Just a few weeks ago, my next door neighbor put their house up for sale. I learned this via the typical realtor "for sale" sign in the yard. Although my wife and I did not interact much with this family, given they had only lived there for two years and mainly kept to themselves, I was a little disappointed to see them go. The neighbors have a daughter, Tammy that I've enjoyed spying on when she went swimming in, and laid out by, her pool.
Tammy was 19 years old when the family moved in and did not go to college. Instead, she worked as a waitress at a local sports bar at nights and attended a few community college classes during the days. Tammy was tall, I'd say close to 5'10" and thick but not fat and certainly not obese. Despite being a rather large girl, she has a very curvaceous figure -- everything is in proportion -- accented by long legs and a very large chest. Her long, dark straight hair, green eyes and always-dark skin contribute greatly to her physical attractiveness. Tall, dark and thick are the adjectives that come to mind every time I see her.
As I work from home in an office upstairs, my recent summers have been filled with watching Tammy when she'd lay out by her pool and work on her tan. Despite her frequent outdoor tanning sessions, over the 2 years she's lived next to me she only wore two different bathing suits: a common black bikini and a white, crocheted bikini that has always been -- much to my delight -- about two sizes too small. When she'd wear the black bikini, I'd return to my work. When she wore the white, crocheted bikini, I was unable to take my eyes of her. I love the way the white fabric contrasts with her dark skin and even darker hair. More so, I love the way a good portion of her ass is visible -- her bikini bottom struggles to cover up her ass crack. The view accentuates the curve from hips to waist. When she'd lie out on her stomach, she push the fabric near the crack of her ass to help tan her ass cheeks. The bikini top -- two white, crocheted triangles held in place by strings -- covers little more than her areolas. The tiny white bikini top is no match for her fabulously large tits which practically fall out when she'd lay out on her back.
On the first Sunday that the house was on the market, I noticed an "Open House" sign in the neighbors' yard and throughout the neighborhood. A wild thought crossed my mind -- this would be my opportunity to leave my cum in Tammy's bikini. I wanted to say good bye to the bathing suit that fueled many a jerk-off session in my home office. My plan was to go over to the house near the end of the Open House, find her white, crocheted bikini and fill it with my sticky cum, then replace them so Tammy would have my sperm pressed against her cunt the next time she put on that bikini. I hatched my plan and waited a few hours.
Ten minutes before the end of the Open House, I told my wife I was going next door as I wanted to see what our neighbor's house looked like on the inside and that I'd be back shortly. Having been inside their house before -- but not a lot -- my wife had no interest. I knew this and her pass was not a surprise.
When I entered the neighbor's house, I was greeted by the realtor. Much to my surprise and disappointment, the realtor, Cindy, is a woman my wife knows socially in the town. Although not friends, they are acquaintances and I've met her before and seen her around town a time or two.
"Hey there!" I greeted her. "I didn't know this was your listing," I declared with surprise in my voice.
"This isn't my listing. My friend has the listing and agreed to do the Open House today, but had to back out at the last minute because of some family issue. And the sellers had already planned to be gone, so, I'm helping her out." She replied.
"I see." I said. "Lynn and I live next door and I'm just curious to see their house. I'm always interested in what homes in my neighborhood sell for and look like. I hope they get a good price for it." I informed her.
I wanted her to know that I was not serious about the house and therefore she'd be wasting her time following me around the house. I was on a mission and did not need a tour guide.
"Sure, help yourself, "Cindy replied. "All bedrooms are upstairs, as is a really great media room."
Cindy is a well-known realtor in my town. She's a reasonably attractive woman but not sexy. I'd guess her age to be in her early 50's and she'd been divorced for quite some time. She obviously spent a great deal of time and money on her appearance and she always looked well cared-for, but the wrinkles in her skin betrayed her age. She was dressed very nicely in a professional skirt of moderate length and a nice silk sleeveless top.
