; with no messages he logged onto a site of his pleasure and happily perused various female forms engaged in various sexual acts. Even with the images clearly in front of him he could not fade away the prevalent image of her; near and pleasuring herself.
He did not hear her at first coming down the hall as he leaned back in the chair at his desk with his eyes closed and his fist firmly and slowly stroking his manhood; but he did hear his door open. He quickly stopped stroking but he kept his eyes closed with his cock in his hand; he grasped it firmly and held still as he felt her watching him. Slowly he started stroking it again with his confidence high and knowing that she was there, quiet and watching him he could almost hear and smell her touching herself, which she was. Incredibly to her she realized that her plans had been stopped in their tracks as instead of confronting him she was paralyzed with eroticism as she watched him manipulate the hard cock that she fantasized about. She knew that she wanted it; she wanted it in her hand, in her mouth, in her wet pussy and in her ass. She knew that regardless of how wrong it was that it felt so right; and that he would do anything to her and for her that she commanded. The thought of telling him to lick her, to suck her and to put his tongue anywhere and everywhere and knowing that he would do it was too much to bear.
