She hunched over me a few moments as I coughed and choked trying to clear my nose and throat of her soaking cum until she eventually collapsed on the bed next to me. Free at last to sit up I smeared the slick, acetous liquids away from my chapped mouth, sat watching and listening to her labored panting for a short while. Finally unzipping the fly of my shorts I was at last able to release my thoroughly rigid and ready erection.
"Oh fuck!" she exclaimed, "I've got to run or I'm going to be late!" Quickly she rolled off the bed, leaving me sitting on the saturated bed piqued and bewildered. Then hurriedly she stripped out of the sweaty yellow dress and stood naked over me, her slender nude body glistening faintly in the limited light making its way into the dank little room. "I'll have to leave you to it," she grinned, combed her fingers through a tangle of wild hair hanging in her face. "You know what to do," she laughed out loud, then quickly darted from the room, hastily bounded up the stairs.
That's the way it is with us--sometimes she takes advantage of me, other times she lets me take advantage of her. It's my turn, I'd guessed. Slowly I climbed off the squeaky old bed, stripped out of my pungent, wet shirt, dropped my shorts and briefs to the floor, pulled the wet bedding off the weary and worn mattress, gathered everything up to take to the laundry. "Obviously, it's my turn to clean up, too," I grumbled to myself. It's not that anyone would ever notice the stinking clothes and bedding; no one cared to enter the gloomy room in the dark corner of the basement, or rummage through the dirty laundry for clues of a scandal, but it was certainly prudent not to leave anything behind that might arouse suspicion.
Now I stood pathetically naked and alone in the bright, clean, and fresh little blue-gray laundry room holding our stinking, sweaty clothing, and the wet bedding--my formerly rigid and ready sex hanging thick and long but limp and drooling. "It's just as well she left me to jerk-off," I thought to myself, knowing I'd have come-off too quick if she'd fucked me anyway, and I suspected she knew it too. "It's better this way," I convinced myself, thankful I had the house to myself the whole afternoon to do whatever I pleased with myself.
Dropping the dirty laundry to the floor her soiled panties tumbled from the heap, their tainted cotton crotch exposed like an oozing, slippery-wet pussy. I couldn't resist picking them up to hold them to my face and inhale her pungent scent still saturating the moist cotton cloth that a short time ago had been snugly embracing her crotch's thick wet lips. I hadn't planned to jerk-off quite so soon, but as my cock began to stiffen again the thought of shooting a hot, sticky load of semen into the sullied crotch of her panties aroused me. But just as I wrapped the thin, silky material of her dirty panties around my now renewed erection, I noticed, neatly stacked on the folding table, an assortment of her clean panties among freshly laundered clothing. I dropped the dirty underwear to the pile on the floor as a more imaginative idea came to me.
Sifting through the stack of her freshly laundered underwear I chose the only bright-red pair available, thinking they were most appropriate for my plan. I held them up as if she were standing in front of me, her pubic mound concealed by the delicate red fabric except for little wisps of black, wiry, untamed hair protruding from under the elastic at the legs. Then I gently dropped them, as if pulling them down to expose her naked sex, held them to my face to feel their soft fabric against my cheek, inhaled their sweet, like-flowers-in-spring scent.
Now my erect cock protruded stiffly into the cool, sweet air of the room, gently leaping to the rhythm of my beating heart, the little slit in his swollen maroon head oozing precum in anticipation of what was to come next. I squeezed a dollop of the glistening clear liquid onto the panty's soft cotton crotch, leaving a little slimy wet spot in the otherwise spotless white fabric, then began gently stroking my now thoroughly ridged love tool.
It wasn't going to take long to reach orgasm in my present state of excitement, so cupping the panties in one hand I began pumping my hardon with the intent to bring myself to a swift climax with the other. Suddenly--almost unexpectedly--the much-anticipated blinding rush radiated from my engorged manhood, and one strong spasm after another shot thick spirts of sticky spunk into the waiting cotton crotch of her fresh, clean panties. Numbed and blinded I crumpled at the waist as wave after warm wave sloshed over me, slowly subsided, leaving my hands and feet tingling.
Amazingly almost none of the thick strands of sticky semen missed the clean white center of the underwear, was now pooled in thick globs saturating their soft cotton crotch. Gently, very carefully, I then folded the viscus goo into the center of the brilliant red satin fabric and cleverly concealed them in the middle of the stack of clean panties, predicting she would discover the tainted undies unexpectedly--my little love note to her--perhaps as early as tomorrow morning; or even better if she should decide to pick them out because she wanted to wear something especially sexy for the old man!
