Mrs Mansfield Family Friend Ch 03

About a week after my housesitting job, Mrs Mansfield texted me to let me know that I'd left a disc in their DVD player.

Admittedly, it was nothing naughty, merely a documentary film I had been watching during my stay and I immediately realised that this is probably something I should have thought of in the first place -- leaving something behind intentionally so as to have to return to pick it up!

As it happened, this inadvertent "mistake" served me perfectly as I was able to organise a collection time with Mrs Mansfield for later in the week as I made my way to work one afternoon.

Mrs Mansfield greeted me at the door when I arrived and invited me in. The first thing I noticed was that she was home alone.

She had the DVD disc set aside in a clip-lock sandwich bag for me and then also offered me a drink for my troubles.

I willingly accepted and sat down briefly with her before having to head to work.

Perhaps somewhat surprisingly, Mrs Mansfield wanted to know more about my stay and what I had got up to whilst they were away.

"Well, I hope you managed to enjoy the stay here!" she said, apparently quite knowingly.

"Yes I did!" I admitted, just a little sheepishly.

"So I do realise that a young man such as yourself is naturally curious and might be wanting to do some exploring if left alone, so I was happy for you to stay and look after the house whilst we were away!" Mrs Mansfield offered candidly.

"Well thank you so much for thinking of me. It was fun!" I replied honestly.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it! But I am quite curious - I have tried to imagine what a young man like you might have got up to left alone in a house like you were?" she asked, just as honestly, "I'm not embarrassed at all. Just curious. I'd love to know! And please don't worry about me telling your mother -- anything you tell me is just between us. I promise!"

I had to pause for a moment and think briefly what I should tell her.

"Everything" might be too much -- but I also wanted to follow her pretty obvious lead and tell her all about some of the naughtiness that I indeed had participated in during her absence.

Then all of a sudden, the thought flashed into my mind and corresponded with a noticeable stir inside my trousers -- "Just be HONEST!!"

So I was.

"Well, I'm not sure how to go about this...." I started.

"From the beginning perhaps?" Mrs Mansfield prompted.

"Yes....well..." I stuttered.

"Go on..." she said with a knowing and subtle grin.

"I have to admit Mrs Mansfield that some of my first thoughts were about YOU!" I surely had summoned the courage to admit this.

"What kind of thoughts?" she asked.

"You know...thoughts..." I continued.

"Oh....those kind of thoughts?" she prompted again.

I nodded.

"And....my first experiences from those thoughts were also about YOU!!" I was even impressing myself by now.

"Oooooh WOW!" she said, equally impressed. "That's very courageous for you to admit, you know that?"

"Why thank you!" I said, quite chuffed with this response.

"And how old were you when you had these thoughts and experiences?" she asked.

"About 18!" I replied.

"Ooooh WOW!" Mrs Mansfield said again, "That's actually quite exciting to me! I'm actually VERY flattered, to be honest. I feel as though I should almost reward you!"

I paused, not knowing really what to say although I could feel the bulge inside my pants suddenly growing.

"That....would be very nice, I guess?" was my best effort at that moment.

"So..... tell me," Mrs Mansfield went on, "Tell me a little of what mischief you got up to when I was away and a bit more about some of those thoughts you were having."

Taking a deep breath and deciding to wholeheartedly pursue my approach of honesty, I continued.

"So.....ummmmmmmmmm....I guess I did explore some of your underwear Mrs Mansfield -- I hope you're not angry with me or anything?" I just wanted to double-check.

"OF course not," she said, "I had all but guessed that's what you would have been doing. Honestly, I don't mind as I knew you would be curious. And I promise I would NEVER tell you mother anything!"

"That's good to know!" I said with relief.

"So please tell me, out of my own curiosity," she prompted, with a thoughtful pause, as if she required this piece of knowledge to satisfy her suspicions about me and to know exactly how far I had gone. "Clean or dirty?"

I paused myself as I knew full well that this was the "confession" she was after.

"Clean to start with." I admitted.

"Yes....AND???" she really wanted this answer.

"And dirty on the last visit" I had done it!!

"I knew it!!!" she said, almost with glee. "In case you were wondering, I had left a few pairs in the washer for you, pretty well knowing you would be exploring!"

