Aunt Mary (found on www)
Aunt Mary (found on www)
My panty fetish, and I guess my lingerie fetish in general, began the summer I
turned 13. I was staying with my Aunt Mary while my folks went for a two week
vacation. Aunt Mary was single still at the age of about 40. She lived alone
in a small 2 bedroom house. I have many memories from that two week stay with
Aunt Mary. And I’m sure now, as an adult, that those early memories helped to
form my current fetishes for panties, slips, and other types of lingerie.
Aunt Mary was a beautiful, feminine woman. At my age of 13, she was a bit
taller than me – maybe by 2 or 3 inches. She had brown hair that she wore
curled and cut about to her shoulder. She was well endowed, but not overweight.
Her breasts were large and her hips were round, but she still had a waist and
was well proportioned. And she always wore dresses. I don’t know if I can
remember ever seeing Aunt Mary in pants. But it was the early 1960’s and that
was pretty normal for women at that time.
The first, and very vivid, memory I have from my stay with Aunt Mary, was on the
day that I arrived. She was wearing a cotton plaid dress with short sleeves
and buttons down the front. It fell to just above her knees. This was the
first time I had seen Aunt Mary since my recent entry into pubescence. I had
never thought of her in a sexual way before this. But we had been sitting at
the kitchen table catching up on family gossip when she excused herself to the
bathroom. When she returned from the bathroom, she walked past me into the
kitchen. I turned in my chair to look at her as she stood in front of the sink
washing a few dishes that she had collected there. And I noticed that she had
apparently accidentally caught the hem of her dress in the waistband of her
panties when she pulled them up in the bathroom. Part of her dress overhung the
top of her panties. But I could still clearly see most of her panties, which
were shiny pink nylon briefs. Garter straps came out from the leg bands of her
panties and were holding up a pair of tan nylon stockings.
I felt my young penis fill with blood almost instantly. As Aunt Mary stood at
the sink washing dishes she continued talking to me without turning around.
This gave me the opportunity to stare openly at her exposed panties and
stockings. I have no idea what she was talking about at the time. I just made
the appropriate responses at the right times, agreeing with whatever she said.
Then she stepped back from the sink and opened the cabinet doors beneath it.
When she bent over, I watched her round ass stretch the shiny nylon material of
her briefs. As she looked under the sink for a sponge or cleaner or something,
I watched her ass move from side to side. My erection was becoming very
uncomfortable, pointing down the leg of my pants. So I quickly reached into my
pants and rearranged it in a more comfortable upward-pointing position.
The show continued a short while longer as Aunt Mary put the clean dishes away.
I watched intently as she reached up to the higher cabinets, and bent over to
the lower ones. I was fascinated by the experience of seeing this forbidden
sight. Each time she bent over and stood up again, her panties seemed to work
themselves deeper into the crack of her ass.
When she was done putting the dishes away, she grabbed her dishtowel and took it
into her laundry room. As she walked away, I watched the cheeks of her ass
moving separately with each step, separated by the crease where her panties had
worked their way into her ass.
Unfortunately, when she returned from the washroom, her dress was pulled out of
her panties and arranged properly. She didn’t mention it at all, and acted as
if nothing had happened.
Later that afternoon, when I was using the bathroom, I looked in the top of her
hamper, which stood in the corner. When I lifted the lid, I saw right on top of
everything, a pink pair of panties just like the ones she had been wearing
earlier. I lifted them out of the hamper and held them up by the waistband.
The throbbing erection I had in the kitchen earlier that day returned quickly.
I held the shining nylon panties to my face and rubbed the soft material on my
cheeks, taking in the mixture of her flowery perfume, her natural feminine
scent, and what I have since come to know as the unique smell of nylon panties.
I held the panties to my face with one hand as I unzipped my pants with the
other and freed my erection. Then I wrapped the soft nylon panties around my
penis and began stroking it. I kept picturing Aunt Mary as I had seen her
earlier that day in the kitchen, with her dress lifted up and her panties
exposed, as I continued rubbing my cock with her panties. When I got close to
my orgasm, I put the panties up to my face and thought about actually having my
face buried in her panty covered ass. After that, all it took was one or two
strokes and I shot my sperm into the sink.
From this point on, I was hooked on panties. I replaced the panties where I had
found them, hoping that I would find another pair of Aunt Mary’s nylon panties
in that hamper again soon!
After that first experience of seeing Aunt Mary’s panties inadvertently exposed,
and then finding the same panties, or a pair like them, in her hamper and
masturbating with them, I couldn’t stop thinking about them. An hour after
masturbating with the panties I found in her bathroom hamper, I went back into
the bathroom to find them again. I opened the hamper and pulled them out. They
were right on top where I had left them, and where Aunt Mary had left them
originally. I held them up by the waistband. They were full cut nylon briefs
and they seemed rather large. I looked at the tag that was sewn into the side
seam and saw that they were size 9. They were sheer enough that I could see my
hand through both layers of the material. I held them to my nose to take in the
scent of Aunt Mary again, and immediately felt my erection beginning to grow in
my pants.
Quickly I undid my pants and dropped them to the floor with my underwear,
leaving me naked from the waist down. Then I took Aunt Mary’s big pink panties
and held them out in front of myself. I had to feel what it was like to be
wearing her panties. So I stepped into them and pulled them up my legs and over
my jutting erection. The feeling was incredible. The soft nylon material
caressed my ass, and my quickly tightening balls, and my now throbbing and
bobbing erection. I grabbed my hardness where it poked a tent in the front of
Aunt Mary’s briefs, and began stroking myself through the material. Looking at
myself in the mirror, I felt so naughty to be wearing a woman’s panties, and so
excited by it that my mind was swimming.
Just then, Aunt Mary knocked at the bathroom door. “Are you okay in there?” she
asked.
I froze with my penis in my hand and tried to steady my voice from quivering
with excitement as I replied, “I’m fine. I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Okay. Just checking,” she said.
As I heard her walking away from the door, I began stroking myself again.
Within about a minute, I was so aroused that I couldn’t touch myself without
feeling like I was going to come. As I stood there looking at myself in the
mirror without touching my erection, the rubbing action that was caused by my
penis throbbing inside Aunt Mary’s panties, put me over the top. I couldn’t
hold back anymore and I felt my pulsing release into the big pink panties.
