My Neighbor Greg

panties on the lineIt was a beautiful spring weekend and I had it to myself.  My wife Lori was away on business for the week and not due back for another five days.  For me that meant plenty of time to enjoy my own space and to entertain my particular hobby.

I found that I loved wearing women’s panties many years before I met Lori.  Lori knew that I had a thing for her panties, but she didn’t know that I liked to actually wear them and she certainly didn’t know about my collection of panties and lingerie that I kept hidden in a box under the bed.  I tended to keep it to myself, waiting for the chance to be alone now and then to dress in my tight, skimpy lingerie.

Today I was going to do the wash.  Since it was such a beautiful day I decided to hang it outside to dry.  It was hot, but there was a nice breeze blowing, even though our back yard was pretty sheltered.

As I hung the clothes I thought about what I would do that evening.  I decided I was going to put on my skimpiest babydoll nightie and cruise some of my favorite internet sites.  I began to feel turned on and suddenly the thought of taking off the tracksuit pants I was wearing flashed across my mind.  I glanced around the yard nervously.  The fences surrounding our yard were all fairly high, and there wasn’t any obvious points where neighbors could see in.

“What they heck?” I though.  “Why not?”

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my pants and pulled them down to my ankles, exposing the pink panties I was wearing to the world.  The feeling of the cool breeze blowing against my silky ass caused my cock to press against the front of the panties, and with a sense of thrill I pulled my pants completely down and stepped out of them.  Standing up I glanced around nervously again, and then continued to peg the clothes.

I worked my way down the line barefoot, enjoying the feeling of the grass on my feel and the freedom and being in my backyard in just a pair of panties and a t-shirt.  When I came to the end I hung up the last towel and then bent down to pick up the empty washing basket.  It was at that exact moment, with me bent over, my panties to the air, that I heard a voice.

“Hey Andy . . . OH!”

I spun around in shock.  Right behind me, looking over the fence, was my neighbor Greg.

I didn’t know Greg at all beyond exchanging and occasional hello.  He had moved in a few months before and although our back fence was shared, it was high enough that you had to stand on something to see over.  He seemed a solitary sort of person, and I had not made any effort to get to know him.  This was not exactly a great way to start the process!

I went bright red and quickly thrust the washing basket in front of my groin to try to hide the view.  He stared at me with his mouth open as I scrabbled for my tracksuit pants.  I grabbed them and rushed to the back door.  Scrambling inside I banged the door shut behind me and stood against the wall, my heart thumping in panic.

What on earth could I say!  My neighbor had just caught me hanging my laundry wearing a pair panties!  I would simply have to avoid ever talking to him again.  Any sense of excitement or eroticism had certainly gone out of the moment for me, and I went quietly to my room.  I took my panties of and tucked them away, all the time feeling a vague nervousness as if someone was watching me.

After a little while I snuck carefully to the window and looked outside.  To my relief, Greg was gone.

I went to bed that night hoping to wake up and find it had all been a nightmare, but unfortunately that wasn’t the case. My nightmare was just about to begin.

* * * * *

The next afternoon, as I was washing dishes, the doorbell rang.  My heart stopped.  I was not expecting anyone . . . who could it be?

I checked the monitor and sure enough, it was Greg.  I didn’t know what to do.  It was obvious I was home given that car was there and the garage door and windows were open.  But I didn’t think that I could face a conversation with him.  I stood there indecisive, and the doorbell rang again.  Greg’s face in the monitor seemed neutral to me.  Perhaps he’d come to apologize for peering over the fence?

I could not just hide there in the kitchen so I swallowed hard and went to open the door.

“Hi”, I said, giving a weak smile as I opened the door.

“Oh . . .  Hi Andy.  I’m Gary.  Your neighbor from over the back?”

“Yeah I know,” I said.  Then, after an awkward pause, “Uh – come on in”.

I held open the door and Greg came inside.

