House Sitting Ch. 02

After toweling off after my shower I looked at the clothes hamper excitedly. Opening the lid, I unfortunately discovered it to be totally empty.

I knew I needed to satiate my desires further but had been warned to stay out of the bedrooms so I decided to check out the laundry room. It had to have clothing in it. I gathered up my shorts and the thong and, wrapping the towel around me, wandered downstairs, followed by Sam, the dog.

The laundry room had a hamper and it had clothes in it, but there were only some of Mr. Ward's clothes and a few boring 'mom' dresses. Then I opened the dryer and hit pay dirt. The first handful retrieved produced a pair of pink yoga shorts and a few socks. The next brought out a matching sports bra to the shorts and a few T-shirts, all feminine in cut and style. Then a pink thong and lastly a very tiny red VS g-string.

My heart was racing and my cock hard under the towel. This was going to be a great week.

Part of me wanted to just wrap the g-string around my hardness and jerk off then and there but the rest of me wanted to spread the fun out, so I took my haul of goodies and headed out to the TV room.

Dropping the towel, I pulled on the pink thong, again enjoying the feeling of thong fabric up my ass crack. I waited a while for my erection to soften a bit, pulled the thong down, tucked my balls up inside of me and tucked my member back between my legs before pulling the underwear back up. I then pulled on the short yoga shorts and the sports bra.

I moved to a mirror on a side wall and checked myself out. I didn't look hot, but I didn't look too bad. Moving back to the clothes, I bunched some socks up and put them in the bra. A mirror check revealed that I looked even better.

I looked at the cute yellow T-shirt and pulled it on. A further check showed that I looked even more girly. I couldn't resist rubbing my hands over my body, especially around my chest and between my legs. I picked up the g-string and licked at its tiny crotch piece and shivered.

Five minutes later I was in my runners and other socks from the dryer, pulling a comb through my hair, trying to give me a more appropriate do up top. Failing, I went back out to the hallway where I'd seen a basket of hats and found a pink LA baseball cap. Checking myself a final time, I realised I looked definitely passable as a young woman. Calling Sam over, I located his lead and my keys and headed out for a walk.

Initially I felt so brazen being out dressed like that. I mean I had dressed up before; I mean, who hadn't. I'd thrown on one of my mom's dresses once. I was about 15 and she was in her early 30s and I just randomly did it. I'd played dress up as a youngster with the few friends I'd had, including one time here with Brooke. We must have been about eight and she put me in a party dress and gave me some makeup. It had been a fun moment until Hailey had seen us and tormented me.

I passed a few people on my walk, including a neighbor who recognized Sam. I'd put on my best soft voice and told her I was house-sitting.

She smiled in the evening dusk and wished me well. By the time I returned, I was feeling quite comfortable with myself.

Coming inside, I shed the hat, tended to the pets and then devoured more pizza and soda. Picking up the remaining clothes in my haul, I headed down to the cellar. Peeling off the yoga shorts and T-shirt, I shed the pink thong, freeing my member, which hardened instantly and put on the g-string. The sensation of the tiny string of fabric nestling up my ass almost made me shoot my load.

My mind raced. This fabric had been on Hailey. Had she been aroused whilst wearing it? Had she ever soiled it with her fluids? Had she ever had some guys' cum drip out of her whilst wearing it? Or had she ever had another woman pull the fabric aside and lick her whilst she was wearing it?

Lying on the bed, I ran my hands all over my body, eventually bringing them to the tiny triangle of cloth which covered the lower part of my cock and split my ball sack in two. I was leaking like a faucet and shivering with delight.

I raised my hips up off the bed so that I looked up along my body to the hard cock extending out of the slutty g-string, looking down at me, a drizzle of fluid stringing erotically from its slit. I raised a hand and ran it up my body, shuddering as I did so, and grasped at my hardness, instantly firing off ropes of cum which hit me in the face, coating my chin and lips and leaving a trail of messiness down my body.