As soon as the throbbing stopped, I quickly stepped out of the big briefs and
put my pants back on. Then I looked in the panties and saw the big gob of semen
I had left in them. I didn’t know what to do. But I figured that the best
thing to do would be to put them back in the hamper where I found them and hope
that Aunt Mary wouldn’t notice what I had left in them when she put them in the
wash.
I was now obsessed with the memory of that feeling of Aunt Mary’s panties on my
penis. And later that day, when she said she was going to the store to pick up
a few things for dinner, she asked if I wanted to join her. Seeing this as an
opportunity to explore the house for more of her underthings, I told her that
I’d rather wait at home.
As soon as her car left the driveway, I ran into her room and began opening her
dresser drawers. Sweaters in one, blouses in another, shorts and bathing suits
in the third… and then BINGO! I found the most beautiful thing in a woman’s
bedroom – her panty drawer. Her panties were not neatly folded. They were just
piled into the drawer. And what a pile it was! She must have had more than 50
pairs of panties stuffed into the drawer. I started pulling them out and
examining them. Most were large nylon briefs, but they were in a variety of
colors and styles. Some had lace on them. Some had satin ribbons and bows.
Some were a shimmering shiny opaque material. And others were sheer transparent
nylon.
I dropped my pants to my ankles, and grabbed a handful of the panties in either
hand, pressing them around my young hard penis. Then I started thrusting my
hips and fucking the huge wad of nylon panties.
Before making myself come, I dropped the panties back in her drawer. And I
continued my exploration. The next drawer I opened contained a beautiful
assortment of half-slips. Unlike the panties, though, these were all neatly
folded. I lifted up one that was on top. It was a white slip with about 4
inches of lace at the hem. It felt very much like her nylon panties. I held it
out in front of myself and thought it was one of the prettiest, most feminine
garments I had ever seen (in my very limited experience). I immediately knew
that I had to know what it felt like on. So I stepped the rest of the way out
of my pants and stepped into Aunt Mary’s pretty white slip. Feeling the soft
nylon material against my skin, as I pulled it up to my waist, sent shivers
through me. I stroked myself just a couple of times before I had to stop. Then
I went back to Aunt Mary’s panty drawer and pulled out a pair of big white nylon
briefs that felt very soft. I stuck my hand inside the panties and wrapped my
hand around my stiff, slip-covered prick. I couldn’t believe the sensation of
the two silky materials rubbing against each other. I stopped before I shot
into her slip.
When my excitement subsided enough, I took the briefs and stepped into them,
pulling them up under Aunt Mary’s half-slip. The big panties left plenty of
room for my erection which poked a tent in the panties and in the front of the
slip. As I stood there luxuriating in the feeling of all that soft feminine
material, I heard the front door open! How much time had passed? I had lost
track. But now I was standing in Aunt Mary’s bedroom in her panties and slip as
she was walking in with the groceries.
I quickly shed her undergarments and tossed them back in her drawers. I didn’t
have time to fold the slip, and just hoped that she would think she left it that
way, as I hurriedly pulled my pants back on.
When I went out to the kitchen, Aunt Mary was on her hands and knees in front of
the sink, with the cabinet doors opened, looking under the sink. She was
kneeling in a puddle of water, so I gathered that the sink was leaking. I asked
her what happened and she said she didn’t know. She said there seemed to be a
leak, but she couldn’t find it. She asked me to look for the leak while she
cleared the dishes out of the sink so she could let it drain.
First, we each took a dish towel and sopped up the puddle on the floor. We
worked facing each other, and I had a perfect view down the top of her dress as
she wiped the floor dry. I was transfixed by her deep cleavage as her breasts
swayed with her rubbing motions. Then I laid down on my back so I could look up
under the sink. Immediately I saw that the leak was coming from a loose
fitting. But I didn’t let on that I had found it, because as I had been looking
for it, Aunt Mary had stepped over me so she could start emptying the dishes
from the sink. She had one leg on either side of me so that when I scooted
forward just a bit, I had a perfect view up her dress! And what a view it was!
Underneath the plaid cotton dress, she was wearing a beautiful white half-slip,
very much like the one I had found in her drawer, and the same pair of sheer
pink panties she had been wearing earlier in the day. I couldn’t believe my
good fortune! I had the perfect view up her dress and could take my time
looking because she thought I was looking for a leak under the sink.
I heard the dishes clanking above me as Aunt Mary cleared the sink. This view
of her panties was better, in many ways, than the view I had had of them earlier
that day when she had her dress accidentally tucked into them. I was much
closer to her and her legs were spread as she straddled me, so I had clear view
of the crotch of her pink briefs. What I discovered upon this closer inspection
of her panties, was that unlike the pair I found in the hamper which I thought
were the same as these, this pair had no cotton panel in the crotch. These were
100% sheer nylon all the way around. And there was enough light in the brightly
lit kitchen that even under her dress, I could make out the dark folds of her
feminine flower through the sheer panty crotch.
“Did you find it yet?” she asked.
“Yes. I’m pretty sure I found it,” I answered as I continued to stare up her
dress at her pretty slip and panties. Then I had an idea. If I acted as if I
was just getting up quickly without thinking, I could stick my head all the way
up her dress as I sat up. This thought got me so turned on, that I knew I had
to try it.
“I think I just need to get a wrench to tighten this,” I said as I sat up. My
head went straight up her dress between her legs and my face hit her right in
her pubic mound. She was shocked, and stumbled backwards. Since my head was
caught up her dress, she pulled me forward as she fell back. She ended up on
the floor, laying on her back with her legs spread and my head up her dress.
For a moment, my cheek was against the front of her panties, and I could feel
her kinky pubic hairs beneath the sheer material. Then she lifted her dress up
to her waist to set me free. And when I straightened up, she was starting to
laugh. I laughed with her for a few moments, then she said, “what the hell
happened?” She was still lying on the floor with her dress up to her waist and
her legs spread as I was kneeling between them. I glanced down at her crotch
and saw her dark triangle of pubic hair showing through the sheer nylon material
of her big pink brief panties as she lay there. Her slip and dress were turned
inside out where she pulled them up, so that her shiny white slip was exposed.
I continued kneeling between her legs as I explained that I was just about to
jump up and get a wrench when I accidentally bumped into her and knocked her
over. I asked her if she was okay, while I continued to enjoy the view. She
said she was okay… just a little shaken up. And I figured I had pushed the
situation about as far as I could. So I stood up and offered her my hand to
help her up. She still hadn’t covered herself and she looked so helpless and
sexy lying on the floor with her legs spread and her panties and slip exposed to
me. As she reached for my hand, I noticed her staring at the huge bulge that
had grown in my pants. But she didn’t comment on it. And as she stood up, her
slip and dress fell back down to cover her modestly once again.
