Confessions Of A Closet Perv Pt 01

"Hey, Mike, thanks again for watching the house for us this weekend, we really need to get away for a little while."

"Yeah, no problem, man, I'm glad to help out."

Yeah. Not like I had anything else going that weekend, anyway, so I had agreed to housesit for my buddy Rob, maybe help myself to a little bit of his liquor cabinet, make some easy money for my troubles.

"Ashlee definitely could use the time away from work, too, she's been super stressed out lately," Rob went on,

Which was probably true. Ashlee is Rob's wife; she works as a nurse, so I could imagine she probably did need to decompress. I got along pretty well with her, which was good, it meant I didn't dread having to deal with her every time I came to visit.

Plus, to be honest, she wasn't bad to look at, either. She was fair-skinned, with a slender, long face with dark blue eyes and jet black hair that she wore parted down the middle. She wasn't stacked, I'd probably guess she was a B-cup at best, but she definitely took good care of herself and stayed active, between her being on her feet all day at work and her gym regimen, and it certainly showed, she had a nice toned little ass and some damn fine legs, especially on nights when she'd just gotten back from working out.

I more or less zoned out a little bit while Rob went over everything he thought I needed to know, where they would be staying, when they were supposed to be back, how to turn the security system on and off if I needed to go somewhere, the usual. I already knew most of it already, I was just waiting for him to finally head out so I could kick back, crack open a beer, and avail myself of Rob's 90" TV.

"Alright, man, have a good weekend!" he said as he finally got into his car.

"You too!" I said back. Ashlee, from the passenger seat, smiled and waved at me, and I gave her the same back. It seemed like this would just be a nice, normal weekend. And for most of that afternoon, it was. I sat back and relaxed, waiting for the sun to go down so I could take a few drags off my weed pen and really start feeling good. When the time finally came, I put it to my lips and got nothing. I looked at it for a second.

"Shit, I forgot to charge it before I left the house," I said to myself. No worries, I had an extra charger in my car out in his garage, I'll just go run out and grab it and set this thing to charge up. To get through the garage, you have to go through their laundry room, and as I walked through it, I noticed a half-filled hamper sitting on top of the washer.

"Huh, guess they didn't bother to do laundry before they left," I thought to myself as I passed through. I got to my car, grabbed my charger out of the glove box, hooked it up in the kitchen and waited for it to get charged. In the meantime, I also helped myself to a glass of Scotch, thinking that I might as well start getting right in the meantime.

It didn't take long, and my pen beeped, I grabbed it and took a long hit from it, enough to make even me cough. As it started to kick in, I looked for something to watch on Netflix when the thought hit me.

"Ah, shit, did I forget to close the glove box?"

I got up to go back to the garage and check. I wasn't sure if the pen was kicking in or if I just got up too fast, but I felt very floaty as I made my way over there. I looked in the window, nope, it's closed. And then, as I went back through the laundry room, something inside me clicked.

I stopped, and looked again at the hamper sitting on top of the washer. Sitting at the top of the pile inside it were a few sets of Ashlee's nursing scrubs. Nothing I hadn't seen a million times before, but for some reason, whatever reason, something possessed me to look through them. I pulled a red set out, and below that, a couple green sets...and sitting under them was a black Lady Gaga shirt, a shirt that I knew she wore to the gym, after all the times I'd seen her in it coming home. I picked it up and put it aside, and below the shirt was a black pair of workout leggings, a red Nike sports bra and matching panties, and a pair of black and yellow striped socks.

I picked up the sports bra and looked at the tag: 34B, yup, pretty much what I imagined...I sat them back down and picked up Ashlee's leggings...I don't know if it was the feel of the spandex or just me being more than a little high, but suddenly I just had the visual in my head of Ashlee's ass just showing the right amount of bounce while wearing these, bending over at the gym, putting on her own little show without knowing it...

"I wonder how they feel..." I wasn't sure if I said it out loud or merely thought it, but suddenly, this wave of both curiosity and arousal washed over me, I could feel myself getting harder at the thought...suddenly, even surprising myself, I picked up the leggings, Ashlee's panties, and her socks, and almost ran to the guest bedroom.

