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So.
I've had a lust for my neighbor for a long, long time. She's a single mother. Slim, fit with dark brown hair. I remember when I first developed a taste for her.
One evening I saw that she was hanging her laundry out to dry in the backyard, and what piqued my interest was her underwear hanging on the line, in particular, a bright red bra and a zebra a****l print one. It was kind of racy to me, for a older mother to still be wearing these sort of things. Because as far as I had seen, she didn't outwardly dress sexy or provocatively. I just felt so flushed and was temped to steal it from the line. They were clean, and clean underwear doesn't really interest me much for the most part. Plus I was concerned I would be caught, I mean, it's one thing to take from a drawer where something maybe won't be missed, and to take from the line of a stranger, but taking directly from a neighbor's clothesline is asking to be caught. She was married at that time too to a big Dutch meathead.
I thought I'd never have a chance to smell what her juices are like. For the most part, I would just admire her laundry hung up in the yard, mostly her bra which were hung up. I never really got to see her panties until one evening it was late out and she had left her garage door open. In the garage, there was a laundry basket and in the basket was a few clean, small, white panties. Not terribly interesting, and I didn't take them. I was also scared out of my wits about getting caught skulking around like a creep. Not long after that I had noticed that these curbside charity scams (they claim to use funds from reselling or distributing collected goods for charity, but they're extremely fly-by-night and often there's a huge amount of "overhead" versus whatever trickles down to whatever cause they claim) routinely put out flyers and noticed that she was putting bags out. I figured that while she wouldn't put panties, much less dirty panties in the bag (what monster would do that anyways?) I figured it might be fun to take some clothes from her for myself, wear and touch myself in them. In the very first bag I took from the sidewalk by her house, I found some tops, a dress, a pair of shoes, to be honest I don't remember much other than I found two bikinis. And they were dirty. She clearly hadn't washed them before putting them on the curb. One was pink with cute white polka dots and and the other was white with little cute pastel patterns. I remember seeing it and first turning up the expecting nothing, but seeing a slit shaped yellowish stain. My heart was already pumping, paranoid that someone had seen me. Scared that I'd be caught, but seeing that I'd finally know what she smelled like between her legs made that night one of the most memorable. I smelled both, bringing the stains on the crotch to my nose and inhaling deeply, the pungent musky smell and feeling my cock swell, as my heart was beating out of my chest. I was so switched on that I now knew what this perky career mom smelled like, but she didn't know I knew. Next, I knew what I wanted to do. I stripped naked and put the white bikini top, so the cups, which probably recently had hugged her little breasts now touched my chest, and with shaking fingers, I took the halter strings tying them behind my neck. Then tied the strings behind my back, so that the smooth silky material firmly rested on my chest. Then I drooled as I pulled the white bottom up until the fragrant stain was resting against my balls. I got so fucking hard knowing her juices were now touching me. I then put the crotch of the cute pink pair against my face and inhaled deeply, and then lowered the stain to my mouth. I hesitated for a few moments before opening my mouth and tenuously licking it, a short cautious lick. After a few moments, I overcame my hesitation, and gave in to the urge to give a naughty, full lick, to taste her cream with the full of my tongue, using my teeth to sc**** off dried pieces of her fluids, to dissolve in my mouth and swallow. Even relishing an odd pube hair. Thinking how it would be like to have my head between her legs for real. Meanwhile, my cock was straining out of her bikini bottom. I grasped my shaft with my other hands and stroked furiously, no lube. My balls rubbing against her pussy stain until (and it wasn't long) I was ready to climax.I then pulled the bottoms down far enough that I could shove my cockhead directly into that dried stain and shoot my cum directly into the stain, and smear my head into the moistened mixing juices, imagining what it would be like to put my cock, raw, into her pussy. I then smeared more of my cum onto the pink pair. After collapsing utterly exhausted on the floor. I freaked the fuck out, wiped off as much of the mixed cum and saliva and snuck back out to put it back into the curbside bag. I was worried I had been caught for the next few days, but I hadn't and I would continue to sneak various articles of clothing, developing a spare collection of shoes, tops and slacks which I would...enjoy
I even occasionally peered into her recycle bin for "monthly" goodies (which absolutely don't belong in the recycle bin, wtf lady) after late one night seeing her empty out her bathroom trash can into it. (This probably falls into the "disgusting things" the little message warns about at the top, so I won't go into detail other than saying "Carrie" and I really needed a shower afterwards and gargled with antiseptic mouthwash.)
