After my son David left for work and with his twenty-year-old girlfriend asleep, I crept out of bed leaving my busty olive skinned wife Sharon snoring.
The dim glow of the hallway light cast long shadows as I stood in my shorts over Abby's pair of low Dunks pumps, putting one of the size sixes on the stairs. I ran my fingers over the smooth leather of her black and white colour-blocked pumps. With a tissue in one hand, I pulled out my heavy lazy lob-on. The scent of worn leather and faint traces of her sweat clung to them, intoxicating.
I traced the delicate curves indented inside, the foam midsole she had walked on, the toes that had swivelled on against the floor earlier that evening before taking them off. I put it back on the stairs rubbing my veiny length on the crisp leather upper, my dripping pre-cum adding to its slight sheen, then pressed against the insole, imagining the warmth of her foot resting there hours before.
Pulling my cock out I jerked my erection, getting off on the simple perversion of wanking over my son's girlfriend's little shoes. With a few more tugs and a low grunt and sigh, I was done. A thick sticky load, emptying on the front, tongue and a little splash inside. With a quick wipe down, I replaced the pump with a smile in the knowledge her sole would be on my drying spunk.
The sound of water running in the bathroom broke my trance. I hesitated for only a moment before rising, slipping silently toward the half-open door. Steam billowed out, wrapping me in her scent--sweet and something distinctly her. I knew it wasn't my wife.
Inside, the little blonde stood beneath the cascading water, droplets gliding over her bare skin. Her young toned body, firm ass, and pert tits aroused me instantly. As I took off my shorts her eyes met mine in the mirror's fogged reflection. A knowing smile curled her lips.
"You took your time," Abby murmured.
I stepped in, my hands already reaching for her, pressing her damp body against me. Water slicked between them as my lips found the spot just below her ear, tasting the heat of her skin, her breath hitching. Her fingers curled into his shoulders, pulling me closer as I fondled her shaven bald slit and tight folds.
"I saw you jerking off, over my Dunks you dirty old perv," she grinned, her little soaped-up manicured fingers stroking my length before her hand began slowly pulling my prick.
