My panties were pulled aside and my thick black dildo was sliding in and out of my quivering hole. My thighs were soaked and, more importantly, so was my underwear. I wanted to coat them in so much of my juice so that Bert would enjoy them even more. I let out a loud whimper and I heard Bert call out.
"You ok up there Ali?"
I gritted my teeth and pushed the dildo all the way in.
"I'm fine thanks" I managed to call back as my orgasm kicked in. My door was wide open and I had hoped to an extent that he would hear the noises I made.
I pulled down my soaking wet knickers and rolled them up in a ball. I wrapped a small towel around my slim sexy body so that it only just covered my trimmed pussy and had my boobs spilling out of the top.
On my way down the stairs I could see Bert sitting down in his chair. He must have been at the bottom of the stairs getting off on the groans from above. I smiled at him and he looked at me with wide eyes. My flushed skin was blatant and I hoped my aroma was obvious too. I feigned tripping down the last step allowing the panties to fall from my grasp.
Pretending I hadn't even noticed I marched straight into the bathroom. I used the towel to cover the keyhole by hanging it from the handle. I wanted him concentrating on the present I'd left him rather than spying on my naked frame!
In the shower I was getting horny again imagining Bert sniffing the gusset of my undies but I held off touching myself. I kinda hoped he would make a move tonight and wanted to save myself.
When I was done I left the water running so that he wouldn't expect a thing and crept over to the door. Whilst I knelt I removed the towel from the handle and peered out into the lounge. I gasped at the sight before me. This dirty, filthy, 82-year-old housemate of mine had my underwear spread out over his face. He was inhaling deeply and sucking and chewing on the crotch. He was balancing with his walking stick so had no free hand to play with the big thick bulge I could see in his trousers. I took a deep breath. My heart was beating heavily.
Right at this moment in time he thought I was in the shower. If I was to open the door now I would catch him red handed. That would certainly move things to the next level. But was it too blatant? I was enjoying the tension between us and wanted him to come onto me properly, not just because he was caught with his young housemates knickers in his mouth.
I decided to turn the shower off and check his reaction. As I returned to the door I saw him quickly making his way back to his chair. I haphazardly wrapped the towel around me and opened the door.
"Hmmm," I spoke out loud. "I've lost my panties. Where could I have dropped them?"
I looked around the floor in the vicinity of the bathroom. I glanced up and Bert sat in his chair looking extremely guilty. I knew he must have stuffed his prize in his trouser pocket. Getting down on all fours I made my way around the area in my fake search.
The towel was riding up and when I turned away from him I knew he must be able to see way too much flesh. My boobs were struggling to swing free from the towel. I toyed with the idea of discarding the garment completely but that was too much. Or was it? My pussy was soaked again as I slowly crawled into the lounge and towards Bert in his chair. I'm sure he audibly gulped.
"Could they be in here?" I questioned, my long hair falling forward and leaving my tits teasingly concealed. I lent forward and looked under the sofa, my breasts falling free. I pulled the towel back up revealing my entire arse. I pulled the towel back down and tutted to try and keep up the facade.
