It had been ages since I had been home. The smell of the old leather chair and books brought me back to times of my youth. A memory I had not expected arose from the depths of my mind. It startled me at first. I felt as though my mind would reveal the secret. The initial memory broke from the chains in the recesses of my mind with such passion, I feared those around me couldn't help but see the scene played out as vividly as I was. I imagined it like a theater where they all sat and watched in great surprise as the memory was cast onto a large screen as a sort of confession of my transgressions. The fear of exposure was exactly why I had buried it inside for years.
It was the end of my first semester of college and I was home for fall break. A friend of my mother's had come to visit and was staying with my family for a while. My parents always opened their doors to friends that had fallen on hard times and this was why Anna had come to stay with us.
I remembered meeting Anna as a child. I remembered, even then, my heart being struck by her beauty. She was a stunning woman. Not the sort of women ad agencies hire to entice men to buy a particular car, drink a particular type beer or smoke a particular brand of cigar, but to me, she was exquisite.
Anna was average height, with porcelain like pale skin and hair as dark as midnight. Her eyes were incredible piercing emerald green and I remember they gave me the feeling she could see right through me both figuratively and literally. It concerned me she could quite possibly read my thoughts. I avoided eye contact because I often undressed her with my mind (as young boys often do). My eyes would move up her body, as I imagined them to be the tips of my fingers, only to meet her emerald eyes. They actually frightened me. I had to look away before she gathered too much information from me.
My understanding at the time was that Anna had left her husband, but no one really talked about it. Maybe it just wasn't any of my business. I had no issues with the man. He and my father were sort of friends. I mean, dad didn't mind spending time with him. He thought he was a decent guy, but he wouldn't call him to go golfing or fishing out of the blue. Personally, I thought he was just a lucky guy who had a beautiful wife, but I really had no opinion one way or another of him.
The first few days of that break were so difficult, embarrassing and quite a bit frustrating. She must have caught me staring at her a thousand times. It was always the same routine. I'd be moving my eyes up and down her body, I'd find myself staring into those emerald eyes and I would quickly glance away as I did when I was a child.
It began to feel like we were playing some sort of cat and mouse game. I became a little bolder and hesitate a little longer before looking away. I allowed her to read my thoughts if she could and I was able to stare deep into those incredible eyes. To a great extent, I felt as though she kind of liked it.
That Monday was when things really started. I awoke that morning to an empty house. Everyone was back to work and I remembered Anna saying she had some items she was taking care of. I assumed she was going to be out for the day as well. It was very quiet at that moment. "That's right," I thought, "I have the entire house to myself." Just as any young man with an empty house for the day would, I prepared myself for hours of self-indulgence. I finished up a bowl of cereal and darted up the stairs to take a shower.
I stepped into the bathroom and noticed something on the floor by the door. Anna and I were sharing a bathroom. Anna's toiletries were neatly placed around the sink. I am embarrassed to admit that I liked to imagine she was my wife or live-in girlfriend. It was just a harmless fantasy, but her brushes and the like were hardly a turn-on. Occasionally though, I would begin thinking about her naked, showering in this same space, but my imagination could not provide enough detail to keep my interest.
This morning was different though. This was a basket of her laundry she had left behind. I presumed she left it behind for me to see. The clothes filled the room with her sent. "She must have forgotten to grab it this morning," I thought to myself as I began to wonder what, if anything, I should to do with it. "Do I put it outside of the door? Or do I just leave it?" I thought to myself as I examined the items more closely. There atop everything in the basket I noticed the delicate dark laced panties. Here they lay before me, her lacey, sexy G-string panties.
"Oh, she's the naughty type," I whisper under my breath.
My dick starts to twitch and tingle as I removed my clothes and stare like a child at the magnificence of Anna's panties. I removed my underwear. I squeezed my cock to harden it. In those days, it didn't take much the get me there. Weird thoughts enter my head. "Pick them up and look at them closely." and "That little lady left these here for some purpose. She wanted you to see them."
I squeezed my increasingly stiffening cock a little tighter. It tingled and becomes solidly erect. I was compelled to pump my fist down on in. It felt so good. I couldn't help but pump it again. Slowly up and down from the tip to my balls I ran my fist. I turn to start the shower and, suddenly I heard the pitter patter of her steps rounding the corner. I turn to shut the door quickly, but it's too late. There she was standing before me. I hear her gasp and a loud "OH MY GOD... I'M SO SORRY!" She lunged forward, grabbed her basket and fled. It was so fast, it looked like one single motion.
I turned just as soon as I had caught sight of her, but there was no mistaking. She had to have seen my stiff cock, my fist wrapped around it, and at least one full stroke. It was the most surreal thing that has ever happened to me.
I have found, with every turn or change in our relationships with others, there's usually an awkward and defining moment. At that time, I had no idea what this would bring. I really just wanted to crawl in a hole and die. I think I spent the rest of the day hiding in my room.