I did once get lucky and sneak a thong from a clean laundry basket, but it was clean, literally bleached (and I could smell the bleach used in the wash). It wasn't the most exciting one to sneak away with, but it was the only one I thought would go unnoticed. And it probably... didn't because she stopped drying her laundry outside. Whoops.
I thought that was the end. I thought I was for sure busted. But, years later she had asked me to house sit and help feed her cat (heh). And my heart jumped at the opportunity to get inside. When it came time, I went inside, made sure I took care of what I had to, then let myself into her bedroom. I first peered into the hamper, but there wasn't anything, other than her bathrobe. I was disappointed, but then decided to just have fun checking out her clothes and trying some stuff on. I opened up her closet and saw all the gorgeous dresses, suits and shoes she had and got very excited. I was even more excited when I got to open up her drawer and saw all the very sexy panties she had. And I almost came right there when I found out...she puts dirty panties back into her drawer. Because at least half a dozen had creamy white stains on the crotch. I took a few pairs, all dirty ones, and took a few bras, and then made my way to the bathroom, where I put on a bra and panty, put another to my face, and stroked myself off until I came. I loved feeling the soft silky cups of her bra rubbing against my chest, as the stained gusset rubs sideways against the shaft of my dick as it stick out the side. It wasn't long until I squirted cum onto some toilet paper on the floor. I wanted to try on some of her stuff, but she's pretty small compared to me, and I was nervous, so I chickened out. I regret that. I really wanted to try on her clothes, and especially, wear outfits I had seen her wearing on social media posts, and take some pictures of myself pleasuring myself in those outfits.
I've had a lust for my neighbor for a long, long time. She's a single mother. Slim, fit with dark brown hair. I remember when I first developed a taste for her.
One evening I saw that she was hanging her laundry out to dry in the backyard, and what piqued my interest was her underwear hanging on the line, in particular, a bright red bra and a zebra a****l print one. It was kind of racy to me, for a older mother to still be wearing these sort of things. Because as far as I had seen, she didn't outwardly dress sexy or provocatively. I just felt so flushed and was temped to steal it from the line. They were clean, and clean underwear doesn't really interest me much for the most part. Plus I was concerned I would be caught, I mean, it's one thing to take from a drawer where something maybe won't be missed, and to take from the line of a stranger, but taking directly from a neighbor's clothesline is asking to be caught. She was married at that time too to a big Dutch meathead.