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Living With Uncle Lee

Living With Uncle Lee Book of ImageI just released my new book, Living With Uncle Lee! I am so excited! I think it is one of my best works so far. Here is the description:

“After losing his parents at a young age, Jason was raised by his loving grandmother. But when her health deteriorates and she has to go to a nursing home, Jason is forced to go and live with his “Uncle” Lee. When Uncle Lee catches him doing his homework wearing a pink teddy and matching panties, Jason’s life takes a turn for the perverse as he is forced to become “niece” Brittney and submit to his uncle’s lustful desires.”

The book is 9 chapters long and over 25,700 words.  I published it at smashwords.com and it is available for download in virtually any format you need for your Kindle, iPad, iPhone, Nook, computer, or whatever!  If you go to smashwords you can sample the first 30% of the book for free

I have created a separate page for the book here that has several excerpts from the book that are only available here at iwearpanties.net.  If you like the Tony’s Bitch series you will LOVE Living with Uncle Lee!

I’m really excited about it.  I think its a really good book and I would love it if you would all check it out.  And if you decide to purchase a copy I would REALLY, REALLY appreciate it if you would give it a review on smashwords.

Which Story to Work on Next?

Now that I am finishing up my first book I am trying decide which story to focus on next.  I want to either finish writing the Tony’s Bitch series or the Robbie’s Roommates series.  Writing the stories take a lot of time and energy, so I want to just focus on one and get the whole thing written, and then go back and finish the other one.

I would like to know from you guys which series you like best and which one you would prefer me to finish writing first.  I would really appreciate it if you would please take a second to vote and/or leave a comment and let me know which of these two series your would like to see me work on next:

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My Girlfriend Kim

Blac Skirt and Pink TopI woke up in the middle of the day and smiled.  My girlfriend had gone to work a few hours earlier and had told me the night before that she was in the mood to “play.”

We had an average, everyday life, and for the most part we were the typical couple.  But I had some very special kinks, and I was one of the fortunate few guys whose girlfriend was willing to indulge me.  For the most part our sex life was relatively normally, but every once in awhile my girlfriend would tell me that she was in the mood to play, and when that happened, it meant that she was wanting to play with me in just the way I liked.

I had the day off so I had all afternoon to get ready for our night of fun.  Around 3:00 I started going through my “play clothes” to dress for her arrival.  I choose a pair of thin white bikini panties,  a short black pleated skirt, and a pink and went to get on with my day while waiting for her to come home.

A little while later, I could hear her coming through the front door.  I went to meet her and immediately assumed my role for the next few hours.  You see I’m usually the dominant one in the relationship, but today my girlfriend was going to take over and I would be totally passive.  So here I stood in the hallway, my arms around her neck kissing her with her hands casually falling to my ass.

I went to get Kim a glass of wine as she sat on the couch and and kicked off her shoes.  I brought her the drink and sat next to her, intertwining our legs together.  She leaned over and kissed me, her tongue pushing its way past my lips.  I held on to her eagerly, kissing her back.  She took my hand and placed it on her leg.  Guiding it up her thigh, she moved it up to her crotch where I could feel a large lump in her pants.

Letting go of my hand she, she moved hand to my thigh and began running it up under my skirt, teasing my ass and playing with my panties.  Feeling that she had made my cock rock hard, she removed her hand and reached up and pulled off her shirt.  She pulled my head to her.  I kissed her neck and down to her chest.  I moved her bra to the side and took her nipple into my mouth, gently sucking it.  She moaned and I bit down gently.  She had one hand on my head, grasping my hair and holding me in place, the other was caressing my ass.

“Open my pants sweetie,” she whispered in my ear “I have a surprise for you.”

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Tony’s Bitch – Chapter 3

For the next several days I was forced to go over to Tony’s house almost every night.  He made me give him my cell phone number and almost every evening I could expect a text from him ordering me to come over.

