A Neighborly Affair (The finale?) - Sex Stories

A Neighborly Affair (The finale?)

... You're going to think this sounds stupid, but it's an article of clothing."

"No problem. I'm happy to help. I'll fetch it for you. What did you leave?"

A pause ensued.

"Umm. well, it's actually a pair of panties. I slipped them off because...well...that's not important. Anyway, I set them on a magazine rack near the toilet. Would you be a doll and retrieve them for me? They're very expensive. And to be honest, I'm not sure your dad is interested in seeing me again. He's been standoffish at work. I'm sorry if I sent the wrong message. He's a nice man."

"No worries, Ginger. I'm happy to help. How can I get them to you? I can easily deliver them to you tomorrow, if that's okay."

"Oh, that would be wonderful if it's not too much trouble. I don't want to impose, but it would be kind of embarrassing to show up at your house and ask for my panties." She giggled at the thought, and I laughed sympathetically with her.

"There's no real hurry, Sammie. But maybe you could grab them and hang on to them for now. That way your dad won't be embarrassed if he comes across them. I'd be ever grateful. That's so sweet of you."

And so Ginger gave me her address, and I promised I'd get them to her the next day after work, but that I'd call first. We hung up, but not before she said she was looking forward to seeing me again.

Ginger was a hot little number. I couldn't understand why Dad wouldn't want to see her, but his loss might be my gain.

I deleted the message from ...

... the answering machine and went into the bathroom. Sure enough, there was a pair of panties draped across the wireframe of the magazine rack. I put them to my nose and inhaled their perfumery odor mixed with just a hint of another familiar aroma.

As spent as I was, I plopped down on my bed and, still holding the silky material. I wrapped it around my dick and beat off to thoughts of Ginger riding my cock and moaning in heated passion. I awoke hours later with her cum-soaked panties still in my hand.

The next day I busied myself until Dad came home from work. After brief small talk, I told him I was eating out with friends and would see him later. Since Ginger worked in the same offices, I figured she would be home and I called from a phone in the den, privately.

"Hi, Ginger. This is Sammie. Is it all right if I drop by with your forgotten item? I'm heading that way anyway. I can be there in twenty minutes."

"That would be wonderful, Sammie. I'll make sure I have a couple of beers in the fridge. Is that okay?"

"Sure! See you soon."

When I arrived at her house, I parked behind her Subaru and walked up the neat walkway. Before I could ring the bell the door opened and Ginger welcomed me, smiling. She was relatively short, about 5'4" but had a voluptuous figure. I tried not to stare at her prominent nipples and huge boobs.

"C'mon in. Excuse the mess. I tried to straighten things a bit. I appreciate you going to all this trouble, Sammie." She gave me a brief hug, ...