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NIGHTY-WARE 

Part 7 (mF)

Prologue

It all started when mom had hosted a Nighty-Ware party for some friends and neighbors in my house.  Instead of plastic storage containers, lingerie of all kinds was sampled and purchased.  My first sexual experiences came as a result of delivering these purchases to our neighbors.  Since then, I've had more experiences, heightening and strengthening my attention and desire for sex.

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One day my parents announced that they were taking a trip out of town together.  My dad travelled frequently, and this time they decided the destination afforded them a "get away" opportunity they couldn't pass up.  I lobbied to take care of myself for the 7 days, imagining inviting the neighbor ladies over to look in on me, and for me to check them out in return. My parents were scared about becoming one of those "Home Alone" cases.  We came to a compromise.  One of my aunts on my mother's side would stay at the house, but I'd be responsible for myself after school until she got off of work.  That was still time enough for some independent action, so I agreed, as if I had a choice.

They left on Sunday, before my aunt arrived.  I took the opportunity to get my rocks off before she showed up by spreading open my dad's Playboy magazines to the centerfolds all over the floor of my room.  I walked around examining the airbrushed beauties while stroking myself to a satisfying erection.  I didn't expect any visitors, and so I was shocked when the doorbell rang.  I closed the door to my room, hastily put on my jeans without underware, and went to the door to quickly dismiss whoever came calling.  

I changed my mind about sending whoever it was away when I opened the door.  It was Anna, the neighbor down the block, who told me my mom had mentioned their trip and asked her to look in on me.  I was delighted, and invited her in.  Anna was my first sexual encounter when I was delivering the Nighty-Ware, giving my first opportunity to eat out a woman.  Anna took off her coat, revealing a very plain patterned house dress that went down to her ankles.  This was the opposite of my visit to her house, where she wore a very short skirt under her apron that displayed a marvelously shapely set of legs.  Even when she crossed her legs, nothing was showing.  I was sorely disappointed.

Anna asked if I'd show her the house, since my mom told her about some changes she'd made since the Nighty-Ware party.  I walked her to the back of the house and showed her the kitchen, then the den, and finally we went upstairs where she poked her head into my parent's bedroom.  Then she asked to see my room.  I remembered the floor full of Playboys open to the playmate centerfolds and made some lame excuse. She reminded me that she had three children, and that she wondered what a young man's room was like.  Since my bedroom door is just across from my folks', she merely stepped past me, rubbing against me just a little, and opened the door to my room.  She looked down at the magazines on the floor, all opened to the centerfolds, and walked around examining each one with care.  

"Which one do you like the best?" she asked.  

I was surprised that she wasn't embarassed or flustered by what she had discovered.  I pointed lamely to Miss April, a tall, willowy blonde with nice tits.  This choice was not accidental.

Anna slowly pulled up her housedress, exposing her legs to her upper thighs but not showing any panty.  

"How do these compare?" she inquired, and I told her that her legs were even nicer than the models.  

She let go of the skirt, unbuttoned the front of her dress and pulled it open to show her tits, which were not encased in a bra. 

"And these?" she asked.  

Although Miss April's tits were rounder and fuller, Anna's were live and in person, so I paid them a high complment.  Anna let the housedress fall from her shoulders into a pile at her feet, and I took in the whole picture -- she was naked except for a pair of thin bikini briefs.  She told me that it was my turn, and I quickly threw off my t-shirt and pulled off my jeans, giving her a second look at my erect penis.

Anna moved back to my bed and invited me to join her.  We laid together kissing and stroking each other.  

"Its my turn," Anna announced and moved down to plant her mouth firmly on my joint.  She sucked with fervor, and my hips bucked up and down as I tried to fuck her throat.  Evidently she got very turned on, moved back up on the bed and slid her panties off.  She pulled me on top of her, guiding my rigid member into her moist cunt.  We moved back and forth slowly, and I tried to feel the friction but having three children had stretched her.  Her enthusiasm, however, made up for it.  She wrapped her long shapely legs around by waist and soon we were bucking and thrashing, giving the bed springs a real workout.  I tensed first, and her orgasm followed moments later.

She left my room and went down the hall to clean up.  I gathered up my dad's magazines, accidently leaving small droplets of sperm on some of the centerfold pages.  I just got them back into my folksą bedroom when the doorbell rang.  I threw on my jeans, with no time for a clean-up or t-shirt, and found my aunt at the door.  Anna was just leaving the bathroom, fully dressed thank goodness, and they introduced themselves without my help.  Anna left without another word.  My aunt seemed to notice the smell of sex that lingered from my recent episode by the way she wrinkled her nose as he passed my bedroom and the bathroom, but made no mention of it.

I wondered with anticipation how many of my mom's friends would be dropping by this week.

Continued in NIGHTY-WARE Part 8

An Original HM Tale

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