I love women's lingerie.

Part 1.

My name is Neil. I recently turned 18. After finishing school, my parents sent me to their friends in a neighboring state, as they themselves went on a trip for a whole two weeks. I arrived at their place in the evening. Annie and Larry welcomed me warmly. Annie showed me the house, a two-story private home. I was given a room on the first floor. They were staying upstairs. We had dinner and went to our rooms. I took a bath and, without getting dressed, lay down naked in bed. I remembered what Annie looked like, her large breasts, and my cock instantly became hard. I threw off the blanket and began running my hand over the smooth, silky skin of my cock. My balls tensed

and drew up into a tight sac. I moved my hand faster up and down the hard shaft of my cock until I felt the urgent desire to release my seed. I cupped my palm and spilled my semen onto it. Went to the bathroom. Lay down and fell asleep.

In the morning, I woke up, put on shorts and a t-shirt. The house was quiet. On the refrigerator, I saw a note saying the hosts had left on business. After breakfast, I started exploring the house; I went up to Annie and Larry's room. The first room was ordinary. There was a sofa, armchairs, a TV. I went into the next one. It was their bedroom. In the middle stood a bed. Against the wall opposite was a large wardrobe and a mirror. I became curious about what Annie wears. On the right hung dresses and suits. But on the left were many shelves. There were panties, stockings, tights, various petticoats trimmed with lace and without, corsets mixed with garter belts. Annie has quite a rich imagination for sexy lingerie, I thought. I took out the sheerest white stockings, stroked them with my hands, and felt the desire to put them on. I took off my clothes. Pulled on one stocking, then the other was on my leg. I took out a white garter belt and attached the tops of the stockings to it so they wouldn't slip down. Then I took out a nightgown, white silk, reaching my knees, with a strip of patterned lace at the bottom, with slits on the sides, apparently for easy access to the body of whoever wore it. My cock was harder than ever, the light silk pleasantly caressed my body, my cock stood erect, straining the light fabric of the nightgown. I lay on their bed, slipped my hand under the nightgown, and began stroking my cock, rubbing the head against the taut fabric, feeling the pleasant sensation and excitement. Then I heard the front door downstairs open and close. Not knowing what to do, I remained lying on the bed in lingerie.

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