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   NIGHTY-WARE

   Part 7 (mF)

   Prologue

   It all started when mom had hosted a Nighty-Ware party for some friends
and neighbors in my house.  Instead of plastic storage containers, lingerie
of all kinds was sampled and purchased.  My first sexual experiences came
as a result of delivering these purchases to our neighbors.  Since then,
I've had more experiences, heightening and strengthening my attention and
desire for sex.

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   One day my parents announced that they were taking a trip out of town
together.  My dad travelled frequently, and this time they decided the
destination afforded them a "get away" opportunity they couldn't pass up. I
lobbied to take care of myself for the 7 days, imagining inviting the
neighbor ladies over to look in on me, and for me to check them out in
return.  My parents were scared about becoming one of those "Home Alone"
cases.  We came to a compromise.  One of my aunts on my mother's side would
stay at the house, but I'd be responsible for myself after school until she
got off of work.  That was still time enough for some independent action,
so I agreed, as if I had a choice.

   They left on Sunday, before my aunt arrived.  I took the opportunity to
get my rocks off before she showed up by spreading open my dad's Playboy
magazines to the centerfolds all over the floor of my room.  I walked
around examining the airbrushed beauties while stroking myself to a
satisfying erection.  I didn't expect any visitors, and so I was shocked
when the doorbell rang.  I closed the door to my room, hastily put on my
jeans without underware, and went to the door to quickly dismiss whoever
came calling.

   I changed my mind about sending whoever it was away when I opened the
door.  It was Anna, the neighbor down the block, who told me my mom had
mentioned their trip and asked her to look in on me.  I was delighted, and
invited her in.  Anna was my first sexual encounter when I was delivering
the Nighty-Ware, giving my first opportunity to eat out a woman.  Anna took
off her coat, revealing a very plain patterned house dress that went down
to her ankles.  This was the opposite of my visit to her house, where she
wore a very short skirt under her apron that displayed a marvelously
shapely set of legs.  Even when she crossed her legs, nothing was showing.
I was sorely disappointed.

   Anna asked if I'd show her the house, since my mom told her about some
changes she'd made since the Nighty-Ware party.  I walked her to the back
of the house and showed her the kitchen, then the den, and finally we went
upstairs where she poked her head into my parent's bedroom.  Then she asked
to see my room.  I remembered the floor full of Playboys open to the
playmate centerfolds and made some lame excuse.  She reminded me that she
had three children, and that she wondered what a young man's room was like.
Since my bedroom door is just across from my folks', she merely stepped
past me, rubbing against me just a little, and opened the door to my room.
She looked down at the magazines on the floor, all opened to the
centerfolds, and walked around examining each one with care.

   "Which one do you like the best?" she asked.

   I was surprised that she wasn't embarassed or flustered by what she had
discovered.  I pointed lamely to Miss April, a tall, willowy blonde with
nice tits.  This choice was not accidental.

   Anna slowly pulled up her housedress, exposing her legs to her upper
thighs but not showing any panty.

   "How do these compare?" she inquired, and I told her that her legs were
even nicer than the models.

   She let go of the skirt, unbuttoned the front of her dress and pulled it
open to show her tits, which were not encased in a bra.

   "And these?" she asked.

   Although Miss April's tits were rounder and fuller, Anna's were live and
in person, so I paid them a high complment.  Anna let the housedress fall
from her shoulders into a pile at her feet, and I took in the whole picture
-- she was naked except for a pair of thin bikini briefs.  She told me that
it was my turn, and I quickly threw off my t-shirt and pulled off my jeans,
giving her a second look at my erect penis.

   Anna moved back to my bed and invited me to join her.  We laid together
kissing and stroking each other.

   "Its my turn," Anna announced and moved down to plant her mouth firmly
on my joint.  She sucked with fervor, and my hips bucked up and down as I
tried to fuck her throat.  Evidently she got very turned on, moved back up
on the bed and slid her panties off.  She pulled me on top of her, guiding
my rigid member into her moist cunt.  We moved back and forth slowly, and I
tried to feel the friction but having three children had stretched her. 
Her enthusiasm, however, made up for it.  She wrapped her long shapely legs
around by waist and soon we were bucking and thrashing, giving the bed
springs a real workout.  I tensed first, and her orgasm followed moments
later.

   She left my room and went down the hall to clean up.  I gathered up my
dad's magazines, accidently leaving small droplets of sperm on some of the
centerfold pages.  I just got them back into my folks' bedroom when the
doorbell rang.  I threw on my jeans, with no time for a clean-up or
t-shirt, and found my aunt at the door.  Anna was just leaving the
bathroom, fully dressed thank goodness, and they introduced themselves
without my help.  Anna left without another word.  My aunt seemed to notice
the smell of sex that lingered from my recent episode by the way she
wrinkled her nose as he passed my bedroom and the bathroom, but made no
mention of it.

   I wondered with anticipation how many of my mom's friends would be
dropping by this week.

   Continued in NIGHTY-WARE Part 8

   An Original HM Tale

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