I thought I'd never have a chance to smell what her juices are like. For the most part, I would just admire her laundry hung up in the yard, mostly her bra which were hung up. I never really got to see her panties until one evening it was late out and she had left her garage door open. In the garage, there was a laundry basket and in the basket was a few clean, small, white panties. Not terribly interesting, and I didn't take them. I was also scared out of my wits about getting caught skulking around like a creep. Not long after that I had noticed that these curbside charity scams (they claim to use funds from reselling or distributing collected goods for charity, but they're extremely fly-by-night and often there's a huge amount of "overhead" versus whatever trickles down to whatever cause they claim) routinely put out flyers and noticed that she was putting bags out. I figured that while she wouldn't put panties, much less dirty panties in the bag (what monster would do that anyways?) I figured it might be fun to take some clothes from her for myself, wear and touch myself in them. In the very first bag I took from the sidewalk by her house, I found some tops, a dress, a pair of shoes, to be honest I don't remember much other than I found two bikinis. And they were dirty. She clearly hadn't washed them before putting them on the curb. One was pink with cute white polka dots and and the other was white with little cute pastel patterns. I remember seeing it and first turning up the expecting nothing, but seeing a slit shaped yellowish stain. My heart was already pumping, paranoid that someone had seen me. Scared that I'd be caught, but seeing that I'd finally know what she smelled like between her legs made that night one of the most memorable. I smelled both, bringing the stains on the crotch to my nose and inhaling deeply, the pungent musky smell and feeling my cock swell, as my heart was beating out of my chest. I was so switched on that I now knew what this perky career mom smelled like, but she didn't know I knew. Next, I knew what I wanted to do. I stripped naked and put the white bikini top, so the cups, which probably recently had hugged her little breasts now touched my chest, and with shaking fingers, I took the halter strings tying them behind my neck. Then tied the strings behind my back, so that the smooth silky material firmly rested on my chest. Then I drooled as I pulled the white bottom up until the fragrant stain was resting against my balls. I got so fucking hard knowing her juices were now touching me. I then put the crotch of the cute pink pair against my face and inhaled deeply, and then lowered the stain to my mouth. I hesitated for a few moments before opening my mouth and tenuously licking it, a short cautious lick. After a few moments, I overcame my hesitation, and gave in to the urge to give a naughty, full lick, to taste her cream with the full of my tongue, using my teeth to sc**** off dried pieces of her fluids, to dissolve in my mouth and swallow. Even relishing an odd pube hair. Thinking how it would be like to have my head between her legs for real. Meanwhile, my cock was straining out of her bikini bottom. I grasped my shaft with my other hands and stroked furiously, no lube. My balls rubbing against her pussy stain until (and it wasn't long) I was ready to climax.I then pulled the bottoms down far enough that I could shove my cockhead directly into that dried stain and shoot my cum directly into the stain, and smear my head into the moistened mixing juices, imagining what it would be like to put my cock, raw, into her pussy. I then smeared more of my cum onto the pink pair. After collapsing utterly exhausted on the floor. I freaked the fuck out, wiped off as much of the mixed cum and saliva and snuck back out to put it back into the curbside bag. I was worried I had been caught for the next few days, but I hadn't and I would continue to sneak various articles of clothing, developing a spare collection of shoes, tops and slacks which I would...enjoy
I even occasionally peered into her recycle bin for "monthly" goodies (which absolutely don't belong in the recycle bin, wtf lady) after late one night seeing her empty out her bathroom trash can into it. (This probably falls into the "disgusting things" the little message warns about at the top, so I won't go into detail other than saying "Carrie" and I really needed a shower afterwards and gargled with antiseptic mouthwash.)
I did once get lucky and sneak a thong from a clean laundry basket, but it was clean, literally bleached (and I could smell the bleach used in the wash). It wasn't the most exciting one to sneak away with, but it was the only one I thought would go unnoticed. And it probably... didn't because she stopped drying her laundry outside. Whoops.
I thought that was the end. I thought I was for sure busted. But, years later she had asked me to house sit and help feed her cat (heh). And my heart jumped at the opportunity to get inside. When it came time, I went inside, made sure I took care of what I had to, then let myself into her bedroom. I first peered into the hamper, but there wasn't anything, other than her bathrobe. I was disappointed, but then decided to just have fun checking out her clothes and trying some stuff on. I opened up her closet and saw all the gorgeous dresses, suits and shoes she had and got very excited. I was even more excited when I got to open up her drawer and saw all the very sexy panties she had. And I almost came right there when I found out...she puts dirty panties back into her drawer. Because at least half a dozen had creamy white stains on the crotch. I took a few pairs, all dirty ones, and took a few bras, and then made my way to the bathroom, where I put on a bra and panty, put another to my face, and stroked myself off until I came. I loved feeling the soft silky cups of her bra rubbing against my chest, as the stained gusset rubs sideways against the shaft of my dick as it stick out the side. It wasn't long until I squirted cum onto some toilet paper on the floor. I wanted to try on some of her stuff, but she's pretty small compared to me, and I was nervous, so I chickened out. I regret that. I really wanted to try on her clothes, and especially, wear outfits I had seen her wearing on social media posts, and take some pictures of myself pleasuring myself in those outfits.
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