Steve Watson watched as the neighbors, Bill and Angela Mitchell and their daughter, Amanda, left for church. The daughter was home from college over the Christmas break, so he would have only a two week period to do what he felt an urgent need to do. He was glad to see them drive away, because he knew they would be gone for over an hour, leaving him enough time to get into their house and take care of that need. As he and his wife did, the Mitchell family lived in an inexpensive home in a middle class suburb, and was not overly concerned with prowlers, so Steve expected to have no trouble getting into their house.
He was right; the cheap cylinder lock on the back door yielded easily to the pick he had devised from a nail, and he pushed the door open and entered. He knew, from having been there before, that Amanda's room was upstairs, facing his house, and the laundry was done in an alcove off the kitchen. Steve was not concerned with any of the other rooms in the house, because what he was seeking would be in one of those two places, if it was there at all. He decided to try Amanda's bedroom first.
It was a good choice, because he immediately found what he was looking for. On the floor next to the bed was a pair of blue panties, probably the ones she had worn the previous day. After noting their location, because he wanted to be sure to put them back in the same spot, he picked up the silky garment and buried his nose in it. Immediately, he was breathing in the delectable aroma of the 18 year-old's pussy.
His cock responded to the stimulation by becoming semi-erect, especially when his mind focused on Amanda, a pretty girl, rather plump, in a pleasing way, with reddish-brown hair and freckles on her face and shoulders. She had a very nice pair of breasts and a curvy ass, and the mental image of the cute teenager wearing the skimpy panties fixed itself in Steve's mind, bringing his cock to a full erection.
With his left hand holding the crotch of Amanda's underwear against his nostrils, Steve opened the waistline of his jeans and unzipped the fly so he could stretch the opening in his jockey shorts and bring out his stiff cock. Slowly, still inhaling the heavenly aroma clinging to the panties, he started stroking himself with his right hand. It felt good, but he knew there was a way to make it much better, and he started looking for a way to accomplish that.