Aunt Mary appeared, at least on the surface, to be a modest woman. She wore
relatively conservative clothes – generally dresses to the knee or lower, with
slips, stockings, and low to medium heeled pumps. But she seemed also, to have
an unselfconscious way about her when she was in the comfort of her own home.
This became more apparent as my stay with her continued.
For example, on my first evening with her, I was sitting watching TV in her
living room, when she walked through to the kitchen in a half-slip and a bra.
I’m sure she felt this was okay since she was actually quite well covered and
since I was her nephew. But I was fascinated by seeing her in her lingerie.
The bra was very functional looking. It was white, with a wide strap in the
back that had 4 clasps. It gave her full coverage in front, encasing her large
breasts in thick white lacey cups. The straps going over her shoulders where
about and inch wide. Her half-slip was white nylon and came to her knees, where
there was about 4 inches of lace. The slip was sheer enough that I could just
make out the outline of her panties and her garter straps. She was still
wearing her beige nylons, but wasn’t wearing any shoes.
After doing something in the kitchen, she came back into the living room and
started straightening up a bit. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she moved
about the room. She fluffed pillows and arranged magazines and carried a few
dishes into the kitchen. When she came back, she had glass cleaner and a rag
for cleaning the glass coffee table. She stood directly between me and the TV
as she sprayed the glass, and said “I’m not blocking your view, am I?” Of
course she didn’t realize that she WAS my view. I told her not to worry about
it. I could see fine.
She started on the far side of the table, leaning towards me over the table.
Her breasts hung down, and despite the full coverage of her bra, I could see the
line of her cleavage between her breasts. As she rubbed the cloth on the table,
her breasts swung back and forth, jiggling with the movement of her arm. Her
large utilitarian bra was insufficient to stop the movement of her big breasts.
By this time, I had a hard erection, which was getting uncomfortable, pointing
down the leg of my pants. I sat transfixed by the site of her large swaying
breasts as she wiped the table.
Then she moved around the table and stood between the couch where I sat, and the
coffee table. She said, “I’m sorry. This will just take a minute,” as she
sprayed glass cleaner on the table and leaned forward to wipe it clean. I told
her to take her time. It was no problem. While her back was turned, I reached
into my pants to rearrange my erection so that it pointed more comfortably
upward. Bent over as she was, her panty- and slip-covered ass was just a couple
of feet away from me. I watched it move back and forth as she wiped the table
down. Knowing she couldn’t see me behind her, I sat up closer with my face now
just 8 or 10 inches from her butt. I remember being able to smell her perfume.
And I almost came in my pants.
When she finished cleaning the table and stood up again, I sat back on the couch
and tried to cover my erection discretely with my hands. “Okay. All done,” she
said. And as she walked away from me, toward the kitchen, she stopped, reached
up under the hem of her slip and pulled the leg bands of her panties down over
the bottom of her buttocks. She didn’t appear to be showing off on purpose. It
was almost as if I wasn’t there, and she was just acting as she would if she
were home alone.
There was another incident with that glass coffee table that I remember too. I
was laying on the floor in front of the TV with my head up by the coffee table.
I had been watching TV, but when Aunt Mary came into the living room to do her
dusting, I pretended to be asleep, looking through slits in my eyelids so she
wouldn’t know I was watching her.
She was wearing one of her longer dresses, which was not particularly revealing.
But when she came over to clean the coffee table, she stood directly over me
with one foot on either side of my head! I opened my eyes fully, and was
rewarded with a beautiful view up Aunt Mary’s dress. I didn’t realize it at the
time, but I think at this point, Aunt Mary knew the effect that she had on me.
I’m sure she had seen me more than once, with a raging boner, after seeing her
in her slip, or catching a peek at her panties. But she was very discrete about
the way she handled it. She revealed herself to me in subtle ways, never
overtly flashing me, or saying anything to me about these incidents. I looked
up her dress, and found myself gazing up the inside of her slip. As I looked up
higher, I had a spectacular view of the crotch of her panties. They were very
sheer white nylon panties with no reinforcement in the crotch panel. Standing
with one leg on either side of my head, her legs were spread plenty far enough
for me to clearly view her panties. Through the sheer material of the crotch, I
could make out the folds of her womanly flower. I had never actually seen a
woman’s sex parts before. The closest I had come was when I had a similar view
when I was under the sink the day before (see part 2). And just when I thought
the view couldn’t get any better, Aunt Mary knelt down to wipe off the table.
The soft nylon material of her slip surrounded my head, and her crotch was just
inches from my face. I had a beautiful close-up view of the crotch of her
panties, and the beautiful flower that was beneath it. I breathed in deeply and
smelled the flowery scent of her perfume. As she wiped the table, her slip
swished around my face. I was in heaven!
This lasted about a minute or so, before she stood back up and went to work on
other parts of the room. I continued to feign sleep, but if she happened to
steal a glance at my crotch, she would have seen a huge bulge in my pants that
would have indicated to her that I was awake and had taken pleasure in the view
she gave me.
Another example of the unselfconscious way Aunt Mary would expose herself to me,
was that she would leave the bathroom door opened several inches when she took a
shower. The first time I noticed this, I was walking down the hallway and
looked in the doorway when I heard the shower running. I couldn’t see her
through the shower curtain, but I devised a way to see her when she stepped out
of the shower. I waited until I heard her turn the water off, and listened for
the sound of her opening the curtain. Then I walked down the hallway, looking
into the doorway as I passed. My timing was perfect! She had opened the
curtain and was wiping the excess water off before she reached for her towel. I
stood stock still so as to not draw any attention to myself as I peeked at Aunt
Mary through the partly opened doorway. This was the first time I had seen a
woman naked other than my mother. And since I was related to Aunt Mary on my
father’s side, she looked nothing like my mother! My mother was a tall thin
woman with very small breasts and very little womanly shape. Aunt Mary, in
contrast, was voluptuous. Even her curves had curves! She had large full
breasts that hung down slightly on her chest. Dripping with water, her nipples
were very erect and her large dark areolas were crinkly and puckered. Her waist
tapered down to a nice size, and her full round hips finished the lower part of
her hourglass shape. As she leaned forward to wipe the excess water from her
legs, her breasts hung down and swayed back and forth with her motions. When
she turned and reached for her towel, she looked up and saw me. But she didn’t
cover herself immediately. She just stepped out of the shower, unfolded the
towel and wrapped it around her body. I walked on down the hall.
