And boy, did I have fun with it!
Knowing she'd had given me one of her most intimate pieces of clothing, knowing fully well what I'd be doing with it! It was exhilarating to touch the fabric that had held her beautiful breasts and perky nipples.
I was literally counting the days till I'd see her again: I was like a kid waiting for Christmas morning.
Finally Friday came.
I had showered extensively and for like the third time in my life I was wearing cologne. When we arrived, Hannah opened the door – she was wearing cut-off jeans and a grey halter top, topped off by little white socks and white sneakers; an incredible hot sight! It was as if she'd just stepped out of a soft porn movie with that outfit on. After giving my mom a peck on the cheek, she smiled when she saw me ogling her, pleased with the effect she was having on me. While leaning in to kiss her, I ran my nose across her cheek, taking in her scent. After greeting her mom, we split off and while our moms walked into the kitchen, Hannah and I sat down on the couch; she had a naughty smile on her face when she asked:"So, how's my poor bra doing? Still in one piece?"
"Oh it's still in one piece, it's just that the color has faded a little... to white." I joked as I reached in my bag and took out her bra. She giggled as she saw the state her bra was in; I had cum at least twenty times on it over the course of the past week and so the dried-up cum stains were plainly visible. As she was examining it, I whispered:"Nothing a good washing cycle won't fix!"
She looked at me, playfully and said:"Who says I am going to wash it?"
That statement, as if I wasn't hard enough already, caused my dick to jump up and push against the inside of my jeans; holding the bra in her hand, she got up and left the room, saying:"I'll be right back."
I looked back to check on our moms, still chatting in the kitchen, while I waited impatiently for her to come back. When she walked in empty-handed, I figured she'd stashed the bra somewhere to avoid detection, but as she sat back down on the couch next to me, she opened up the cleavage of her halter top and showed me the strap of the her bra!
"Is that the one with..." I asked perplexed.
"Mm uhuh." she giggled, clearly feeling very naughty and excited.
She looked down at my bulge - which was no doubt visible from across the street after what she'd just done - and placed her index finger on it, wiggling it up and down a couple of times as she whispered:"Yeah, you like that don't you, you naughty little boy!" Shocked that she'd actually touched it, I gasped and groaned as her finger moved the head of my dick around; when she saw what an effect she was having on me, she passionately asked:"You're close aren't you?"
"Like you wouldn't believe!" I gasped.
Instead of just a finger, she started using her entire hand to fondle me and after a few seconds her hand gently gripped around the outline of my hard dick; she squeezed it gently and whispered:"I am going to make you cum in your pants!" She tightened her grip around my clothed tube and increased the speed of her massaging, practically giving me a hand job through my jeans. Hearing her say that, combined with what she was doing, made me cum much faster than I ever thought possible; a soft moan escaped my lips as I put one hand on her shoulder. Hannah looked me in the eye and smiled proudly when she realized I was ejaculating, in my pants. She kept her hand on my crotch for minutes afterwards, gently kneading and stroking my decreasing bulge.
Then, she disappeared for a moment and came back with a wet washcloth and got on her knees in front of me. "You poor thing, I've made you all sticky and wet... here let me make it all better." she whispered.
She pushed me onto my back on the couch, slid the washcloth under the waistband of my jeans, then into my boxers until she felt my semi-hard dick through the cloth and whispered:"There you are!"
I squirmed at the cold temperature of the cloth, making her giggle. Carefully, but thoroughly she ran the washcloth over my pubic hair, my semi-hard dick and finally my balls.
As she pulled back out, she asked:"Did I get it all?"
I smiled at her and said:"I don't think so, maybe you should do a visual examination!"
Smiling mischievously, Hannah put down the washcloth and gently unbuttoned my jeans; when I lifted my hips, she pulled them down along with my boxers, causing my dick to twitch. Hannah glanced over my entire groin area from afar and whispered:"Looks clean to me!"
"Maybe you should have a closer look." I whispered, fighting a smile.
"Oh really?" Hannah said playfully. "How close?" as she started leaning forward.