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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It was a horrible wet and rainy November evening. The last job of the day and I was really not up for it. I'd almost called the office to say my last job had run over so I wouldn't be able to make this one. But, I'd only have to add it onto tomorrows jobs and tomorrow is already a packed out day so I should really just get it over and done with. It should only be a very quick one, then grab something from the chippy and home to a beer and Netflix. Might even put a bit of porn on and embrace the singleton life I am leading at the moment. Jeez what a sad case I laughed to myself. The wipers on the van were fighting hard against the rain as I struggled to find the right house. Why can't people have decent numbers on their house? Finally I found it and checked the job sheet for the name of the customer. Parking on their drive I ducked into the back of the van to grab the lightswitch I had to change and tools ready, cursing the rain on my back.
Walking up the drive I payed the door would open soon after knocking as I wasn't enjoying the weather! Sure enough as soon as I approached the door it opened and I was greeted by a guy in his mid 60s. 'Oh I'm glad you're here we were worried that you wasn't going to show - especially as its dark already'. He seemed genuinely glad I was there, which made a change. 'need a cuppa? it's rubbish out there isn't it' he asked. Oh yes, most definitely I thought. Normally I don't want a drink as it normally invites a whole load of conversation about the lives and trials of the customer which quite frankly I don't have the time or inclination to indulge in chat but seeing as it was the last job and I was gasping I accepted. 'Where's the switch to replace?' - let me show you he replied.
He led me upstairs on on the landing there was an airer with clothes drying on it. nothing unusual, except for a few rather thin and sexy thongs - which definitely caught my eye.
Daughter perhaps? or maybe they are his and I'm walking into his lair where he will transform into his female alter ego. Ok, I have been on Fab too much recently I laughed to myself.
He showed me the spare room where the switch was to be changed and said I'll bring your tea up in a moment. I was going to need to switch off the power for the lights for a few moments while I swapped the switch over. 'I'll just tell my wife' he replied.
Ohhh so that's the owner of those interesting items of underwear I'd seen earlier. |
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He showed me to the consumer unit, back downstairs and into the hall, where coming out of the lounge his wife asked if all of the lights would be going off. Now this wasn't the kind of woman I'd have associated with a thin, lacy thong. She was like her husband, mid 60s, short grey bob and glasses. Dressed in a knee length skirt and, blouse and sensible cardigan - more like a supply schoolteacher... maybe they do have a daughter who lives here then.
A quick glance at the consumer unit I could see the upstairs lights were on a separate circuit. 'No, just those upstairs I said'.
Flipping off the trip I made my way back upstairs, put on my worklight and commenced to change the socket. I'd basically finished by the time I heard the door open. It was the wife with the tea. 'Oh, I'm so sorry, I had no idea he'd left the washing out up here!' she gasped. Trying to collect the clothes off the airer quickly she fumbled it and two of the thongs fell to the floor. 'oh damn it' she exclaimed, bending to pick them up. Instinctively I had also bent down to pick them up for her without thinking and before I knew it, there we were both holding onto one of her thongs.
Realizing the situation I quickly let go and we both stood.
Don't worry, I said, I see all sorts of places and things in my job so a bit of washing isn't a problem.
At least they are clean I joked, about to add that most places I visit I would have put a health hazard warning on, but she replied instead 'oh those would be in the wash bin in the bathroom' looking straight into my eyes. 'If you need to use the toilet, please do so...'. |
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Hang on, I thought. Did she really just say that, am I reading too much into this... my mind was racing. God have I really been watching too much porn?
'oh, ok - thanks you' was all I mumbled back.
'Take your time and finish your tea' was all she replied as she walked back down the stairs.
I finished up fitting the switch and my heart was pounding. I had to go back downstairs to get the lights back on, so down I went and flicked the trip back on. No one to be seen, but the telly was on in the lounge. Back up to the spare room to collect my tools and tidy up. Was finishing my tea when the wife came back upstairs. 'have you been in there yet?' she asked. 'I just need to go in myself' she murmured as she brushed past me and into the loo.
I just stood there drinking my tea thinking what the hell is going on here! My mouth was dry and heart pounding. I'd heard about all sorts - other guys in the firm bragging about this that and the other but never had I experienced anything. All in my imagination I told myself.
But within a couple of minutes she came out. 'All yours' she said and went back downstairs.
Oh well, in for a penny I thought, put my mug down and entered the bathroom. |
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Ok, so before we go any further I need to add that, as previously mentioned I'd never ever had anything like this happen before. Yes I've made the early morning call and been greeted by women in various states of nightwear, seen things on bedroom floors that probably I shouldn't have. But always the professional, and always worried about reputation I've always erred on the side of caution.
But there they were. Arranged neatly on the toilet seat lid a beautiful black lacy thong. I shut and locked the door behind me and walked the one pace to them. Staring at them for a moment my mind was racing. My stomach turning. My hands were actually shaking as I reached out to pick them up.
Oh god, they are warm. She has only just taken them off! That, prim, older lady who looked like she would be chairing the next WI meeting has just left me a gorgeous warm sexy present.
Taking the time to inspect them properly I could feel the still warm feel, rotating them through my fingers I could see the dried white marks of her sex, there was a small damp mark too... I brought them up to my nose and inhaled the musky perfume. Instantly hard, one hand struggling to undo my trousers. all the time I was drinking in the sexy perfume of this woman. I was so deeply aroused by the situation and her scent I lost myself. Stroking my hard cock I was so close to release so quickly. I could even taste her, licking the material and rubbing them into my face...
about to cum I finally gave in and with her beautiful thong in hand released my load into them. God it was good. The orgasm gripped me as I shot a heavy load into the gusset of the thong. So much so that I needed more than the thin material could offer. Looking about I spied the washbin and quickly opened in. On the top were some red satin panties, which I proceeded to wipe the remainder of my cum onto.
I thought for a moment about keeping her black thong, but decided with regret to put it with the silk panties in the wash bin. I was still shaking and my heart racing. Fuck - what if this was all a mistake! oh god, I could lose my job over this!
washing my hands and cleaning myself up a bit my mind was racing. I had to get out of there!
Grabbing my tools and heading downstairs the husband met me at the bottom. 'All ok?' he asked.
'yeah, all done and tested' I replied. God I must reek of cum and look guilty of something.
'Brilliant' he said and walked past me up the stairs and into the room to see for himself.
His wife then joined me at the bottom of the stairs, 'let me see you out' she said. Once again looking the picture of innocence. Had I really just spunked into this womans knickers? Did I get this all wrong and now going to find myself on a disciplinary? or worse?
'Bye then' she said as I tried to look all composed as I left.
I turned round to say something as I walked out into the rain, but she had already closed the front door.
Throwing my tools in and getting into the cab I couldn't believe what had just happened. The absolute surrealnes of the situation. From one moment the absolut feeling of releasing my load to now moments later sitting in a cold damp van. Oh well, I thought as I started to drive off into the rain - that was a better end to the day than I thought!
Then my phone rang. It was the office. Just to say that the last customer had called - was I still there.
Oh Fuck - I've been rumbled. Shit shit shit. Did I get it all so very wrong??
The office lady that the wife had just called to say I'd left something behind and when its convenient, could I go back and collect it.....
Oh boy, would I!
And that, is as they say - another story  |
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