On some nights Tony was content with a quick blowjob.  I quickly learned how take his cock all the way into my mouth without gagging and I was soon capable of getting him off within just a few minutes.  The worst part of those nights was that he always made me swallow his cum.  Although I could tolerate the bitter, salty taste, I never got used to the feeling of its warm, thick consistency in my mouth.

On other nights, Tony would take his time with me.  He would sit on his couch and make me kneel between legs so I could suck his cock until he was just about ready to cum.  At the last second he would grab my head and pull his cock out of my mouth.  After a brief pause he would guide my head back into his lap and make me resume my humiliating task.  Sometimes this went on for hours, and I often developed a sore jaw and cramped legs.  These nights almost always ended with him turning me around and fucking me.

Regardless of whether I was summoned for a quick blowjob or for a long, protracted evening with him, each time Tony made me put on a sexy outfit from my sister’s closet before coming over to his house.

One afternoon I was on my computer when I heard the signal from my cell phone indicating that Tony was sending me a text message.  Before the ringtone stopped I had the phone in my hand and was pulling up the text.  I had learned the hard way not to delay when Tony rang.  One evening I was in the shower and did not hear Tony’s text come in.  Half an hour later he called me.  He was furious and demanded to know why I had not responded to his message.  I tried to explain that I was in the shower and did not hear my phone, but he did not care.  He told me that to teach me how serious he was he was going to send some of the pictures he had to my friends.  Before I could respond he hung up on me.  I tried to call him back but he would not answer his phone.  Frantic, I ran across the street and pounded on his door.  When he finally answered I was almost in tears.  I begged him not to send the pictures to my friends, and I promised that it would never happen again.  He told me that it better not, because if it did, he would send the pictures to my friends and he would put them up all over the internet.

Since that night, whenever I heard the special ringtone indicating that Tony sent me a text me I instinctively raced for my phone.  I had become like Pavolv’s dog, only my reaction was born of fear rather than hunger.

I looked down at my phone, surprised that Tony was texting me in the afternoon.

“Come over,” it said. “I have something for you.”

*****

When I walked into Tony’s house five minutes later I found him sitting on the sofa watching football.   Hearing me come through the front door he reached his arm up above his head and held a beer can above his head; his signal to me that it was empty and I should get him a new one.

I closed the door behind me and wordlessly walked over to him.  Taking the empty beer can from his hand, I went into the kitchen to get him a new one.   As I returned and handed him the fresh beer he looked up at me.

“I got something for you,” he said with a grin.  “It’s in the bedroom.  Go take a look.”

I hesitated for a second and then went to see what Tony had waiting for me in the back room.

I saw it as soon as I walked in the room and immediately knew what it was.  There, laying on the bed, was a black and white French maid uniform.

Walking over to the bed I picked it up and held it in front of me.  It was the quintessential “sexy maid” outfit, made with black satin material and trimmed in white lace.  The plunging neckline and short skirt made it clear that this garment was made for sex, not cleaning houses.

I looked down at the bed and saw that the uniform came complete with a head piece, black stockings, and a pair of very skimpy white panties.

Knowing that I did not have a choice in the matter, and that Tony would get angry if I took too long to get changed I began putting on the outfit.

As I slipped the black uniform over my head and slid my arms into the short sleeves I could not help but notice the sensuous feel of the satin material against my skin.  I tugged at the hem of the skirt, pulling the outfit into place.

I pulled the panties on and adjusted them under my skirt. Sitting down on the bed I reached over, took one of the black nylon stockings and slid it up my leg.  The elastic snapped into place over my calf and gave my leg a little shake to make sure that it would stay up.  Satisfied that it would I put on the other stocking and stood up.

The hem of the dress was far too short and did not quite cover my ass not matter how hard I tried to adjust it.

Giving up I looked down at the bed at the head piece.  Did he seriously expect me to wear that?  Wasn’t the uniform alone humiliating enough?

After considering it for a moment I decided that I had better put it on.  Tony did not put up with me questioning him, and the fact that he had included the accessories was a clear indication that he expected me to wear them.