When I walked back past the bathroom a couple of minutes later, Aunt Mary called
me in. It was then that she told me that she was sorry about the bathroom door
being opened, but that she liked to leave the door cracked so it didn’t get all
steamy in there. I told her I was sorry that I was looking in the door. And
she said that it wasn’t my fault since she had left it opened. Then she
continued to say that the human body is nothing to be ashamed of, and she
understood how a boy of my age would be curious about seeing a woman’s body.
She was still wearing just her bath towel, wrapped around her body. It covered
her breasts, and came down just below her hips. As she spoke to me, she sat
down halfway on the bathroom counter, with one leg up and the other reaching
toward the floor. Her legs parted, and she gave me a very clear look up her
towel. I saw her pussy lips which were slightly parted, and saw a bit of her
neatly trimmed pubic hair above. She was looking in the mirror, doing something
with a Q-tip as she talked to me. It gave me plenty of time to gawk at her
beautiful exposed crotch. She kept talking. I don’t really remember what she
was saying. But I think it was more about the naked body being natural… the way
you are born… etcetera.
Then she stepped down from the counter and opened the cabinet beneath. When she
bent over to look in the cabinet, she turned away from me and bent at the waist,
exposing the bottom of her naked buttocks and a bit of her pink womanhood
peeking between her thighs. She moved things around in the cabinet, obviously
looking for something. Then she asked if I had seen her lotion. I told her I
hadn’t. Then I saw an opportunity. “Let me see if I can find it,” I told her
as I knelt down behind her. My face was level with her buttocks, which she kept
turned toward me as I knelt behind her. I pretended to be looking through the
bottles and tubes under the cabinet, as I gazed at her body just inches from my
face. I was close enough to see her puckered asshole. I thought I was going to
die! I was examining her pussy and her asshole up close. Then Aunt Mary found
the lotion she was looking for and stood back up.
“Here it is,” she said as she turned toward me. I was standing again. We were
very close together in the cramped quarters of her bathroom. I’m sure she
noticed the erection poking down the leg of my pants. “So about what I was
saying about the human body…” she continued. “…Did you feel uncomfortable about
seeing me naked when I got out of the shower?”
I didn’t quite know how to answer. “I… uh… well… no. Not really.” And as I
said that, she unwrapped the towel from around her body and let it drop to the
floor.
“That’s good,” she said, completely naked now. She flipped the top on the
lotion bottle and shook and squeezed the lotion into her hand. As she shook the
bottle, her large breasts jiggled violently. I couldn’t believe what she was
allowing me to see. “Some people are ashamed or embarrassed about their bodies
or about seeing others,” she continued. As she said this, she began rubbing the
lotion all over her big breasts, squeezing and massaging them as she worked the
lotion into her skin. “But it is actually more natural to be naked than it is
to be dressed.”
She handed me the bottle and turned away from me. “Will you put some on my
back?” she asked. I put some lotion in my hands and began rubbing it into her
shoulders and upper back. “A little bit lower,” she said. So I put some more
lotion in my hands and rubbed it into the middle and lower part of her back.
Her skin was so soft. And I couldn’t take my eyes off of her ass. She had a
beautiful round ass, with the smoothest looking skin. She had no dimples on her
butt, but it was ample and womanly. “A little bit lower,” she said as I worked
on the area just above her butt. So I took a little more lotion and began
working it into the upper part of her buttocks. “That’s it,” she said. “A
little bit lower.” So I worked my hands down to the fullness of her buttocks.
"Can you massage it in real good?” she asked. “I’m a little bit sore.”
I couldn’t believe she was asking me to do this! But I knelt on the floor
behind her and began grabbing and massaging her butt cheeks. As I squeezed
them, she moaned a little and said “Yes. That’s it.” So I continued. As I
grabbed and massaged her buttocks, I let me thumbs get very close to the
cleavage of her butt, and pulled her cheeks apart slightly. “Mmmm. That feels
good,” she said as she leaned over, bracing her hands on top of the counter.
Now I was kneading and squeezing her ass, pulling her cheeks apart, and looking
at her butthole as I did it. My thumbs sunk into the cleavage of her ass as I
squeezed and massaged. And when I grabbed a big handful of her ass in each
hand, I pulled her cheeks apart as far as I could, getting another close look at
her freshly cleaned, puckered butthole. I held her ass apart this time as I
squeezed and massaged it.
Then suddenly she straightened up and stopped me and said, “Thank you, Honey.
That’s good.” I stood up, looking at her. It was difficult for me to stand
straight up with my erection pointing down the leg of my pants, so I was
partially bent over to take some of the pressure off. Her big soft breast were
right in front of my face. She reached down to pick up her towel, and her face
came inches from the throbbing bulge in my pants. Then she stood back up with
the towel in her hand and squeezed past me through the doorway. Her big dark
nipples looked painfully erect, and they brushed against my chest as she moved
past me. I stuck my head out the doorway and watched her ass sway from side to
side as she walked down the hallway and into her bedroom.
As soon as she was gone, I closed the bathroom door, and looked in her hamper.
Lying right on top, were the clothes she had taken off before her shower,
including a white half slip and a white pair of full-cut brief panties. I
stripped out of my clothes and stepped into Aunt Mary’s big nylon panties. When
I pulled them up, there was plenty of room for my jutting erection. I then
stepped into Aunt Mary’s half-slip and pulled it up over the panties. The
feeling of the slip rubbing against the panties was incredible! I pictured
myself grabbing Aunt Mary’s ass and pulling it apart, looking at her asshole… I
stroked my penis through the two layers of her lingerie as I recalled the
preceding moments… And I exploded, pumping huge quantities of my teenage juices
into her panties. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me as I emptied
myself into her big soft panties.
I stood leaning against the sink, recovering from my orgasm, when Aunt Mary
knocked on the door. “Just a minute!” I called to her as I quickly stripped out
of her lingerie and stuffed her slip and her cum-soaked panties back into her
hamper. I pulled my clothes back on as quickly as I could and flushed the
toilet so she would think I had been using it. Then I opened the door.
“I just wanted to grab the hamper,” she said. “I’m doing a load of laundry. Do
you have anything you want washed?”
