This happened about a month ago.
I live with my niece Anita. I have pretty much one whole wing of the house all to myself, so there is plenty of privacy for having fun when she is gone.
She said she was going out on a date. Being the kind of girl she is, that usually means she isn’t coming home, so I thought I would have a good time with myself. I closed the bedroom door, lay down on the bed, and loaded my underwear. I had my headphones on and was listening to some music, enjoying that marvelous, sexually delightful feeling you only get when your pants are full. I decided I would go and get myself a drink, so I walked down the hall and into the living room.
Stupid me, I should have taken the headphones off. If I had done so, I would have heard the sound of voices and realized I was not alone in the house.
Instead, I walked into the living room wearing only a pink tee shirt and a pair of bulging white panties, and Anita was sitting there, not just with her date but with two of his friends as well.
Needless to say, I scurried back down the hall and into my room.
Anita didn’t say anything about it the next day. I hope the guys just thought I was running away because they saw me in my underwear. I hope they didn’t see that my pants were full, but I’m not sure. Maybe they did.
I live with my niece Anita. I have pretty much one whole wing of the house all to myself, so there is plenty of privacy for having fun when she is gone.
She said she was going out on a date. Being the kind of girl she is, that usually means she isn’t coming home, so I thought I would have a good time with myself. I closed the bedroom door, lay down on the bed, and loaded my underwear. I had my headphones on and was listening to some music, enjoying that marvelous, sexually delightful feeling you only get when your pants are full. I decided I would go and get myself a drink, so I walked down the hall and into the living room.
Stupid me, I should have taken the headphones off. If I had done so, I would have heard the sound of voices and realized I was not alone in the house.
Instead, I walked into the living room wearing only a pink tee shirt and a pair of bulging white panties, and Anita was sitting there, not just with her date but with two of his friends as well.
Needless to say, I scurried back down the hall and into my room.
Anita didn’t say anything about it the next day. I hope the guys just thought I was running away because they saw me in my underwear. I hope they didn’t see that my pants were full, but I’m not sure. Maybe they did.
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