I had just finished putting on the head piece when Tony called for me from the living room.

“What’s taking you so long in there?”

Knowing that keeping Tony waiting was not a good idea, I quickly made a few adjustments to my uniform and then headed into the living room.

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Convenience Store

I walked into the little convenience store feeling like my bladder was going to burst.  I had decided to stay off of the highway and take the less traveled, more scenic route.  As a result, I had been driving for almost three hours and this was the first place I came across where I could stop.

As I walked into the store the cashier poked his head up from behind the counter.  He was an older man who looked a little rough around the edges. He had a big belly sticking out of the bottom of his shirt and he reminded me a little of my grandfather.

“Do you have a bathroom?” I asked him, bouncing a little on my toes.

“It’s back around here,” he answered, gesturing behind him.

There was a little aisle between the counter and the shelves.  I walked through it and around behind the counter.

“Where is it?” I asked politely.

“That door right behind you is the bathroom,” he said and pointed to a small door marked “Private”.

I scampered in quickly and closed the door.  There was no urinal so I stepped up to the toilet and began fumbling with my zipper, desperate to pee.  I was having trouble with the button on my shorts and by the time I got it undone I was hopping from foot to foot, sure I was going to wet myself.  In my haste to relieve myself I simply let my shorts fall to the floor, and then almost ripped the pink panties I was wearing as I struggled to free myself from them.  I was just in time as I felt relief immediately as my bladder emptied.

After what seemed like several minutes of steady peeing, I finally finished.  Breathing a sigh of relief I put my panties back into place and reached down to pull my shorts up.  I stepped over to the sink, washed my hands, and tried to pull myself back together.  That was a close one!

When I opened the bathroom door and stepped back out I found the cashier leaning on the counter, waiting for me.  He was smiling.

“Feel better?” he asked.

“Yes, thank you,” I replied gratefully.

“Those were some pretty panties you’re wearing,” he said, looking me straight in the eye.

I froze.  What did  he say?

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Robbie’s Roommates – Chapter 1

“I think Robbie has been stealing my panties.”

Heather coughed and almost choked on the Coke she was drinking. Ashley grinned across the table at her roommate and took a bight of her hamburger.

Still coughing, Heather wiped her mouth with her napkin and tried to recover her composure.

“What?” she asked in shock.

“I think Robbie has been stealing my panties,” Ashley repeated, smiling as she chewed.

Heather cocked an eyebrow and looked at Ashley skeptically. Her friend was one of those people who just loved to stir things up, and Heather had long since learned not to take her stories at face value. To be fair, Ashley never had malicious intent. She just had one of those tenacious personalities that seemed to ensure that whenever there was drama, she was involved in it.

“What do you mean?” Heather finally asked. “What makes you think Robbie is stealing you panties?”

Ashley leaned in close across the table, as if sharing a secret. “Because a pair was missing from my laundry the other day.”

Ashley sat back up and took a sip of her drink, allowing for a dramatic pause before continuing.

“Remember the other night when we were all at The Cellar and the Sig Kap guys started pouring pitchers of beer all over everyone?”

Heather nodded her head. How could she forget? It was one of the wildest events in recent member, and resulted in several members of the Sig Kap fraternity earning a lifetime ban from one of the students’ favorite local bars.

“Well I was drenched, and when I got home that night I took off of my clothes and put them straight into the washing machine with a bunch of other dirty clothes. The next morning I took everything out of the washer and put them dryer right before I went to class. When I got home my laundry was in my basket and Rob’s clothes were in the dryer.”

Heather took a bite of her burger and waited for Ashley to continue.

“I didn’t think anything of it but when I was in my room folding my clothes I noticed that my underwear from the night before was missing.”

Ashley paused and then took another bite.

“So!” Heather said, laughing as she took another drink of her Coke. “That doesn’t mean Rob took them. Maybe you just dropped them or something. I lose socks in the dryer all the time.”

