The telephone was ringing and the voice on the other end was my sister-in-law, Arlene. She asked me, in her usual cold manner, if she could speak to my wife. "Hi Rich, can I please talk to Debbie". There was something about her that I could never really stand, but she was my wife's sister, so I always kept a smile on my face when I was around her. "Arlene, can you please send Rich over because Lauren's bed leg is broken or something and the washing machine just stopped running?" I heard Debbie say "ok, I'll ask him." What does she want now, I was thinking.
"Rich can you go over my sisters house because she is having problems with the washing machine and Lauren's bed leg is broken or something", Debbie said.
"Oh my god" I said. "Her husband dies and I have to take over his responsibilities. I don't want to go. I have things to do around here."
"Oh, come on please! I feel so bad for her, no one there to help when things happen."
"Yeah, but John left her with a ton of money, let her call someone in to help" I said.
Debbie said, "please, come on, I'm going out shopping for a few hours with Carol anyway, unless you want to come and help us"
"Oh, ok ... never mind. I'll do it, but you owe me" I said.
When I walked in Arlene's house, something didn't quite feel right. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it just felt funny. "Rich", Arlene yelled. "Is that you? I'm in the kitchen." I walked down the hallway into the kitchen and there she was, miserable as usual. She was dressed in her hospital scrubs. She looked at me, in what I thought was a funny way, but I just ignored it and asked her what she wanted me to look at first. She said, "Why don't you go upstairs and Lauren will show you what is wrong with her bed." I noticed Arlene walk out of the kitchen and follow me up the stairs with her eyes, saying nothing ... just looking.
I walked up the stairs and Lauren was standing in the doorway of her bedroom. She said, "Hi Uncle Rich, come in my room and I'll show you what's wrong." As I walked through the door, I saw she was folding panties and socks on her bed. I couldn't help but notice her panties, because I have such a panty fetish. I can't go anywhere without wondering what panties women are wearing. Since I wear my own panties most of the time, I always wonder if mine are sexier than the girls and women I see throughout the day. Lauren's panties were almost all nylon. There were a few pairs of tiny cotton string bikini's, but mostly thongs that were nylon or some other shiny silky material. I could feel my cock stir in my panties. I wore a pretty pair of white nylon bikini panties with a pink bow. I almost always wear panties during the day, but am always careful to change before the evening is spent with my wife. She would not understand and I didn't want to find out what she would say or do, if she found out.
So, I kept my little secret, just that, a secret. I indulged myself even more when I traveled for business and would spend some nights in a hotel. I had a special suitcase for that purpose. I had a DVD player, tools to connect it to the hotel room television and of course, a lot of DVD's and panties, dildos, lubricants, and a wide variety of other items I might use. I also kept a baggie of marijuana and papers in there too. I loved to get high and dress in my hotel room. Slowly torturing myself (holding off cumming and maybe tying my clittie up with straps or shoving the dildo's up my ass) all evening until I would eventually pee and cum in the panties. It always felt so good and exciting. I always wondered what it would be like if the maid came in while I was my alter-ego ... rickiee.
My momentary daydream was broken up with "Uncle Rich, hello! Are you there? Come see what's wrong with my bed."
"Sorry Lauren", I explained. "I was just thinking about something I forgot to do." I could feel my heart racing. I hadn't noticed that Lauren was dressed in a very short denim skirt with a white and pink striped tube top. She had leather flip-flops on and her toenails were painted bright pink. I was in heaven. I always had lewd thoughts about Lauren. It always bothered me too, because up until a few years ago, she was underage. It really bothered me that I had thoughts like that about a young teenager. But now she was 22 years old and it no longer mattered. She had on perfume and she smelled wonderful. I thought I noticed tiny little nipple bumps pushing thru her tube top. She had tiny breasts and was a very thin young woman. She barely had any hips and long thin legs.
As I walked over around the bed and bent over, she inadvertently rubbed up against me as I knelt over to look at the leg of the bed. She was acting kind of strange and I felt something in that room also, as I had felt downstairs earlier when I walked in. "Lauren, I see what wrong now. The wheel must have slipped out of the leg. I'll fix it in a second." She walked closer and as I looked down, I saw her bare feet in the flip flops. Her legs were tan and her feet were long and thin. She had pretty toes and very nicely shaped feet. Feet are definitely one of my fetish's, of which I have many. As I went to get up, my face brushed against her leg, because she was so close to me. I wanted so badly to try to sneak a peek up her skirt, but didn't know how without being obvious. I could smell her perfume. My cock was twitching in my panties. I could feel a little bit of precum ooze out of the tip of my cock, wetting my panties.
As I got up, I looked over at her desk and her laptop was open. At that moment, I could have died. On the screen was one of my pictures that I had posted on Flickr. I didn't know what to do. Should I just ignore it? Should I pretend I didn't see it? She couldn't know it was me. How could she? Nah, that was impossible. My mind is just playing with me.
But that all ended quickly, when she said "Uncle Rich, I saw all the sick pictures you posted on Flickr." I looked at her. Was she bluffing? What the fuck should I do? My heart was pounding in my chest. My cock had shrunk to almost nothing. I could feel the wetness in my panties. "What are you talking about Lauren? What would make you think that is me." She sat down and spread her legs, nonchalantly. I couldn't resist and looked. My face, turned hot and beet red. "What are you looking at, Uncle Rich? Are you looking at my panties." "You used to do it all the time, when you had the opportunity." I can't believe that you thought I hadn't noticed." At the time, I thought you were disgusting, looking up my skirts when you got the opportunity, but now I understand ... you were interested in my panties ... because you wanted to wear them!" "Isn't that right, Uncle Rich?" I couldn't look at her ... all I could do was look down and from time to time, at her panties. "Uncle Rich, look at me!"