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A Friend Indeed….Part 24I showered after Lorene’to pull myself together, and as I stepped out into the hallway, heard her call my name. I walked to the top of the stairs and saw her in the foyer speaking on the phone. She hung up the phone and said, “Shit…that was Donna (her sales manager)…her car quit out on the Bypass highway, and she’s marooned in a pay phone booth at Queen’s Road. Will you be a hero go get her?” The only female I wanted to “get” was Lorene, but told her I’d do it. It was a thirty minute drive in the rainstorm, and I found her and her car straight away. She jumped into my car, profusely apologizing for getting my seat wet. She was very drenched, and was wearing a tight black tank top, short denim skirt, and sandals. I talked to her once in a while at work, knew she was 30ish and single, but coming out of a disastrous relationship. She was a bit tall, average figure, interesting ash blonde hair worn combed up and back, and soft blue eyes. She gave me directions, and we headed for her apartment, small-talking about various things. As we drove, she fanned her top to try and dry it, until I told her I’d put the heat on. Soon, the car was very comfortable, and she said, “Maybe I’ll take this top off…it’s making me chilled…do you mind?” I told her I didn’t, and said I would not peek at her. “Yeah…typical man talk,” she laughed, “You’ll look, trust me.” I told her I would be driving with my eyes shut to prove my word, and she laughed and removed her top exposing a plain black bra holding what looked to be 34C breasts. Her skirt had ridden well up her thighs as she sat with her legs crossed. “So, Trev, are you getting eryaman escort any?” she laughed. Per my usual sarcastic attitude, I replied, “Sure, Donna…if my right hand isn’t busy.” She broke out laughing, and told me that was a “damn shame.” We arrived at her place, and she invited me inside for a warm drink. I sipped hot cocoa as she went to shower, and began to think she was really quite attractive in a subtle way. She called out to me, and I walked to the bathroom door. From inside the shower, she said, “Will you please check the pockets of my skirt…think I may have lost my keys…the skirt is on my bed.” I walked into her bedroom and lifted the skirt to find her keys in a back pocket. As I lifted the skirt, the plain black panty she had worn fell out of it, along with her bra. I picked them up, saw the bra tag read 34C, and heard, “What the HELL are you looking at??!!”, behind me. I turned, startled, and saw Donna standing in a purple nylon robe. I managed to tell her that her lingerie had fallen on the floor, and I was merely picking it up. “Hmmm…so tell me, do you like women’s underwear?”, she asked. I told her I did, and she said, “Well you’re far too masculine to want to wear it…so what DO you do with it?” Before I could answer, she smiled, and in a knowing tone said, “Ohhhhh, okay…I can guess.” I could feel my face redden and my heart rate speed up. “I’ll bet a class lady like your Aunt Lorene has quite a selection, eh?”, she said. I explained that Lorene was actually not my “aunt”, summed up how I came to work for and live with her, and that she did, in fact, have a good deal of lingerie. “Let’s go into the escort eryaman living room and discuss this,” she said, “You’ve got my interest piqued. She poured two cups of cocoa, and sat across from me on a loveseat. Her legs were long and graceful, and I could just see her breasts pushing against the thin material of her robe. “Tell me what you like,” she said. I summed up my tastes, and after taking a long sip of her cocoa, she said, “I think that’s very sensual…most men are after the big score, and have no time for the smaller details. I have many bras and panties, always wear pantyhose, and have two or three slips – half style – that I always wear under my dresses. Bet you like boots and heels, too.” I told her I loved the look of heels on a woman, but only certain types of boots. As we talked, her legs seemed to be parting a bit more, and my eyes could follow the inner curves of her thighs above her knees. “This is really interesting,” she said, “I’ve never known a guy who was tuned into such sensual things of femininity.” She asked if she was making me feel uncomfortable, and I told her she wasn’t. She asked me how I got my “start” with pleasuring myself with lingerie. My story must have had an effect on her because she was squirming a bit and changing her position often. “Did you find my black bra and panty interesting?”, she asked. I told her the ride to her house with her sitting in her bra made me curious about what she had under her skirt. “I knew you were looking at me, you nawty boy,” she laughed, “Doesn’t Lorene let you play with girls?” I looked her sraight in the eyes and said, “No…she says they’re dangerous eryaman escort bayan when wet.” There was a long pause, and Donna finally said, “I’m actually VERY wet right now, and would be VERY dangerous if it wasn’t the time of the month it is…but I’d like to try something if you’re agreeable.” I told her I was a good sport, and she said, “Good…sit right there for ahort bit…I’ll be right back.” My erection was pinned inside my jeans as I sat wondering what she had planned. The suspense ended when she walked back into the room wearing a shiny white bra, short white half slip which ended in a band of lace at mid-thigh, a pair of suntan pantyhose, and a pair of white open toe high heel sandals. “This the look that gets you hot?”, she asked. She walked over and sat across from me again, and said, “Jerk off for me…I want to watch you.” In a second, I was doing as she requested, and she was giving me words of encouragement. I told her I was ready to cum, and she moved over to me and placed her hand under my penis. “Go ahead love, dump your load in my hand,” she urged. Unfortunately, my volume was larger than her hand, and a good bit of it splattered onto her bra and chest. “Woo…that is SO good !”, she whispered. She got up, and brought me a towel from the kitchen, and as we were cleaning up, she said, “Against my better judgement, I’m packing you off for home tonight, however, you now owe me a good dinner and a full night out.” As I walked out the door, she kissed me on the cheek, and said, “I know I’m going to like this.”By the time I got home, Lorene was sound asleep. I put a note on her bedside table saying I rescued Donna, and that I’d see her at work in the morning. Despite the fact I had had a massive release thirty minute prior, I was tempted to masturbate as I watched her sleeping in a long, flowing red nylon nightgown, but decided there would be other nights.

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