"Well...I did...for sure!!" I was now relaxing by the minute now that I had revealed my very naughty secret.

"And....what did you think?" she was really prying for more now. "I'm so curious to know!"

As much as I wanted to tell her, I also needed to make sure there was some level of consideration in my answer.

"I thought they were AMAZING Mrs Mansfield!" Honesty all the way.

"Not too dirty?" she enquired.

"That's kind of how I like it, so I definitely wasn't disappointed, if you know what I mean?" most definitely sounding understated.

"Well," she said, "I think you are a very special and unique young man to give me such honesty like this and I am now even more flattered than I was before!"

"You're most welcome!" I responded.

"You know that is a very naughty and private thing that you have done and many people would find it confronting, to see what I think you have seen. I have to admit that I don't even really let my husband see those sorts of things and I honestly don't think he would be very interested. You though young man, are obviously cut from a very different cloth!!"

"Why thank you again!" I was gaining so much more confidence the more we talked.

"So, do you want to tell me how you enjoyed yourself? I would love to hear it!" Mrs Mansfield was insatiably curious now. "I promise, it will be our secret!"

This was an offer simply too good to walk past, so I took her bait.

"Well..." I started, "I was so nervous to begin with you know. I had never really ever done something like this before so the first time I went through your underwear draw and took some of your........garments."

"My undies?" she presumed.

"Yes. Your underpants Mrs Mansfield." I admitted.

"And...?" she continued to probe.

"Well...I decided the best place to enjoy your undies was in the bathroom, so that's where I went." I told her.

"The bathroom?" she seemed surprised, "How very wicked!"

"I took a few different pairs. By now I was SO excited that I'd actually seen your real-life knickers and even better had them in my hands, so I went into the bathroom and sat on your toilet seat." I explained.

"So, you found my undies exciting?" she asked.

"Very exciting!" I said, "You probably don't know this but one day when you were visiting us at home, you were in your white working uniform and I actually saw you bend over in front of me and got a really clear view of your undies underneath your work dress. Just the outline but I was so turned on I didn't know what else to do about it. I started having these naughty and private thoughts about you and your undies and so on."

"And so on?" she seemed so very taken with everything I was saying.

"I guess I was imagining what you were really like inside your big undies." I confessed.

"Oh My God! That's SO honest of you to tell me this and I'm so incredibly flattered by everything you're telling me!" Mrs Mansfield chirped.

"Thank you, Mrs Mansfield." I said politely. "I'm really lucky to have you as a family friend!"

"Yes. And this is now our secret -- between you and me. Your mother does not find out - and neither does my husband!" she reiterated.

"Of course. I like the idea of us having this secret!" I said surreptitiously.

"Yes, it is very exciting for me and I hope it is for you too!" she made the point.

"Please tell me more as well by the way. I think I want to know at this stage if you actually masturbated with my knickers. I think this will make my day, depending on what you tell me here!"

"Wow....You're asking too much!" I said jokingly.

"Please tell me!!" Mrs Mansfield was insistent.

"Do you want the short version or long version?" I asked steadfastly.

"Long...but only if you are at liberty to say!" she urged.

"Well -- my style is like this." I started, "By the time I was in position sitting on your toilet seat, I was very ready -- so to speak -- and with your garments in my hands, I was ready to start enjoying them."

"Did you take your pants off to sit on my toilet?" she asked.

"Yes I did." I responded.

"So your bare bum on my toilet seat with your pants down and several pairs of my underpants in your hands?" she checked.

"Yes, that's right!" I answered.

"Was your penis erect?" she was really starting to ask intimate details now.

"Yes it was, very much!" I said.

"Oh that's SO wonderful!!" I could hear the emotion in Mrs Mansfield's voice.

"So I basically wrapped each pair of your underpants around my penis and began to rub. They felt absolutely amazing Mrs Mansfield. So soft. So big. So womanly. So tender." I was playing to the arousal game that we now very much engaged in.

"Wow!" she uttered.

"Once I started to rub, the undies felt SO incredibly soft around my penis, I felt that it wouldn't be long until it was over." I told her.

"Oh, you poor thing!" she sympathised. "What were you thinking of? I SO want to know."

