My name is Will, I'm living in England, with my parents and have been out of high school for a month now. I'm just a normal 18 male, who until last month, didn't have a story to tell. But that was a month ago.
We've been neighbours with the Barrow's for nearly 8 years now, and being a normal teenage boy, I had had the usual fantasies about Sally, my mother's friends since I had first started to masturbate. Of course things had never gone beyond there, but every time she came round to chat, I couldn't help but look at her, think about her going down on my cock.
Whenever she went away, she always asked that I went around and did the gardening, even though I wasn't particularly green fingered. And of course, last month, they decided to go away to Boston, the whole family, Sally, John and their two kids.
So I stood there in their house, alone, just me in my neighbour's home. I got the gardening done in quick succession, mowing the lawn, watering the flowers, trimming the weeds away and generally making sure the house was kept in good condition for their return home the next week. As I finished up, rain started to fall and I ran into the house, my white T-Shirt and blue jeans sticking to my skin.
As my house was 7 houses down, I decided not to go home straight away but wait until the rain passed. Standing briefly in the living room, I felt I needed to dry up. But how could I possibly dry myself in my mums friends house. Feeling my jeans rubbing against my thighs, I made a decision.
I pulled the curtains to the road shut, placed the towel on the sofa and pulled my jeans off, placing them in a basket and removed my wet T-Shirt, dropping it down on top of my jeans. So there I saw, in cold wet boxers, sticking to my wet crotch.
Well here I was, in the women who I had dreamed about house, almost nude. And doing what anyone would do, I decided to look around her house, starting with the bedroom. As Sally and John had two kids, a boy and a girl, they must have a pretty active sex life, despite appearing to be almost snobs when around my parents.
My first target was the underwear draw. I walked over, still in my wet boxers and crouched, feeling the fabric pull up into my ass. Being a large lady, her clothes were on the larger side. I found a nice white bra and panties and took the next step, moving my tongue over the gusset of her white panties. Instantly, I could taste her old sweat, sticking to my tongue.
What was I doing? I had licked her panties, actually tasted the material that had touched her vagina. I felt my cock start to stiffen, despite the cold wet material sticking to my crotch, and decided it would be, medically, a better option, if I removed the restraining boxer shorts from my penis.
So there, I, Will Thomas, stood naked, dripping, licking a pair of my neighbour's panties. I decided to look deeper, but found nothing but large bras or panties. I closed the drawer and saw something which caused my cock to extend fully, her laundry basket.
