It started out to be the perfect Saturday. I had planned to wash and wax the car then head over to the local watering hole to watch the big game on their giant screen TV. Things didn't quite work out as I planned although I certainly didn't have any complaints about the outcome.
Shortly after I got up it started to pour. Now I didn't mind that I didn't have to do the car, but the bar wasn't going to open for another two hours. "Oh well," I thought, "guess I'll just get dressed and see what's on TV.
"Crap," I muttered to myself upon opening the top drawer in my dresser. "Out of underwear again, I guess I have no choice now but to wash clothes." I absolutely hated to do my wash. I had to share the only washer and dryer with the other residents of my building. That meant lugging my clothes all the way from my second floor apartment down to the basement, then back up again. It seemed like half the time I went down there would be someone else in the middle of doing their wash. Then I'd have to decide whether to wait around for them to finish or just put it off for a day or two. Sometimes I'd go back down several times to check on the other resident's wash only to find that they obviously had started it then left the building for some reason, thereby tying up the machine for what seemed like an entire day.
"Oh well," I said, "better get going." I grabbed my first hamper of clothes and a handful of quarters and headed down to the basement. I was thinking about how I could manage to go longer without washing. Underwear had always been my Achilles heel when it came to washing. I thought when I went from seven pairs of underwear to fourteen I'd be satisfied. But now even fourteen didn't satisfy me.
I couldn't help but think of one of my college roommates, Timmy Webb. I thought, "I wonder if 'Hash-Mark' is still up to his old tricks." He hated to wash even more than I did. His solution doubled the number of days he could hold out, and it didn't cost him a red cent. He'd wear his underwear one day the regular way, and then turn them inside out the next day. And remember, back in those days everyone wore white cotton briefs so you can imagine the sight of him walking around the dorm in his underwear. Timmy was very proud of his nickname.
I got my first load of clothes going then went back upstairs to watch some TV. Flipping through the 524 channels on my new satellite dish, it was hard to believe I couldn't find anything I wanted to watch. I decided to dig up some of my titty mags from my younger days. It had been a long time since I had gazed at the retro beauties!
Memories came rushing back fast though, as I turned each page. I had bought tons of magazines that were devoted to big breasted babes. That was one of my downfalls. I was addicted to big tits! Most of the women I'd dated were a lot of fun and some were real knockouts, but they all had at best average breasts, not like the big breasted babes in my fantasies.
I spread the mags out on the coffee table and was starting to get really turned on, skimming the pages full of buxom babes. Fortunately I was wearing my baggy cotton gym shorts. I wore them to sleep in too because I could easily slide my hand up the leg and stroke my cock. I was in no hurry to spew so I leisurely grazed my finger along the bottom of my cock, then across the head and down the top. I would get myself real hard then back off. It was a great thrill to prolong my orgasm as long as I could.
Within minutes, I was turning pages with one hand while the other was gently stroking my cock. The rain was really pouring down now, with flashes of lightning filling the skies. It felt so great jacking off while I dreamt of waking up to a pair of huge tits hanging over my head.
I was pretty damn horny now so I decided to move on from titty mags and popped a fuck flick in the VCR and settled down on the coach for some fun. This one was about this guy interviewing an assortment of babes who would describe their sexual encounters to him in great detail. Of course, being a fuck flick, after a minute or so of the interview the scene would break away to show what she had been describing. It was cool because I could still hear the interview in progress and the action on the screen.
The first scene involved a secretary who was telling the interviewer about what a great job she had. Her boss had a small construction business and he would go out into the field for hours a day to check on the jobs in progress. She was normally alone in the office and was there primarily to answer the phone. Of course, being the hot babe she was, she took advantage of the opportunity to perform on a web cam for her boyfriend while on the phone with him.
I sat, watching her in her chair squeezing her clit while plunging three fingers deep inside her pussy. It was starting to get to me. While watching fuck flicks I would sometimes go for hours before finally spewing my hot, creamy cum in sync with some hot stud. I especially liked to wait for tit-fucking scenes and imagine myself there driving my cock in and out of her delicious cleavage until I was ready to pop. Finally I'd pull back from that heavenly cocoon, stroke my cock, and direct my huge pulsating pecker onto her heaving hooters. Blasting away, I shot a couple of loads onto one mound then took aim at the other. Back and forth, load after load, for minutes on end, until her huge tits were covered with an icy coating that reminded me of those delicious donuts I'd have as a kid after church on Sunday mornings.
Opening my eyes I saw that our secretary was caught wet handed by the unexpected return of her boss. His hands had a grip on her head as he thrust his huge cock in and out of her receptive mouth. "Mmm," I said, "looks like someone's going to get a mouthful of cum there."
Glancing up at the clock I realized that my first load of clothes was done. "Crap," I said out loud, "I was really getting into this fuck flick too." I hit the pause button and headed back to the basement, my hard cock causing my shorts to stick out like a circus tent.
I quickly scooted down to the basement, intent on putting the clothes into the dryer and getting another load going in the wash then back upstairs to pick up where I left off in the video. I got there, opened the dryer door, and, to my despair, it was full of clothes. "Oh well, not that many in here," I thought to myself, "I'll just fold them quickly then get back upstairs."
I soon saw that it was woman's clothing and, to my delight, found it to be full of underwear. I have to say, I've always had a thing for women's underwear. I think it was mostly the feel of it, and I especially loved the satin finish. Immediately a huge smile blossomed on my face as I thought of the new neighbor in the apartment below me. She was about my age and had just moved in about a month earlier. I'd only seen her couple of times and never close up. "Let's see what her underwear would tell me about her," I thought.
The dryer was mostly full of panties, lots of nice colors, black, red, green, pink, all very lovely and oh so smooth to the touch. I brought an especially silky to my face and gave it a whiff, then drug it over my face. What a nice feel they had!
Reaching inside the dryer again, I pulled out a bra which left no doubt that my neighbor indeed liked sexy lingerie. I lovingly fingered her silky bra with one hand while I held her panties under my nose with the other.
My cock twitched and I thought to myself, "What the fuck, go for it!" so I quickly dropped my shorts and wrapped her panties around my throbbing prick. As I raised her bra I noticed the tag inside, and yelled, "Yesssss, 36DD! Big tits!"
That was nearly enough to make me cum right there! I put her bra over my face and began stroking my cock with her panties. I totally loved the feel of the silky panties as I drug them up and down my cock. My cock grew harder and harder as I really got into it. Arching my hips, I knew it wouldn't be long. Just another couple of strokes and I would blow my load.