Heather couldn’t believe that that Ashley thought their roommate, Rob, would have taken her underwear. The three of them had been sharing a rental house since the beginning of last summer, and in the six months since they had been rooming together, Robbie had never done anything that would make her suspect that he had a pervy side.

“But that’s not all.” Ashley continued. “After I folded my clothes I had to go meet with my advisor and I didn’t have time to put them away so I just left them sitting on my bed. After my meeting Justin and I went out to eat with Scott and his new girlfriend, and I ended up spending the night over at Justin’s.”

Ashley paused again for dramatic effect.

“And . .” asked Heather impatiently.

“And . . . when I came home the next day and went to put my clothes away, my panties were back in my drawer.”

Heather looked at Ashley, trying to determine whether she was pulling her leg.

“So you think Rob took them?” she finally asked, still skeptical.

“He MUST have! Who else could have done it? You didn’t, did you?”

No, Heather hadn’t done it, that was for sure. But Rob!?!? Heather grinned. The thought of their roommate pilfering Ashley’s panties was just too funny.

“What do you think he did with them?” Heather asked.

“I don’t know,” Ashley responded, dipping a French fry her fries in some ketchup. “Probably jacking off with them.”

The girls laughed together. Neither of them was squeamish, and they often joked openly about sex. In fact, one of their favorite things to do was to embarrass Rob by engaging in crude, sexual talk in front of him.

“Or maybe he was wearing them,” Heather added.

Ashley laughed, “Maybe!” Rob was on the small side and if any guy could fit into her panties, he could.

“Are you going to throw them away?” Heather asked.

“Heck no!” Ashley replied in mock surprise. “They’re my favorite pair!”

At that, both girls broke out into a fit of laughter.

* * * * *

Two days later Heather was coming from class when she saw what appeared to be a person lurking in the bushes at the side of the rental house that she, Ashley, and Rob shared. Puzzled, she veered off the walkway and went over to investigate.

As she approached the side yard she saw a person standing next to the house, peering through the bushes that stood in front of Rob’s basement bedroom window. She was getting ready to tell whoever it was to get lost when she realized it was Ashley.

“What are you doing?” Heather called out as she walked toward her roommate. Startled, Ashley jumped and spun around. Seeing Heather walking toward her she raised her finger up to her lips and loudly whispered

“Shhhhhhh!”.

Heather stopped, looked at Ashley, and raised both of her arms as if to say, “What?” Ashley responded by frantically motioning for Heather to come join her.

“Come here!” she called in a not-so-quiet whisper. “You HAVE to see this!”

“I thought you had class,” Heather said as she resumed walking toward Ashley.

“Shhhhhh!” Ashley whispered again. “It was cancelled.”

Ashley was grinning from ear to ear and had an eager, excited look on her face.

“Come here but be quiet. You have to see this!”

When she reached Ashley, her roommate reached out, grabbed her shoulder, and broke out into a fit of laughter.

“Oh my GOD Heather! You HAVE to see this!”

“What?” Heather asked, scowling at Ashley. She was getting annoyed. What could be so funny that it made Ashley lose control like this?

Ashley put her hand in front of her mouth to try to stifle her laughter as she turned Heather’s shoulder so she was facing the window in front of them.

Heather peered over the bushes and found herself looking down into Rob’s basement bedroom. The venetian blinds covering the window were lowered, but they were tilted open so Heather could see clearly into Rob’s room.

Heather turned and looked at Ashley, confused. “What?”

“Just watch,” Ashley said, nodding at the window. Heather turned back toward the window and looked in. She watched the empty room for about a minute but nothing happened. She was starting to get really annoyed with Ashley and was just about to ask her what the heck was going on when Rob walked into the room wearing the sluttiest pair of black lace lingerie she had ever seen!

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Clean Underwear

“Crap” I thought to myself angrily as searched through the dresser drawer.    I did not have any clean underwear.  I dug through the mound of socks until I reached the bottom of the drawer.  Nothing.  Not one single pair.

