Authors note.
All characters depicted are over the age of consent, any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
A Knock on at the door,
Shit I thought it's Peter my father's best friend. I had forgotten that he was coming over while my parents were away, he had asked to borrow some tools and he had come to collect.
My perfect day seemed to have been ruined.
A little about myself, a 6 ft tall 20 year old lanky male with curly blond hair and blue eyes, constantly horny but confused as to my sexual orientation.
I have had several girlfriends to date but no relationships seemed to last, I seemed to lose interest or they did.
One day alone at home I wandered into my sisters room and saw a pair of discarded knickers peeping out from under her bed, I picked them up meaning to toss them into the laundry downstairs. But I didn't.
They were a white lacy pair with a semi see through front panel, that felt nice to the touch and to my surprise made me aroused.
Going back to my bedroom I stood at my mirror undressed and put them on.
My cock became erect within seconds and the sight and feel of the fabric around my engorged cock felt glorious. I turned around and marvelled at the sight of my arse encased in the sheer fabric, a switch was flicked in my head and my obsession started.
I had it all planned that day, up early to see my parents off for the weekend then finding my stash. I put on my favourite white lace panties and lace top hold up stockings, padded back downstairs feeling my cock stiffen and rub against the silky fabric, lube, dildo and tablet in hand I was good to go.
"Bollocks" I muttered to myself as I pulled on my pyjama bottoms and tee shirt reluctantly opening the door.
Peter was an old family friend and neighbour, he was widowed in his late forties and now into his fifties he kept himself in good shape frequenting the local sports clubs to supplement his social life. Standing at 6ft he had short black hair and kind blue eyes.
I had often seen him gardening topless on warm summer days and his hairy torso had been masturbation fuel on many occasions. I even secretly watched him from my bedroom window naked wanking myself furiously as he worked.
He greeted me warmly and I noticed that he was dressed lightly for the weather in a tee shirt and sport shorts. I indicated where the tools were to be found in the garage hoping he would collect them and go, sadly, or so I thought, I was mistaken.
The garage was attached to the kitchen, the same layout as his own home, so I invited him in closing the door as he wandered into the house.
He asked if I was about to shower or get dressed and if so not to wait on his behalf, I mumbled some response not looking him in the eye as I felt my arousal build in my knickers as my wank fantasies played out in my mind.
Suddenly I was snapped back to reality as I heard my name. "Sorry" I stammered "was miles away for a moment what were you saying".
"Nice socks, I was commenting on your unusual socks".
My face burned bright as I slowly looked down at my stockinged feet, "Um yes they are for cycling, yes" warming to my theme "special lightweight design".
"Oh, I see" he replied, his voice lowered slightly and his voice sounded dry, "and your underwear, is that special lightweight fabric also".
In horror I slowly looked down to see the lacy panty top clearly visible above the waistband of my bottoms, "I uuum guess so" my face now crimson with embarrassment.