My panty fetish, and I guess my lingerie fetish in general, began the summer I
turned 13. I was staying with my Aunt Mary while my folks went for a two week
vacation. Aunt Mary was single still at the age of about 40. She lived alone
in a small 2 bedroom house. I have many memories from that two week stay with
Aunt Mary. And I’m sure now, as an adult, that those early memories helped to
form my current fetishes for panties, slips, and other types of lingerie.
Aunt Mary was a beautiful, feminine woman. At my age of 13, she was a bit
taller than me – maybe by 2 or 3 inches. She had brown hair that she wore
curled and cut about to her shoulder. She was well endowed, but not overweight.
Her breasts were large and her hips were round, but she still had a waist and
was well proportioned. And she always wore dresses. I don’t know if I can
remember ever seeing Aunt Mary in pants. But it was the early 1960’s and that
was pretty normal for women at that time.
The first, and very vivid, memory I have from my stay with Aunt Mary, was on the
day that I arrived. She was wearing a cotton plaid dress with short sleeves
and buttons down the front. It fell to just above her knees. This was the
first time I had seen Aunt Mary since my recent entry into pubescence. I had
never thought of her in a sexual way before this. But we had been sitting at
the kitchen table catching up on family gossip when she excused herself to the
bathroom. When she returned from the bathroom, she walked past me into the
kitchen. I turned in my chair to look at her as she stood in front of the sink
washing a few dishes that she had collected there. And I noticed that she had
apparently accidentally caught the hem of her dress in the waistband of her
panties when she pulled them up in the bathroom. Part of her dress overhung the
top of her panties. But I could still clearly see most of her panties, which
were shiny pink nylon briefs. Garter straps came out from the leg bands of her
panties and were holding up a pair of tan nylon stockings.
I felt my young penis fill with blood almost instantly. As Aunt Mary stood at
the sink washing dishes she continued talking to me without turning around.
This gave me the opportunity to stare openly at her exposed panties and
stockings. I have no idea what she was talking about at the time. I just made
the appropriate responses at the right times, agreeing with whatever she said.
Then she stepped back from the sink and opened the cabinet doors beneath it.
When she bent over, I watched her round ass stretch the shiny nylon material of
her briefs. As she looked under the sink for a sponge or cleaner or something,
I watched her ass move from side to side. My erection was becoming very
uncomfortable, pointing down the leg of my pants. So I quickly reached into my
pants and rearranged it in a more comfortable upward-pointing position.
The show continued a short while longer as Aunt Mary put the clean dishes away.
I watched intently as she reached up to the higher cabinets, and bent over to
the lower ones. I was fascinated by the experience of seeing this forbidden
sight. Each time she bent over and stood up again, her panties seemed to work
themselves deeper into the crack of her ass.
When she was done putting the dishes away, she grabbed her dishtowel and took it
into her laundry room. As she walked away, I watched the cheeks of her ass
moving separately with each step, separated by the crease where her panties had
worked their way into her ass.
Unfortunately, when she returned from the washroom, her dress was pulled out of
her panties and arranged properly. She didn’t mention it at all, and acted as
if nothing had happened.
Later that afternoon, when I was using the bathroom, I looked in the top of her
hamper, which stood in the corner. When I lifted the lid, I saw right on top of
everything, a pink pair of panties just like the ones she had been wearing
earlier. I lifted them out of the hamper and held them up by the waistband.
The throbbing erection I had in the kitchen earlier that day returned quickly.
I held the shining nylon panties to my face and rubbed the soft material on my
cheeks, taking in the mixture of her flowery perfume, her natural feminine
scent, and what I have since come to know as the unique smell of nylon panties.
I held the panties to my face with one hand as I unzipped my pants with the
other and freed my erection. Then I wrapped the soft nylon panties around my
penis and began stroking it. I kept picturing Aunt Mary as I had seen her
earlier that day in the kitchen, with her dress lifted up and her panties
exposed, as I continued rubbing my cock with her panties. When I got close to
my orgasm, I put the panties up to my face and thought about actually having my
face buried in her panty covered ass. After that, all it took was one or two
strokes and I shot my sperm into the sink.
From this point on, I was hooked on panties. I replaced the panties where I had
found them, hoping that I would find another pair of Aunt Mary’s nylon panties
in that hamper again soon!
After that first experience of seeing Aunt Mary’s panties inadvertently exposed,
and then finding the same panties, or a pair like them, in her hamper and
masturbating with them, I couldn’t stop thinking about them. An hour after
masturbating with the panties I found in her bathroom hamper, I went back into
the bathroom to find them again. I opened the hamper and pulled them out. They
were right on top where I had left them, and where Aunt Mary had left them
originally. I held them up by the waistband. They were full cut nylon briefs
and they seemed rather large. I looked at the tag that was sewn into the side
seam and saw that they were size 9. They were sheer enough that I could see my
hand through both layers of the material. I held them to my nose to take in the
scent of Aunt Mary again, and immediately felt my erection beginning to grow in
my pants.
Quickly I undid my pants and dropped them to the floor with my underwear,
leaving me naked from the waist down. Then I took Aunt Mary’s big pink panties
and held them out in front of myself. I had to feel what it was like to be
wearing her panties. So I stepped into them and pulled them up my legs and over
my jutting erection. The feeling was incredible. The soft nylon material
caressed my ass, and my quickly tightening balls, and my now throbbing and
bobbing erection. I grabbed my hardness where it poked a tent in the front of
Aunt Mary’s briefs, and began stroking myself through the material. Looking at
myself in the mirror, I felt so naughty to be wearing a woman’s panties, and so
excited by it that my mind was swimming.
Just then, Aunt Mary knocked at the bathroom door. “Are you okay in there?” she
asked.
I froze with my penis in my hand and tried to steady my voice from quivering
with excitement as I replied, “I’m fine. I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Okay. Just checking,” she said.
As I heard her walking away from the door, I began stroking myself again.
Within about a minute, I was so aroused that I couldn’t touch myself without
feeling like I was going to come. As I stood there looking at myself in the
mirror without touching my erection, the rubbing action that was caused by my
penis throbbing inside Aunt Mary’s panties, put me over the top. I couldn’t
hold back anymore and I felt my pulsing release into the big pink panties.
