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Yes, I've got it! Following a gruelling day of interviews, tests and people trying to catch me out I have the promotion. The youngest in this managerial position the company has ever had and I've worked bloody hard to get it.
Of course there has to be a down side, I have to move to Cambridge, there is nothing wrong with Cambridge in fact a lot right with it but accommodation prices are sky high. So high that my pay rise will be swallowed up.
Still it was a stepping stone. In a few years I'll apply for the next level. I was living in a cheap hotel until I could find somewhere, cheap by hotel standards but a big hole in my salary. Eating out all the time is not only inconvenient it's fucking expensive,
I tried a few flats but they were either too dear or already taken by the time I got to them. Luckily, when I got off the bus on my way home from work I saw the newsagent putting a card in the window, things for sale etc. It was for a flat share, so I surreptitiously slipped the card in my pocket and went straight round to the flat.
If I don't like it or they don't like me I'll put the card back. About two hundred yards away from the shop I approached a three story large detached Victorian house. It looked well maintained and had a decent small front garden. I checked the card and rang the bell for flat 2A.
"Yes?" came a disembodied tinny female voice.
"I've come about the flat share," I said.
"Oh, I wasn't expecting anybody this soon, I'm not really ready, I've not tidied up, it's a bit of a mess."
"Don't worry about that."
"Okay come up," she relented. A bell rang and I pushed the door open. It is a very fine clean entrance hall with the original Victorian tiles. I went up the stairs and flat 2A was on the left, the door was open and a slim red headed girl was waiting.
She showed me round, two bedrooms, hers was bigger than mine, both with double beds and plenty of room. The communal rooms were, lounge/dining, kitchen and a bathroom with quite a lot of girly stuff in it. If this was the place in a mess I was going to have to be a lot neater.
I liked it and we sat down with a cup of tea and arranged costs; rent and utilities were half each and £50 a month in the communal kitty for bread, milk and other shared things.
The costs were as good as I could expect and better than I thought I was going to have to pay. So after a few more details we agreed that I should move in, that Chloe was an attractive young lady did not go against my wanting it.
Now she may not be everyone's cup of tea but I found her very attractive. I liked her right away, red hair, actually real curly ginger hair and a face full of freckles which I found sweet. I estimate she is the same age as me, late twenties.
She stood about 5 foot 6 inches and was skinny with smallish perky tits, and a nice tight arse which made it a pleasure to follow her as she showed me around the flat. Emerald eyes, a child's upturned nose and full red lips.
We arranged for me to move in with my meagre possessions at the weekend. At ten o'clock on Saturday I arrived at the flat with a suitcase and rucksack. Chloe let me in and gave me a key. She looked good barefoot in shorts and tee shirt. She made a cup of tea.
I don't like lumping people together but she was practical and forceful as I have often found with redheads. We talked over functional ideas to make living together easier. She introduced me to the local pub on Saturday night and I treated her to an Indian meal on Sunday.
We got on well together, sometimes sharing meals. On the third Wednesday of my tenancy I arrived home from work to find Chloe holding two glasses of wine. Not the first thing I noticed as she was wearing only a pair of knickers and a tight cropped tee shirt.
Oh lordy, she is so sexy and has such a sexy smile. I took a glass off her. "You want to fuck me," she stated, as a fact not a question. She was of course quite right I did want to fuck her, even when she was more conservatively dressed.
"Oh yes, I would love to." I gasped, shocked at this unexpected turn of events.
"I know,. The way you look at me is kind of lustful, but that's alright. I don't for one minute think you would take unfair advantage of me. Well are you going to fuck me?"
"Damn right," I affirmed.
"Right in that case there are two conditions. One, you will go and have a shower. Two, tomorrow morning instead of wearing boxers you will wear the knickers that I am wearing and have been wearing all day. I will put them back on and wear them tonight. So they will be sticky and smelly when you are at work, you will spend the day thinking about me."
Fuck me, those knickers were very sexy on her tight arse what would they look like on me? Who the hell cares? Nobody will see them. They were pink and silky. Oh fuck I want to fuck her. My cock is standing. I so want to fuck her.
What's wrong with wearing silk knickers? Nothing! "I accept," I said, my heart beating ten to the dozen.
She sat back on the couch, her left hand holding her glass of wine, her right pushing her knickers into her pussy as she rubbed up and down. "Get a move on then, don't keep me waiting," she ordered.