"Well, to start with, I just wanted to feel the softness of your knickers around my penis and began thinking about your vagina. Knowing your undies had been touching your real-life vagina was a very powerful thought. I just closed my eyes and set my imagination loose a little bit. Because of where I was -- sitting on your white toilet seat - the same toilet seat that I know you sit on every day to do your business, I naturally began to fantasise about your toilet activity and even some of your ladies hygiene. Your underpants just made me think strongly of your vagina and you going to the toilet. So the second time -- this time just gone -- I found some of your worn undies in the washer." I was really spilling the beans now!

"You know I'd left them there hoping you would be curious enough to look?" she revealed.

"That is so thoughtful of you Mrs Mansfield, you seem to know me very well!" I said gratefully.

"We are family friends after all!" Mrs Mansfield was quick to remind me.

"I was even more nerve-wracked this time around -- my heart was going berserk and my hands were shaking uncontrollably as I went to your washer and found those panties of yours inside!" I related.

"That is so exciting to know!" Mrs Mansfield replied, "I can imagine how nervous you would have been -- a young man about to discover a grown mature woman's private, feminine secrets inside the gusset of her soiled underpants. It was very courageous of you!"

"Yes -- it was all that -- and more!!" I let her know. "But once I had them in my hands -- I think there was about 4 pairs in all that I found -- I was in heaven!!"

"So tell me -- what did you think when you looked inside them?" she was so incredibly curious, "Us women get used to seeing some pretty nasty things on the inside of our knickers -- every time we go to the toilet and when we take our undies off at the end of a long day. So it's not every day when I know that someone else has been peeking on the inside my panties and discovering my very private womanly secrets. I find it very dirty, but also very exciting!"

"Oh it was so very nerve-wracking but also VERY exciting when I actually saw how dirty the inside of your underpants were Mrs Mansfield." I said to her.

"Yes -- I'm pretty sure some of those undies had some stains from both front and back!" she recalled. "Its OK though, I'm not embarrassed that you've seen them -- I am a natural woman after all and cannot hide anything my body produces during a day of activity."

"That's so exciting hear you say that!" I said. "I've never seen a woman's stains that close up before, so to see stains from your vagina as well as your bottom, made my penis harder than it has ever been, I can guarantee you!!"

"That is SO wonderful!!" said Mrs Mansfield.

"I couldn't believe how hard your dirty underpants made my penis Mrs Mansfield so I did exactly the same thing as before and sat on your toilet with my pants down and your dirty undies in my hands." I explained. "This time though, I actually put one of the dirtier pairs on my face like a mask, just so I could smell your knickers and enjoy all of the stains on them all at once!"

"OH Reeeeeeeeaaaally??" Mrs Mansfield seemed aghast.

"Yes -- and I also put a pair around my knees -- pretending to see what you might see when you sat on the toilet and slipped your knickers down around your knees to go. I wanted to see the inside of them also once I stated to masturbate so I could see how dirty but natural your stains are." I admitted.

"You really ARE a regular connoisseur then, aren't you?" she marvelled.

"I guess I am?" I agreed, "But it was totally one of the most exciting things I have ever done -- being able to use your real-life soiled underpants to masturbate with Mrs Mansfield - all the while sitting on your toilet when you were away. It felt so rude and naughty but so VERY exciting!"

"Yes, it must have!!" she concurred, "To have such free access to my intimate garments on the same toilet that I use every day to do my business and also take care of my feminine hygiene. You had it all so close at hand and you sound like you used it well!" she commended me.

"The best thing though Mrs Mansfield -- and I'm not sure I should really tell you this...." I paused.

"Yes...??" she definitely wanted to know.

"Was being able to smell your poo on the back part of your undies while I was masturbating." I said it.

"OH MY LORD!!!!" she almost yelled, "That is SO dirty and disgusting!!"

"I couldn't help it!" I admitted, "I could clearly see that you had left quite an amount of poo stained on the back of your underpants Mrs Mansfield and once I got over the fear of actually smelling it....I was in absolute ecstasy!"

"That's T.M.I!!" she squealed.

"Honestly -- I could plainly see the poo marks on your undies, right alongside the more yellow stains from your vagina and I couldn't be sure whether you just hadn't wiped yourself properly after going to the toilet or if it is just a normal womanly thing to naturally have some residue from your bottom and it showing up easily on white cotton underpants." I really wanted to let her know my wonderment.

