Glamour Shots, Chapter 23 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 23

... laughed. “Only because you stole them and brought ‘em home! Are you planning to start a collection?” I smiled back at her. “There’s a thought! Actually, I was wondering how I’m going to return them to her without embarrassing either of us.” “Well, I wouldn’t open the conversation by telling her that her panties smell good.” I chuckled. “No, I suppose not. They do, though – perfume and sexy woman.” To my immense surprise – and added arousal – she stepped over and picked them up, raising them to her face for a sniff. I felt my cock stir and continue to swell. She tossed them back to me, and I plucked them out of midair before they could hit me in the face. She watched me hold them for a moment as I resisted the urge to take another breath of Marci, before saying, “They do smell nice – sexy. But as far as embarrassing her, I suspect that you could call an all-hands meeting and hand them to her in front of the group, and she’d just laugh it off. Now you, on the other hand…” “No, I don’t think there’s any way for me to get these back to her that isn’t going to cause some blushing on my part. And we both know that it would be very unlike Marce to let me off the hook easily,” I said, as I rubbed the silky material between my fingers. “Why do you suppose I ever picked them up in the first place, much less jammed them in my pocket?” Allison wiggled her eyebrows at me. “Instinct? A beautiful woman tosses her panties at you, nine out of ten guys are going to catch them, right?” I ...

... nodded. “I suppose – but she didn’t toss them, she just dropped them on the table. I mostly grabbed them so nobody else would see. I have no idea why I kept them, though.” “Me either. Probably something deeply psychological having to do with your mother.” I winced. “Ummm… eewww? Can we not go there, please – I was about to have breakfast.” She laughed. “Everything psychological has to do with your mother, doesn’t it? Especially any female issues you might have.” “I don’t have ‘female issues’; I have female underwear issues.” She came over and straddled me, lowering herself onto my lap. “We’ll keep that our little secret. I promise, none of your friends ever has to know – especially if you’re a little careful about using public restrooms and you stay away from the gym.” I grinned. “You’re very quick today, aren’t you?” I asked, cupping her ass in my hands and giving her firm cheeks a squeeze. “It’s almost like you got laid so well last night that now you think you can abuse me with no consequences – you don’t need your boy-toy to keep you happy anymore.“ She moved forward, pressing her hot, panty-covered mound against my growing erection. All I had on my lower half was a pair of fairly thin cotton-knit workout pants, so I could easily feel her firm pubic bone, the soft folds of her pussy just below it, and her intense heat. “I did get laid pretty damn well, now that you mention it. Lots of orgasms – dozens, I think! Who was that masked man?” She was grinding against me as she spoke. ...