I was off, stripped and in the shower within a minute. They say that to save money you should have a four minute shower, I was out of it in two. After cleaning my teeth I entered the lounge, naked and standing proud. Chloe was in the same position, stroking her knickers and her glass empty.
She stood, I approached her and we kissed, she had cleaned her teeth although she had not showered, keeping her knickers smelly. I lifted her tee shirt and she put her hands up so I could lift it off. As I suspected she was not wearing a bra and her lovely nipples were poking out. I pushed her knickers down slowly and knelt down as I did.
I kissed her nipples on my way down and as her knickers reached the floor my eyes were level with a red triangle of curly pubic hair. My nose and tongue are very close to her pussy. I stuck my tongue into her.
"Don't do that, I've not showered," she said. Not pulling away though.
"Good, I like the taste and the scent." I said, pushing her to the couch. As the back of her knees reached the couch she flopped down. I lifted her legs and dived in, concentrating on her clitoris.
"Yes, yes," she gasped, followed by some strange mewling sounds. I temporarily left her pussy working my way up to her mouth via her tits. As my mouth reached hers I directed my cock into her wet welcoming pussy.
I wondered if she would kiss me with my mouth coated in her pussy juices, she did, she kissed me passionately. "Yesssss," she mumbled into my mouth as I entered her pussy.
She pulled her mouth away. "Don't stop but don't cum inside me," she breathed. I don't know if I can do both. "Yesssssss," she screamed. I pulled out and splattered my cum over her stomach.
We lay next to each other on the couch. "I didn't want you to cum inside me as I am going to wear my knickers again tonight and I wouldn't want you to wear them full of your spunk. Well maybe in the future." She leaned over and took my flagging cock in her mouth.
I idly played with her tits while my cock slowly grew. Oh, she is good. Her nose was nestled in my pubic hair as my cock grew, even when it was at full length she had it all in. I fingered her pussy as well as squeezing her tits and pretty soon we were both gasping in orgasm.
Chloe got up and put her knickers on. "I don't want to waste a drop of my juices," she laughed as she poured two more glasses of wine. I sat there smiling like the cat that got the cream, a Cheshire cat. Chloe looked quite content.
"In the morning before you get dressed you will come to my room and I will take my knickers off for you to put on. I will take them off you when you get home from work." And that is what happened.
The following morning I went into her room, naked and standing proud. Chloe smiled, pushed the bedding back and removed her knickers, after sniffing them she handed them to me. I sniffed them, a glorious smell, before putting them on in front of her.
I felt ridiculous, the end of my cock sticking out of the top and my balls constricted.
Not a lot of ball room in girls knickers. They were damp around the crotch area or should I say the balls area. It was a strange feeling as I walked to the bus stop, the silk was caressing my balls and thighs.
My erection has not gone down, It appears that I am a pervert, getting turned on by wearing girls knickers. I had taken the wise precaution of buying a newspaper which I held in front of me until I was sitting at my desk.
I managed to lose my erection by concentrating on my work even when the girl from the next office came in. She is tall, blond and good looking and I have always fancied her and she knew it, always flirting. My problems came when I had to go for a meeting.
The susurration of the silk had me uncomfortably hard as my cock tried to rise above the waistband. I sat awkwardly through the meeting, taking little notice of what was going on and my mind on Chloe and our capers last night. This of course was the worst thing I could do. If I'd have been concentrating on the meeting I would not have wet my knickers with precum.
Having survived the day I walked to the bus stop. On the journey home I was almost asleep as usual and also as usual I had what I call a personal hard on. It often happens without any sexual thoughts. I had sexual thoughts and added a few more drops to my knickers.
Chloe greeted me at the door of the flat. "Let me have my knickers," she said.
"Hello to you too," was my witty reply as I unbuckled my belt. I handed the said pair to her.
"I thought so, you were turned on by wearing my dirty underwear, two new wet patches. At least you didn't cum in them. Did you go to the lav for a wank?"
"No," I said, although it had crossed my mind. With a final sniff she went to her room.
"It's your turn to cook," she said over her shoulder. That was it we went back to normal, the pre-fuck normal.
On the Thursday of the following week I let myself into the flat to find Chloe holding two glasses of wine and wearing black stockings, a matching black suspender belt, five inch heels, and nothing else apart from a big grin.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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