All the characters in this story are over 18. It is set in England, so the words used are English not American. And this continues after Heather Chapter 1...
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The days after my first assignation with Heather had stayed in my mind nearly every waking second of the time. Especially at night, when I re-lived the memories, of her fingers, her soft jumper, her rounded curves. The extreme arousal of the situation, with Heather, of all people, touching my cock, working me up and smiling while my cum pumped out with her practised fingers. I kept thinking that I'd made it up, that my mind was playing tricks with me. Soon I was to know that is was reality.
It turned out that some of the clothing order that Heather had given me wasn't the right size - my mum had ordered some panties for herself which should have been a medium but had arrived as a small. So she asked me to take them back to Heather's the next Saturday - and I tried to hide my excitement and desire when I said that I would.
I felt a mixture of emotions, walking back down to Heather's - with my mum's too-small panties in a carrier bag. Heather opened the door almost straight away. She was wearing a thick creamy-white cable-knit cardigan that buttoned right up to her neck, and seemed a size too small for her as it clung tightly to her curves. Below the cardigan was a plain dark red skirt, and simple black shoes.
"Hello again Andrew," she smiled; "Come on in - have you got your mum's panties with you, like I asked her?"
"Yes," I replied, "They're in this bag." We were in the lounge now, and my eyes were locked on Heather's tight cardigan.
"Do you like my new cardy, pet? Its a bit on the small side really, but I didn't want to change it, as it shows me off quite nicely, don't you think?!" she allowed time to make sure I had a good look at her, showing herself off to me.
"Now, let me have a look in the bag, please."
She took out the panties, and held them up, then found the label.
"Yes, I suppose they will be too tight for her, and you don't want panties that are too tight, now do you Andrew?" She looked at me meaningfully, and I felt my cheeks going a bit red, whilst my cock twitched gently, remembering last week.
"Come on upstairs, let's go and see what we've got." said Heather, beckoning me to go in front of her, up the stairs to the back bedroom. So with her behind me this time I headed upstairs to the familiar back bedroom.
"It's just as well we've got the house to ourselves again," smiled Heather, "with all this sorting out of panties to be done! Sit on the bed for a minute, pet, and we can have a look in the catalogue for the right ones for your mum."
She smiled again at me, then taking the thick mail-order catalogue from the table, she sat down beside me. She sat so close that her hips pressed against mine, and her shoulder rubbed against me, then she opened the catalogue in her lap, flicking through it to find the right page. My eyes darted between the pages of women in various fashions and underwear and Heather's wool covered breasts, taking in the soft curves now so close to me, as her cardigan stretched over her bosom.
She flicked through the book, looking more closely at the pages of underwear until she found the right one. My eyes focussed on the girls on the page, posing in panties and bras.
"These look like the right ones, don't they?" said Heather, leaning across me and putting the open catalogue in my lap. She held up the panties in front of her, looking at the design of little holes in the soft cotton.
"They're quite pretty, aren't they, pet?" she asked.
"Well yes, I suppose so." I replied, not knowing quite what to say.
"And that model in the book looks really attractive in them, don't you think?" She pointed to the photo, and as she did so her arm brushed casually over my thigh, gently arousing me.
"I'll just go and check I locked the back door," said Heather, suddenly. "You keep this page open, and here - " she stood up, passing the panties back to me, "You look after these for me; they're very soft you know!" and with a twinkle in her eye she stroked the panties against my cheek, before passing them to my open hand.
As she went downstairs I quickly unzipped my trousers and reached inside to ease my cock erect. The pictures in the catalogue, and the feel of the new panties, were definitely getting me going. What would Heather do next - and would I be feeling her fingers on my cock instead of mine?
As I heard her footsteps coming back up I quickly zipped myself back up.