As soon as the throbbing stopped, I quickly stepped out of the big briefs and
put my pants back on. Then I looked in the panties and saw the big gob of semen
I had left in them. I didn’t know what to do. But I figured that the best
thing to do would be to put them back in the hamper where I found them and hope
that Aunt Mary wouldn’t notice what I had left in them when she put them in the
wash.
I was now obsessed with the memory of that feeling of Aunt Mary’s panties on my
penis. And later that day, when she said she was going to the store to pick up
a few things for dinner, she asked if I wanted to join her. Seeing this as an
opportunity to explore the house for more of her underthings, I told her that
I’d rather wait at home.
As soon as her car left the driveway, I ran into her room and began opening her
dresser drawers. Sweaters in one, blouses in another, shorts and bathing suits
in the third… and then BINGO! I found the most beautiful thing in a woman’s
bedroom – her panty drawer. Her panties were not neatly folded. They were just
piled into the drawer. And what a pile it was! She must have had more than 50
pairs of panties stuffed into the drawer. I started pulling them out and
examining them. Most were large nylon briefs, but they were in a variety of
colors and styles. Some had lace on them. Some had satin ribbons and bows.
Some were a shimmering shiny opaque material. And others were sheer transparent
nylon.
I dropped my pants to my ankles, and grabbed a handful of the panties in either
hand, pressing them around my young hard penis. Then I started thrusting my
hips and fucking the huge wad of nylon panties.
Before making myself come, I dropped the panties back in her drawer. And I
continued my exploration. The next drawer I opened contained a beautiful
assortment of half-slips. Unlike the panties, though, these were all neatly
folded. I lifted up one that was on top. It was a white slip with about 4
inches of lace at the hem. It felt very much like her nylon panties. I held it
out in front of myself and thought it was one of the prettiest, most feminine
garments I had ever seen (in my very limited experience). I immediately knew
that I had to know what it felt like on. So I stepped the rest of the way out
of my pants and stepped into Aunt Mary’s pretty white slip. Feeling the soft
nylon material against my skin, as I pulled it up to my waist, sent shivers
through me. I stroked myself just a couple of times before I had to stop. Then
I went back to Aunt Mary’s panty drawer and pulled out a pair of big white nylon
briefs that felt very soft. I stuck my hand inside the panties and wrapped my
hand around my stiff, slip-covered prick. I couldn’t believe the sensation of
the two silky materials rubbing against each other. I stopped before I shot
into her slip.
When my excitement subsided enough, I took the briefs and stepped into them,
pulling them up under Aunt Mary’s half-slip. The big panties left plenty of
room for my erection which poked a tent in the panties and in the front of the
slip. As I stood there luxuriating in the feeling of all that soft feminine
material, I heard the front door open! How much time had passed? I had lost
track. But now I was standing in Aunt Mary’s bedroom in her panties and slip as
she was walking in with the groceries.
I quickly shed her undergarments and tossed them back in her drawers. I didn’t
have time to fold the slip, and just hoped that she would think she left it that
way, as I hurriedly pulled my pants back on.
When I went out to the kitchen, Aunt Mary was on her hands and knees in front of
the sink, with the cabinet doors opened, looking under the sink. She was
kneeling in a puddle of water, so I gathered that the sink was leaking. I asked
her what happened and she said she didn’t know. She said there seemed to be a
leak, but she couldn’t find it. She asked me to look for the leak while she
cleared the dishes out of the sink so she could let it drain.
First, we each took a dish towel and sopped up the puddle on the floor. We
worked facing each other, and I had a perfect view down the top of her dress as
she wiped the floor dry. I was transfixed by her deep cleavage as her breasts
swayed with her rubbing motions. Then I laid down on my back so I could look up
under the sink. Immediately I saw that the leak was coming from a loose
fitting. But I didn’t let on that I had found it, because as I had been looking
for it, Aunt Mary had stepped over me so she could start emptying the dishes
from the sink. She had one leg on either side of me so that when I scooted
forward just a bit, I had a perfect view up her dress! And what a view it was!
Underneath the plaid cotton dress, she was wearing a beautiful white half-slip,
very much like the one I had found in her drawer, and the same pair of sheer
pink panties she had been wearing earlier in the day. I couldn’t believe my
good fortune! I had the perfect view up her dress and could take my time
looking because she thought I was looking for a leak under the sink.
I heard the dishes clanking above me as Aunt Mary cleared the sink. This view
of her panties was better, in many ways, than the view I had had of them earlier
that day when she had her dress accidentally tucked into them. I was much
closer to her and her legs were spread as she straddled me, so I had clear view
of the crotch of her pink briefs. What I discovered upon this closer inspection
of her panties, was that unlike the pair I found in the hamper which I thought
were the same as these, this pair had no cotton panel in the crotch. These were
100% sheer nylon all the way around. And there was enough light in the brightly
lit kitchen that even under her dress, I could make out the dark folds of her
feminine flower through the sheer panty crotch.
“Did you find it yet?” she asked.
“Yes. I’m pretty sure I found it,” I answered as I continued to stare up her
dress at her pretty slip and panties. Then I had an idea. If I acted as if I
was just getting up quickly without thinking, I could stick my head all the way
up her dress as I sat up. This thought got me so turned on, that I knew I had
to try it.
“I think I just need to get a wrench to tighten this,” I said as I sat up. My
head went straight up her dress between her legs and my face hit her right in
her pubic mound. She was shocked, and stumbled backwards. Since my head was
caught up her dress, she pulled me forward as she fell back. She ended up on
the floor, laying on her back with her legs spread and my head up her dress.
For a moment, my cheek was against the front of her panties, and I could feel
her kinky pubic hairs beneath the sheer material. Then she lifted her dress up
to her waist to set me free. And when I straightened up, she was starting to
laugh. I laughed with her for a few moments, then she said, “what the hell
happened?” She was still lying on the floor with her dress up to her waist and
her legs spread as I was kneeling between them. I glanced down at her crotch
and saw her dark triangle of pubic hair showing through the sheer nylon material
of her big pink brief panties as she lay there. Her slip and dress were turned
inside out where she pulled them up, so that her shiny white slip was exposed.
I continued kneeling between her legs as I explained that I was just about to
jump up and get a wrench when I accidentally bumped into her and knocked her
over. I asked her if she was okay, while I continued to enjoy the view. She
said she was okay… just a little shaken up. And I figured I had pushed the
situation about as far as I could. So I stood up and offered her my hand to
help her up. She still hadn’t covered herself and she looked so helpless and
sexy lying on the floor with her legs spread and her panties and slip exposed to
me. As she reached for my hand, I noticed her staring at the huge bulge that
had grown in my pants. But she didn’t comment on it. And as she stood up, her
slip and dress fell back down to cover her modestly once again.