I stood up, closed the drawer, and looked over at the clock on the nightstand.  It was almost noon and Brian would be here any minute.

Cathy and I had bought the old fixer-upper several months ago and all of the hard work he had put into it was starting to pay off.  We finished installing the hardwood floor last weekend and today my friend, Brian, was coming over to help me put in new baseboard trim.  I had been laying around all morning watching television and waited until the last minute to take a shower and get dressed.  Now I was standing in the middle of the bedroom wearing only a towel and trying to find some clean underwear.

I glanced across the room and noticed a laundry basket full of clean clothes on the floor next to the bed.  I went over to investigate and grew hopeful when I saw several pairs of Cathy’s panties, socks, and bras on top on the neatly folded clothes.  My hopes were quickly dashed, however, as I dug through the basket and did not find a single pair of clean underwear for myself.

“It figures” I muttered as I stood up.  Since I never did the laundry I had no right to be mad, but I was still annoyed.  Why would she wash her underwear without washing any of mine?

I looked over at the clock again.  Shit – what was I going to do?

I glanced back down at the laundry basket.  A pair of Cathy’s pink panties was laying on top and a crazy thought quickly flashed through my mind.

No.  I couldn’t.

I stared at the basket.

But then again . . .

I looked at the pink panties.

Why not? I mean, what choice did I have.  It was either that or go commando.

I stood there for a few more seconds, staring at the laundry basket, and finally gave in.

Reaching down I tentatively picked up the pair of panties on top and held them out in front of me.  They were made of pink nylon and had lace trim around the legs and waistband.  With me being only five foot seven and weighing one hundred and fifty pounds, my frame was only slightly larger than Cathy’s, and they looked like they would probably fit me.  I glanced back down to the basket to see if there were any pairs that were less feminine, but they were all pretty girly looking.

I glanced over at the clock one last time.  Brian would be here any second and I needed to get dressed.

Unhooking my towel I let it drop to the floor.  I reached down and stepped into the panties and slid them up my legs and into place.  They were snug and hugged my crotch and ass tightly.  The feeling of the nylon against my skin sent a charge through me and I felt my cock responding.  I reached down and touched my cock through the thin material and it hardened even more.

Just then the doorbell rang.  I jumped and my hand sprung away from my crotch.  My face flushed and a brief wave of panic washed through me.  Brian would not come in uninvited, but I felt like I had just been caught.  I quickly crossed over to my dresser, grabbed a pair of jeans, and slid them up over my panties.  Throwing on a t-shirt I rushed downstairs to answer the door.

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Tony’s Bitch – Chapter 2

When I woke up the next morning memories of what had happened the night before immediately flooded my mind.  For a second I tried to convince myself that it had only been a dream, but I knew better and immediately I felt a sinking sensation in my stomach that would stay with me the rest of the morning.

I tried to keep myself busy to take my mind off of what had happened, but nothing helped.  Tony had pictures of me sunbathing in my sister’s bikini and he had used them to blackmail me into sucking his cock.  I thought that maybe if I did what he said he would give me the pictures back, but he didn’t.  Now, memories of what had occurred the night before pervaded my mind.

I avoided my computer all day because I was afraid of what new horrors might be waiting for me.   But before I left Tony’s house last night he had told me to come back the next evening at 6:00.  I was not sure if he was serious or not and it seemed that the only way to find out would be check my email.

After lunch I could not stand to wait any longer.  I held my breath as my computer booted up.  Maybe he was just kidding about coming back tonight.  Maybe now that he got what he wanted he would destroy the pictures and leave me alone.  I kept trying to convince myself that there was hope but deep down I didn’t really believe it.

I logged onto my email account and there, in my Inbox, was a message from Tony.

I sat in front of the computer staring at the screen, too scared to open the email.  Drawing in a deep breath I moved the computer pointer, clicked on the message, and tried to prepare myself for whatever it contained.

