Liam woke in the morning. He remembered the dream immediately and wondered if he had been thinking of Natasha, or of Izzy, or maybe it was neither of them. The woman was already fading from his memory, he could not define who she represented? He looked at his sheets. They were in a tangled mess, more so than normal. He expected there to be evidence of more than a little 'night-time emissions' too. But could find no evidence that he had had a wet dream, which considering the intensity of what he had dreamt, surprised him. He looked at the clock. It was already 09:00. He'd best have a shower and get ready for work.
Charlotte woke to the sounds of Liam in the kitchen below her room. She looked at her clock and was shocked that it was 10:20. She had laid in. Really unusual for her, but then she still felt very tired. She sat up and looked at the floor. By the bed was her small pyjama top. Her breasts pertly proud of their nakedness in the cool of the morning. Both her nipples ached and were tender to the touch, but were also very erect. She knew instantly that she was bereft of her panties too and looked about the floor for them. Not seeing them, she riffled through her dishevelled bed clothes. She did not find them there either, instead, she found a dried patch of what she could only assume was her juices, but it looked more like dried semen, she'd seen enough to know? It was a large patch, and was still a little damp in the middle. She gasped and stood up. Searching under her pillows and down the side of the bed for her knickers.
Suddenly Charlotte felt a trickle run down the inside of her thigh and looked between her legs as a large globule of semen followed the trickle. She put her fingers to her pussy and could feel more of the sex fluid dribble onto her fingers. She raised them up to look. She was convinced that what she was looking at, was semen. "Oh God. Oh my God!" She put her hand to her mouth, forgetting it was covered in her juices and the semen. Her lips tasting the mixture. She pulled it away quickly, but still instinctively ran her tongue over her lips. It was semen, she knew the taste. "What the...Liam? But it was a dream... My missing panties... He wouldn't have...would he?" She looked under the bed, hoping to find them and perhaps making a little more sense of things, but they were not there. Her vagina was telling her too, that she had taken something large inside of her. Her clit pulsed and ached. Her vagina felt a little sore and stretched. "It was a dream!" She said, trying to convince herself. "It was..." She walked to her shower in a daze, still leaking semen, which ran down her legs or dropped directly to the floor.
Liam could hear his mum in the shower, but could not wait to see her as he had to get to work. So, setting out some breakfast stuff for her, he left, leaving a little note. 'Thanks for last night. I guess we both needed it'. He was pleased that they had had their chat and cleared the air. That just left him with what to do with Izzy? He noticed that her car was outside the house and decided to take the bull by the horns, so he walked over to her house and knocked on the back door.
Izzy came to the door with toast and a cup of coffee in hand. When she saw that it was Liam, she broke into a broad smile, quickly opening the door to him. "Hey you, you have a key, so no need to knock."
"You asked me to knock. You said 'knock, just in case I am not decent', so I was, and you are. More than."
"I'm more than decent, am I? You flatterer you. Come in, come in. What would you like me to do for you?" She smiled that teasing smile of hers.
"Come to talk about the jobs, and... and..." He had completely lost his nerve and suddenly wished he had not come over. He was now a deep shade of red too, as his embarrassment took over.
Izzy smiled completely enjoying the young man's awkwardness. "So, tell me, what did you think of my little red panties. I noticed that you had taken a pair. I didn't realise you were into that kind of thing, but then I suppose... I did see you looking up my skirt, trying to get a look at my panties then. I hope I made it a little easier for you? Did you enjoy it? If you like my panties so much, I can let you have some more? I'm intrigued, why did you pick the red ones, and what did you do with them, did you bring yourself off and spurt your load into them or did you wrap them about your shaft as you wanked yourself off? I have to say, it is making me quite hot just thinking about it."
"I er...I...didn't at all...that is..."
"Do you prefer clean ones or dirty ones?"
"I'll...I'll bring them back..." He said rather lamely. "Look, I can see you are dressed for work, and I have to be at work soon too, so perhaps this is not a good time?"
"Ooh no," she said. "It was half day for me. So, I have all the time in the world. Look, you make yourself a coffee, whilst I just nip to the loo. Then we can discuss things in more detail."
"I'm not sure..."
"Oh, don't be silly, I've only been teasing you. You know where the coffee is. I'll have a fresh one too please."
"Ok."
Izzy dashed up the stairs to her bedroom. As she went, she was undoing her blouse and threw it onto her bed. She unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt and threw that on the bed also. From her lingerie draw, she pulled out her deep red set of bra, panties and suspenders. Unclipping her bra, she smiled at her breasts, seeing that the nipples were already rock hard. She reloaded them back into the red bra. They seemed to protest a little, as if wanting to be played with, her nipples easily visible through the thin material. She wore skin colour hold-up stockings and slipped these down her legs, along with her knickers. She took out an expensive pair of black stockings. Clipping the suspender belt about her waist, she put on the stockings and fastened them with the four clips. Lastly, she put her fresh panties on. Though she knew by the feel of her stomach and the burning in her loins, that they wouldn't remain fresh for too long, in fact they were probably already wet. She put on some red high heels and then slowly walked down the stairs. Her stomach was churning with butterflies, she had never done something like this before, but was being driven by an unseen force, her body's needs?