Aunt Mary appeared, at least on the surface, to be a modest woman. She wore
relatively conservative clothes – generally dresses to the knee or lower, with
slips, stockings, and low to medium heeled pumps. But she seemed also, to have
an unselfconscious way about her when she was in the comfort of her own home.
This became more apparent as my stay with her continued.
For example, on my first evening with her, I was sitting watching TV in her
living room, when she walked through to the kitchen in a half-slip and a bra.
I’m sure she felt this was okay since she was actually quite well covered and
since I was her nephew. But I was fascinated by seeing her in her lingerie.
The bra was very functional looking. It was white, with a wide strap in the
back that had 4 clasps. It gave her full coverage in front, encasing her large
breasts in thick white lacey cups. The straps going over her shoulders where
about and inch wide. Her half-slip was white nylon and came to her knees, where
there was about 4 inches of lace. The slip was sheer enough that I could just
make out the outline of her panties and her garter straps. She was still
wearing her beige nylons, but wasn’t wearing any shoes.
After doing something in the kitchen, she came back into the living room and
started straightening up a bit. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she moved
about the room. She fluffed pillows and arranged magazines and carried a few
dishes into the kitchen. When she came back, she had glass cleaner and a rag
for cleaning the glass coffee table. She stood directly between me and the TV
as she sprayed the glass, and said “I’m not blocking your view, am I?” Of
course she didn’t realize that she WAS my view. I told her not to worry about
it. I could see fine.
She started on the far side of the table, leaning towards me over the table.
Her breasts hung down, and despite the full coverage of her bra, I could see the
line of her cleavage between her breasts. As she rubbed the cloth on the table,
her breasts swung back and forth, jiggling with the movement of her arm. Her
large utilitarian bra was insufficient to stop the movement of her big breasts.
By this time, I had a hard erection, which was getting uncomfortable, pointing
down the leg of my pants. I sat transfixed by the site of her large swaying
breasts as she wiped the table.
Then she moved around the table and stood between the couch where I sat, and the
coffee table. She said, “I’m sorry. This will just take a minute,” as she
sprayed glass cleaner on the table and leaned forward to wipe it clean. I told
her to take her time. It was no problem. While her back was turned, I reached
into my pants to rearrange my erection so that it pointed more comfortably
upward. Bent over as she was, her panty- and slip-covered ass was just a couple
of feet away from me. I watched it move back and forth as she wiped the table
down. Knowing she couldn’t see me behind her, I sat up closer with my face now
just 8 or 10 inches from her butt. I remember being able to smell her perfume.
And I almost came in my pants.
When she finished cleaning the table and stood up again, I sat back on the couch
and tried to cover my erection discretely with my hands. “Okay. All done,” she
said. And as she walked away from me, toward the kitchen, she stopped, reached
up under the hem of her slip and pulled the leg bands of her panties down over
the bottom of her buttocks. She didn’t appear to be showing off on purpose. It
was almost as if I wasn’t there, and she was just acting as she would if she
were home alone.
There was another incident with that glass coffee table that I remember too. I
was laying on the floor in front of the TV with my head up by the coffee table.
I had been watching TV, but when Aunt Mary came into the living room to do her
dusting, I pretended to be asleep, looking through slits in my eyelids so she
wouldn’t know I was watching her.
She was wearing one of her longer dresses, which was not particularly revealing.
But when she came over to clean the coffee table, she stood directly over me
with one foot on either side of my head! I opened my eyes fully, and was
rewarded with a beautiful view up Aunt Mary’s dress. I didn’t realize it at the
time, but I think at this point, Aunt Mary knew the effect that she had on me.
I’m sure she had seen me more than once, with a raging boner, after seeing her
in her slip, or catching a peek at her panties. But she was very discrete about
the way she handled it. She revealed herself to me in subtle ways, never
overtly flashing me, or saying anything to me about these incidents. I looked
up her dress, and found myself gazing up the inside of her slip. As I looked up
higher, I had a spectacular view of the crotch of her panties. They were very
sheer white nylon panties with no reinforcement in the crotch panel. Standing
with one leg on either side of my head, her legs were spread plenty far enough
for me to clearly view her panties. Through the sheer material of the crotch, I
could make out the folds of her womanly flower. I had never actually seen a
woman’s sex parts before. The closest I had come was when I had a similar view
when I was under the sink the day before (see part 2). And just when I thought
the view couldn’t get any better, Aunt Mary knelt down to wipe off the table.
The soft nylon material of her slip surrounded my head, and her crotch was just
inches from my face. I had a beautiful close-up view of the crotch of her
panties, and the beautiful flower that was beneath it. I breathed in deeply and
smelled the flowery scent of her perfume. As she wiped the table, her slip
swished around my face. I was in heaven!
This lasted about a minute or so, before she stood back up and went to work on
other parts of the room. I continued to feign sleep, but if she happened to
steal a glance at my crotch, she would have seen a huge bulge in my pants that
would have indicated to her that I was awake and had taken pleasure in the view
she gave me.
Another example of the unselfconscious way Aunt Mary would expose herself to me,
was that she would leave the bathroom door opened several inches when she took a
shower. The first time I noticed this, I was walking down the hallway and
looked in the doorway when I heard the shower running. I couldn’t see her
through the shower curtain, but I devised a way to see her when she stepped out
of the shower. I waited until I heard her turn the water off, and listened for
the sound of her opening the curtain. Then I walked down the hallway, looking
into the doorway as I passed. My timing was perfect! She had opened the
curtain and was wiping the excess water off before she reached for her towel. I
stood stock still so as to not draw any attention to myself as I peeked at Aunt
Mary through the partly opened doorway. This was the first time I had seen a
woman naked other than my mother. And since I was related to Aunt Mary on my
father’s side, she looked nothing like my mother! My mother was a tall thin
woman with very small breasts and very little womanly shape. Aunt Mary, in
contrast, was voluptuous. Even her curves had curves! She had large full
breasts that hung down slightly on her chest. Dripping with water, her nipples
were very erect and her large dark areolas were crinkly and puckered. Her waist
tapered down to a nice size, and her full round hips finished the lower part of
her hourglass shape. As she leaned forward to wipe the excess water from her
legs, her breasts hung down and swayed back and forth with her motions. When
she turned and reached for her towel, she looked up and saw me. But she didn’t
cover herself immediately. She just stepped out of the shower, unfolded the
towel and wrapped it around her body. I walked on down the hall.