“Good morning Danny.  Did you have fun last night?  I know I did!  Who knew you were such a little slut? If I would have known what a good cock sucker your were I would have come over and caught you in your sister’s bikini a long time ago!  I think you better come over again tonight so we can talk about those pictures.  Be here at 6:00 sharp.  And wear something sexy!  And just in case you might be thinking about not coming, you should take a look at the video attached to this email.  It will make you think twice.  See you tonight sexy!”

My heart dropped as I noticed the file attached to the email.  What was this going to be?

Reluctantly I opened the file attached to the email.  The video player on my computer opened up and a few seconds later I found myself watching a video of me sucking Tony’s cock.  He had hidden the camera on a shelf behind him and positioned it so that it looked down over his shoulder.  As a result, his head and face could not be seen in the video, but the camera caught me almost square on.  I watched in horror as the video showed me strip out of my clothes and then stand there in from of Tony in my sister’s pink bikini.  Staring at the screen I was forced to relive the events of the night before as I watched myself kneel down in front of Tony and take his dick in my mouth.   I grimaced as I watched him fuck my face and winced at the sounds of my gagging as he forced his cock into my throat.  Finally I had to turn it off.

Now he had pictures of me in a bikini sucking his cock.  I was totally screwed!

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Tony’s Bitch – Chapter 1

It all started the week of spring break.  In a strange twist of fate, it was my parent who were going to Florida on vacation and I who was going to stay home and try to get some work done.

I was in my second semester at the local community college and the still trying to decide what I wanted to do with the rest of my life.  While I told everyone that I was still living with my parents in order to save money for school, the fact of the matter was that my parents’ house was pretty sweet, and there was no way I could afford to live this well on my own.  The thought of them going out of town and me having the house to myself for an entire week made me almost giddy.

The first thing I did after my parents left was raid my older sister, Sarah’s closet. You see, I had long ago discovered that I had a thing for girls clothes, and whenever I had the chance I snuck into her room and tried on her things.  Sarah was three years older than me and attending the state college over four hours away.  Although she had taken most of her things with her, Sarah was a clothes fiend and what she left behind was enough to keep my more than happy.

On the day after my parents left the weather was warm and sunny, and I decided to spend the afternoon lounging around the pool.  There is a large privacy fence around our yard so I decided to wear one of Sarah’s swimsuits.  There was something about women’s skimpy bikinis and drove me crazy.

Sarah had left several of her swimsuits behind it took me awhile before I finally decided on a skimpy, pink bikini with little white hearts all over it.  I slid the suit on, luxuriating in the feel of the fabric hugging my crotch and chest.  I loved the way the suit looked and felt looked, and it took all of my self control not to pleasure myself right then and there.

Instead, I checked my reflection in the mirror, grabbed a towel and drink out of the kitchen and headed out to the pool.  I turned on the stereo, covered myself in tanning lotion, and laid myself on my favorite pool floats, and prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon floating around the pool enjoying the sun.

*  *  *  *  *

I had been floating in the pool for about an hour when it happened.  My eyes were closed and I was half sleep when the sound of a man clearing his throat ripped me awake.  My eyes flew open and I almost fell off my float as I jumped up in high alert.  Slightly disoriented it took me a moment to gather my bearings, but as soon as I did I say him.  There, standing at the side of the pool staring out at me was our neighbor, Tony.

A felt a wave of horror wash over me followed by a sudden flood panic.  My mind raced, trying to figure out what to do, but I couldn’t think straight.  I was stuck in the middle of the pool with nowhere to hide.

A thousand thoughts flooded my mind all at once.  What is he doing here and how did he get into our back yard without me hearing him?  How long had he been standing there watching me and what must he be thinking?!?!

I tried to think of something to say – some kind of plausible explanation as to why I was floating in the middle of my parent’s pool in my sister’s bikini, but my mind had gone blank and I couldn’t come up with anything.  There was only word to accurately describe my situation.  BUSTED!

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