I had been living in the coastal town of Warhurst for about 2 years when Kasey moved in next door about 12 months ago. Warhurst is a community of about 30,000, so if you wanted to keep to yourself you didn't need to get to know many people, but if you went out there, most people at least knew who you were.
I'm 52 and claim to be 'semi retired'. While I did come here to eventually retire, the truth is I'm comfortable enough thanks to some shrewd investments and savings, but apparently I'm too old to employ. I have become quite active in the local community and have taken up positions on various community boards and committees, partly to relieve the boredom and partly because some do pay a small tenure salary. That being the case, I'm well known and well respected by most of the population.
Kasey, being the local bank manager, is also well known and respected, if not a little disliked, simply because of her job. She is a lot more liked than most bank managers because of her friendly, easy going nature and her sexy figure.
We chatted quite a lot, without inviting each other over for barbecues and I think she picked up on my real situation. I was comfortable enough, but I had to be careful with my money. She told she had a few 'man jobs' to be done around her house and she would pay me to do them. I accepted immediately, glad to have some extra pocket money.
We agreed that she would let me in at 9am, when she left for work and I'd do 2 hours work and lock the door behind me. The house very much "open living" and I had spent the week preparing Kasey's wooden floors, so I could re-estapol them the following week.
On the Friday of the first week, I had finished working at 11am and it was about 11.15am that a loud noise made my head turn so quickly I almost injured myself. There standing in the middle of the expansive floor was Kasey. The sound had been her heavy attachΓ© case hitting the floor when she dropped it.
I took in her professional sensuality. Her rusty blonde hair tied back tight, she had mostly subtle make up on. Just a hint of foundation, very lightly shadowed eyes and mascara. Her lips however, were covered in bright red, moist lipstick. She wore a crisp white blouse, through which I could just glimpse the outline of a white half cup bra, but only when she inhaled and her chest expanded, pushing her buxom bosom out proudly.
She wore a very short pleated black skirt. Kasey always seemed to flirt with the fine line between professional and slutty. Her long slim legs were covered in sheer black stockings with a faint print of butterflies and she wore bright red stilettos, matching exactly with her lipstick.
The look in her eyes was fury, like you might expect from a school teacher who had been outraged. In her stern bank manager voice she almost growled, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
The sight of her had almost made me forget the position I was in. There I stood, my shorts around my ankles, my very erect cock in my hand and I was sniffing a pair of Kasey's used panties. My mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but no sound came out. I was mortified at being caught like this. I went to start pulling my shorts up, when she said in a calm, even voice, "No you don't. Step out of your shorts and move over to the lounge."
I thought she must have wanted me like this for when the police, who she would surely call, arrived. I had to walk past her to the lounge, my erection rapidly waning at the horror of the consequences of my actions. Once the people in the town found out the well respected Sean was a panty sniffer, there was no way I could stay. As I walked past her, she smacked my left butt cheek hard and held it and squeezed it. "I like a man with a firm meaty butt", she commented. I didn't really take in the significance of the comment because I was so embarrassed and my heart pounded.
"Take a seat Sean", she offered as she sat opposite me. Despite myself, I couldn't help but look at her cleavage as she leant down to sit and I just stared at the expanse of thigh that poked out from her stocking tops as she leant back slightly. "What are we going to do with you?" she asked rhetorically. "What would the good people of Warhurst think if they knew you sniffed unsuspecting women's panties, Sean?" Exactly what I had been thinking.
"What am I going to do with you Sean?", she mused as I continued to look between her legs. "I should ring the police and have them arrest you", she said almost mockingly, "I let you into my house alone and you betrayed my trust by smelling my dirty knickers, tut tut." I was now looking at the floor like a berated schoolboy.
"But I'm a fair person Sean", she continued, "and I think we can come to some sort of arrangement." I wondered what she meant by that. "If you do exactly as I ask from now on, this will be our little secret. If you don't, I won't hesitate to tell my story to the local newspapers."
I was petrified and still looking at the ground, I just said "Yes."
"Good", she smiled. I couldn't see her smile, but I could hear it in her voice. "Now go and fetch those wet panties of mine and bring them back here." I didn't bat an eyelid and did as I was told. "I say wet panties, because they were soaking with my juice when I took them off this morning. I had some very nice dreams last night." Hearing her talk like this made some of the blood rush back to my penis and it started to thicken a little as I returned to the lounge.
"Now, I want you to show me what you were doing, just before I interrupted you", she ordered.