I stripped myself from the waist down entirely, and sat on the edge of the bed. I held up Ashlee's leggings, and slowly began to try to slip a leg inside...it took a bit of effort, to say the least, while Ashlee is not entirely petite, I'm certainly a bit bigger than her, but eventually, I got it through, and then the same with the other leg...I stood up and began pulling them up, feeling the tight, stretchy material cling to my legs. I had to reach down and push my rock hard cock down to get the leggings over them, but finally, I managed to slide them over me up to my waist, the bottom of the legs just barely being below my knees.

I adjusted myself a little, and eventually got into a position with my tip pushing hard against the front of the leggings. It felt heavenly, both from the smooth, tight feeling against my erection and the naughty joy of knowing I was wearing Ashlee's worn leggings. I tried to play with myself through the leggings, but the feeling of my hand against them was a bit scratchy.

It was then that I had the idea to grab Ashlee's red workout panties and hold them in my hand as I stroked. It was such a glorious sensation, the lycra swishing against each other as I began to close my eyes and lose myself in the fantasy, wondering what Ashlee would think if she saw me jerking off inside her workout gear.

It didn't take long. I could already feel wetness against my tip and see a little dark puddle of precum forming in the gusset of the leggings and on the panties, the image of Ashlee doing splits and stretching playing in my mind, and the guilt I should have felt for everything only adding to the eroticism of the moment.

"Mmmm, cum for me, Mike," I imagined her saying to me with a wink of her gorgeous eyes. And that was all it took, I immediately then fired out burst after burst of my lust into Ashlee's leggings, soaking through them and into the panties, even onto the bedspread below, which I used the panties to soak up. Some of the cum had even started to run down the legs of the leggings, leaving warm streaks along the thighs.

I had to lay down...I waited for my cock to finally soften enough to pull the leggings back down over it and off entirely. I gathered the leggings and panties up and looked at them, my brain finally feeling actual shame and guilt at the realization that I'd just masturbated into my best friend's wife's clothes. I went back into the laundry room, replaced the panties and leggings, then the shirt, and then the scrubs, careful to try to put everything back as it had been before I raided it. I tried not to think too much about what I had done the rest of the night.

My phone rang to wake me up the next morning around 10, it was Rob. Apparently, there had been a fire early that morning at their hotel a few floors above them, and they would have to cut their little trip short. In fact, they would be getting home in about a half hour or so.

I got up, got dressed, and went to double-check the hamper. Okay, everything looked to be how it had been the night before. Good, nobody will know what I had done. My cock twitched a little as I checked, thankful there weren't any noticeable stains on Ashlee's leggings or panties. I walked back into the guest bedroom to make sure of the same, and that's when I saw them.

Ashlee's stripey socks. I had pulled them out the night before and forgotten to put them back. Oh, well, just a matter of running them back over there. And that's when I realized, a half hour can be a long time...

I unzipped myself and took my cock out again, feeling it get hard at the idea of a second round of perversion...I slid one of the socks over me like a condom, and began to stroke furiously, using the other sock as I had used Ashlee's panties. I wasn't much of a feet guy, but the fantasy of Ashlee wearing them and gently teasing and stroking my cock with her feet did the rest. It took a little longer this time, and the load wasn't quite as massive, but sure enough, I filled her workout socks up with a dirty load of sweet, sticky sex.

After I finished, I dashed back into the laundry room and stuck my other new toys back into the hamper beneath everything else. Maybe ten minutes after that, I saw the car pull up into their driveway.

The next little bit isn't terribly interesting, I asked them what happened, helped them get some stuff out of the car, and made small talk, although admittedly, it was very hard to make eye contact with Ashlee. She went back inside, said she needed a shower, and was probably going to go to the gym later, even despite the early rising and long drive back home this morning.

I stuck around for a little bit, Ashlee got out of the shower, and went back towards the garage.

"Oh, Rob, I forgot to fold and put up the last little bit of laundry before went left!" she called out from the laundry room. She came back out, carrying the hamper into their bedroom and closing the door.

"Damn," I thought to myself, "I guess they hadn't just been freshly worn after all." I figured that it was time for me to head home, as I suddenly felt a wave of disgust wash over me at my dirty little escapades last night and that morning. As I said my goodbyes to Rob, the bedroom door opened again.

And there was Ashlee, standing there in her Lady Gaga shirt, the black leggings, and the black and yellow striped socks under her sneakers. She walked up to me and hugged me.

"I'm sorry this was such a mess, but it was good seeing you!" she said to me before turning to Rob. "Okay, babe, I'll be back," she said, as she kissed him and headed out, not knowing that she was wearing a little something extra to the gym that day.