"Well, to be honest -- I am normally a very thorough and fastidious wiper after I've been to the toilet but it also seems to be pretty normal to have some bottom stains on my underpants -- especially white ones!" she explained.

"That's a very honest admission to be discussing your poo stains with me like this!" I told her, "I didn't really care once I was able to smell it though. I just closed my eyes and inhaled and every time I got a whiff of your musky earthy smell, I just about climaxed every time!"

"My God....." Mrs Mansfield just shook her head.

"And I have to admit," I continued "I actually went one step further and extended my tongue so it was touching the poo on the inside of your undies and I then started licking it as well as smelling it as I masturbated."

"That is IT for me!!" Mrs Mansfield had heard everything from me that she had probably hoped for and even more. "To know that you had not only just found my dirty underpants in my washer and then taken them to my toilet to play with, but then actually made the effort to smell AND taste my bodily smells as you masturbated, this is brand new territory for me!"

"And for me -- it was the last thing I expected. But it just turned me on SO much -- being able to realistically smell AND taste the residue of your faeces on the inside of your big, womanly underpants as I was wanking. All I could think of was you being mostly naked before slipping your big knickers down and then going to the toilet directly in front of me. With a couple of pairs of your undies around my penis, they felt so incredibly soft, I climaxed all over your bathroom floor Mrs Mansfield!" I had now told her close to everything for the time being.

"OH you really are a unique and wonderful young man!!" she paid me the ultimate compliment, "I think it's maybe time that I rewarded you for it!!"

"That sounds wonderful!" I replied, not knowing exactly what she had in mind but hoping that I knew.

"How would you like to see me standing in front of you in the underpants I am wearing right now?" she asked exactly the right question.

"That would be amazing Mrs Mansfield!" I answered immediately. "After all this time of wondering what kind of underpants you really wear and exactly how they looked on you in their natural state -- this would be a dream come true!!

My heart now leapt at full tilt into my chest and my cock nearly burst through my pants all at once!

"Oh...you are too kind!" she said, "I would be more than happy to show you!!" she said looking at me with an equally kind expression, whilst grabbing my arm ever-so-gently.

Mrs Mansfield was there in front of me wearing blue cheesecloth pants which were a loose fit over her wide hips, buttocks and thighs. On top, she wore an off-white, button-up cotton shirt which was also a loose fit. None of her present attire was highlighting her naturally womanly shape, which I had so admired from the confines of her white nurse's uniform with which I was very familiar, from her many visits with us over the years.

Understanding the idea of beggars not being able to be choosers but also totally compelled to seize the uniqueness of the moment, I went ahead and asked what came into my head.

"There's no chance you need to go to the toilet right now, is there?" was my half-joking question.

"Well, this is your reward, so the toilet it is then!" Mrs Mansfield complied with unexpected ease.

So, taking me by the wrist, Mrs Mansfield led the way to her bathroom. My heart was racing, my breathing was rapid and my knees were shaking.

"Well, here we are!" Mrs Mansfield declared, "Let me know what you would like to do from here."

"I SO want to see your underpants, if that's OK?" I asked.

"Of course you can!" Mrs Mansfield replied.

Lifting her shirt and pointing her hips and bottom towards me, she beckoned.

"Would you like to look from here?" she asked.

"If that's OK?" I checked.

"Please...go ahead!" she reaffirmed.

So, at this, I moved towards her and lowered the top of her blue pants, ever-so-slightly, so that I could JUST see the top of her white underpants underneath.

My hands were shaking uncontrollably as I gently lifted the top of Mrs Mansfield's pants and lowered them a little more, revealing the full-bottomed nature of her panties underneath.

"You're lucky that most of the undies I wear are white, just like these ones!" Mrs Mansfield admitted.

"I'm just wondering if there is a reason you wear white undies so much Mrs Mansfield?" I asked, genuinely curious.

She seemed to think for a moment and then answered, "They're just SO comfortable. Big and soft where it counts and they fit my shape so well. They're also not too expensive, which means I can buy packs of them quite cheaply."

"Good answer!" I thought and said nothing more.

"Do you mind if I take your pants down further?" I asked, "It's starting to get exciting!"

"Oooh...I can tell you want to see more of my underpants then?" Mrs Mansfield was now encouraging me.