When I walked back past the bathroom a couple of minutes later, Aunt Mary called
me in. It was then that she told me that she was sorry about the bathroom door
being opened, but that she liked to leave the door cracked so it didn’t get all
steamy in there. I told her I was sorry that I was looking in the door. And
she said that it wasn’t my fault since she had left it opened. Then she
continued to say that the human body is nothing to be ashamed of, and she
understood how a boy of my age would be curious about seeing a woman’s body.
She was still wearing just her bath towel, wrapped around her body. It covered
her breasts, and came down just below her hips. As she spoke to me, she sat
down halfway on the bathroom counter, with one leg up and the other reaching
toward the floor. Her legs parted, and she gave me a very clear look up her
towel. I saw her pussy lips which were slightly parted, and saw a bit of her
neatly trimmed pubic hair above. She was looking in the mirror, doing something
with a Q-tip as she talked to me. It gave me plenty of time to gawk at her
beautiful exposed crotch. She kept talking. I don’t really remember what she
was saying. But I think it was more about the naked body being natural… the way
you are born… etcetera.
Then she stepped down from the counter and opened the cabinet beneath. When she
bent over to look in the cabinet, she turned away from me and bent at the waist,
exposing the bottom of her naked buttocks and a bit of her pink womanhood
peeking between her thighs. She moved things around in the cabinet, obviously
looking for something. Then she asked if I had seen her lotion. I told her I
hadn’t. Then I saw an opportunity. “Let me see if I can find it,” I told her
as I knelt down behind her. My face was level with her buttocks, which she kept
turned toward me as I knelt behind her. I pretended to be looking through the
bottles and tubes under the cabinet, as I gazed at her body just inches from my
face. I was close enough to see her puckered asshole. I thought I was going to
die! I was examining her pussy and her asshole up close. Then Aunt Mary found
the lotion she was looking for and stood back up.
“Here it is,” she said as she turned toward me. I was standing again. We were
very close together in the cramped quarters of her bathroom. I’m sure she
noticed the erection poking down the leg of my pants. “So about what I was
saying about the human body…” she continued. “…Did you feel uncomfortable about
seeing me naked when I got out of the shower?”
I didn’t quite know how to answer. “I… uh… well… no. Not really.” And as I
said that, she unwrapped the towel from around her body and let it drop to the
floor.
“That’s good,” she said, completely naked now. She flipped the top on the
lotion bottle and shook and squeezed the lotion into her hand. As she shook the
bottle, her large breasts jiggled violently. I couldn’t believe what she was
allowing me to see. “Some people are ashamed or embarrassed about their bodies
or about seeing others,” she continued. As she said this, she began rubbing the
lotion all over her big breasts, squeezing and massaging them as she worked the
lotion into her skin. “But it is actually more natural to be naked than it is
to be dressed.”
She handed me the bottle and turned away from me. “Will you put some on my
back?” she asked. I put some lotion in my hands and began rubbing it into her
shoulders and upper back. “A little bit lower,” she said. So I put some more
lotion in my hands and rubbed it into the middle and lower part of her back.
Her skin was so soft. And I couldn’t take my eyes off of her ass. She had a
beautiful round ass, with the smoothest looking skin. She had no dimples on her
butt, but it was ample and womanly. “A little bit lower,” she said as I worked
on the area just above her butt. So I took a little more lotion and began
working it into the upper part of her buttocks. “That’s it,” she said. “A
little bit lower.” So I worked my hands down to the fullness of her buttocks.
"Can you massage it in real good?” she asked. “I’m a little bit sore.”
I couldn’t believe she was asking me to do this! But I knelt on the floor
behind her and began grabbing and massaging her butt cheeks. As I squeezed
them, she moaned a little and said “Yes. That’s it.” So I continued. As I
grabbed and massaged her buttocks, I let me thumbs get very close to the
cleavage of her butt, and pulled her cheeks apart slightly. “Mmmm. That feels
good,” she said as she leaned over, bracing her hands on top of the counter.
Now I was kneading and squeezing her ass, pulling her cheeks apart, and looking
at her butthole as I did it. My thumbs sunk into the cleavage of her ass as I
squeezed and massaged. And when I grabbed a big handful of her ass in each
hand, I pulled her cheeks apart as far as I could, getting another close look at
her freshly cleaned, puckered butthole. I held her ass apart this time as I
squeezed and massaged it.
Then suddenly she straightened up and stopped me and said, “Thank you, Honey.
That’s good.” I stood up, looking at her. It was difficult for me to stand
straight up with my erection pointing down the leg of my pants, so I was
partially bent over to take some of the pressure off. Her big soft breast were
right in front of my face. She reached down to pick up her towel, and her face
came inches from the throbbing bulge in my pants. Then she stood back up with
the towel in her hand and squeezed past me through the doorway. Her big dark
nipples looked painfully erect, and they brushed against my chest as she moved
past me. I stuck my head out the doorway and watched her ass sway from side to
side as she walked down the hallway and into her bedroom.
As soon as she was gone, I closed the bathroom door, and looked in her hamper.
Lying right on top, were the clothes she had taken off before her shower,
including a white half slip and a white pair of full-cut brief panties. I
stripped out of my clothes and stepped into Aunt Mary’s big nylon panties. When
I pulled them up, there was plenty of room for my jutting erection. I then
stepped into Aunt Mary’s half-slip and pulled it up over the panties. The
feeling of the slip rubbing against the panties was incredible! I pictured
myself grabbing Aunt Mary’s ass and pulling it apart, looking at her asshole… I
stroked my penis through the two layers of her lingerie as I recalled the
preceding moments… And I exploded, pumping huge quantities of my teenage juices
into her panties. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me as I emptied
myself into her big soft panties.
I stood leaning against the sink, recovering from my orgasm, when Aunt Mary
knocked on the door. “Just a minute!” I called to her as I quickly stripped out
of her lingerie and stuffed her slip and her cum-soaked panties back into her
hamper. I pulled my clothes back on as quickly as I could and flushed the
toilet so she would think I had been using it. Then I opened the door.
“I just wanted to grab the hamper,” she said. “I’m doing a load of laundry. Do
you have anything you want washed?”
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