I made my way up the stair case and immediately sought out Tammy's room. Once in there, I made my way to her dresser and -- as quickly and as quietly as I could -- began searching for my target: her white, crocheted bikini bottoms. I carefully opened each dresser drawer so as not to make any noise. I opened a few when I struck gold. I quickly seized the bikini bottoms, quietly closed the drawer (but not all the way -- I intended to put them back when done) and found my way to her closet. I turned on the light, got into the closet and closed the door behind me to provide me some privacy. My cock was already hard and I figured this would not take long. I unzipped my shorts, reached into my boxers and pulled out my rock-hard dick. I held the white bikini bottoms up for inspection. I bathed in the softness of the fabric and admired how tiny they were. I imagined them pressed against Tammy's smooth, dark skin and I visualized her ass and tits, barely covered by this garment.
Assuming they had been washed since I found them in the dresser drawer, I did not even attempt to inhale her scent. I instead quickly scanned her closet, looking for her dirty laundry. Sure enough, I found a basket containing her unwashed clothes. I rifled through, looking for a pair of panties. I came across a cotton pair -- bright pink from the Victoria's Secret "Pink" collection with black trim and a black heart smack dab in the middle of the rear section. I grabbed them, found the crotch and lifted them to my nose. Her musky pussy scent filled my nostrils and reached my brain. My cock twitched with anticipation and I became wild with lust. My left hand lifted the pink cotton panties to my nose so I could breathe in her scent with each breath. My right hand wrapped her white bikini bottoms around my smooth erection and I began to slowly pump myself. Images of Tammy in her tiny, white, crocheted bikini filled my mind -- her thick ass, barely covered with a few inches of ass crack showing. Her big, full tits struggling to stay held in place by the skimpy top. The scent of her pussy in my nose, the feel of the crocheted fabric on my cock, the images in my mind, the naughtiness of my actions and the sight of both of these garments all had me delirious with lust. Although I wanted to go slow and enjoy it, and I tried to make it last, I couldn't restrain myself and my right hand began furiously pumping my dick.
As that familiar sensation filled my balls, I dropped the panties I was holding up to my nose, filling me with Tammy's pussy scent with each breath. With my left hand, I grabbed the tiny white bikini bottoms and flipped them around so that the crotch part was in the palm of my left hand, facing upwards. I then positioned my left hand at the end of my dick and continued stroking myself with my right hand. I was now ready. Cum began to shoot from my swollen cock and I neatly filled the crotch of Tammy's white bikini bottom with my thick, milky cum. I was nearly dizzy from the delirium but continued slowly stroking until I had emptied my balls into the crotch of Tammy's tiny, white, crocheted bikini bottoms. I looked down and noticed that I had spewed a huge load of thick, milky white cum. I was quite proud of myself. Fortunately, there was plenty of fabric to absorb my load. I took a few seconds to admire the object of my lust --the tiny, white crocheted bikini bottoms -- now slimy with my sperm. I knew I'd miss them but took solace in the fact that, the next time Tammy put these on, my cum would be pressed against her pussy and even her tight asshole. I was still turned on.
I now had to get the bikini bottoms back into the drawer from where I had taken them. I dropped them to the floor, put my still-hard cock into my boxers and zipped up my shorts. I grabbed the pink cotton panties off the floor and stuffed them into my pocket. I would enjoy these in the privacy of my home at some time in the future, keeping Tammy's scent to remind me of her. I then grabbed the bikini bottoms and quietly opened the door of the closet to leave. As I exited the closet I was confronted by Cindy who had just entered Tammy's bed room. We both froze. "Oh my god! What the hell are you doing?" Cindy asked loudly. She glared at me.
Her face became red with embarrassment and I could feel heat overcome my own as I became flush. I did not know what to do or say and just stood there, Tammy's white bikini bottoms in my right hand. I knew I had been busted. What could I say? What could I do? Cindy then took charge and began the interrogation.
"Is this why you came here?" she asked, pun likely unintended.
"Yes." I murmured.
Despite my embarrassment for getting caught, I managed to maintain eye contact with Cindy. I may be a horny, pervert, but I'm still a man.
Cindy exhaled loudly and took a seat on Tammy's bed, facing me.
"I've never had this happen to me before. I've never heard of such a situation. What am I gonna do?" she asked rhetorically.
"Well, for starters, we could agree to keep this between us and I'll just return home. No harm, no foul" I suggested.
She did not respond, but instead ran her hand through her thick, straight blond hair (a good dye job, I might add) and pondered what she wanted to do about this situation. I did not see the harm in her keeping this between us. As she pondered, she stared down at the ground. Without looking up at me, she addressed me.
