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The Little Red Thong

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....it seems that renting can have some benefits....


I live in a nice eight-unit apartment building. The building occupants are primarily professional people of mixed age and sex, although there are three 'very sweet young things'. I'm 'the old man'. Our laundry room is in the basement. One day last summer I went down to remove a load of my white t-shirts from the dryer. As I was folding them on the folding table, 'Lo and Behold' I found a pair of cute little thong-style panties mixed in with my t-shirts. To use the word 'pair' is quite a stretch because this precious little item consisted only of a small piece of very sheer red fabric in the shape of a triangle, and several strings.

Needless to say, I was quite excited. This thong wasn't fresh from a store, this thong actually belonged to and had been actually worn by one of the three lovelies in my building. My penis began to fill, and my mind wandered as to how this thong might have gotten in my dryer with my clean white t-shirts. Was it simply a forgotten clothing item from whoever had previously used this dryer, or had it been intentionally placed there as some type of very personal message? Whatever the history, I was intrigued and aroused. Although the soft thong was freshly clean and washed, I smelled it anyway and tried to imagine the wonderful 'Mound of Venus' that this miniature triangle had tried in vain to conceal. My penis tingled with excitement and begged to be rubbed.

I concealed the little thong under the other laundry in my basket and went back upstairs to my apartment. Once my apartment door was closed, I removed the cute little item from my laundry basket and fingered it further. My penis was swelling in my pants, so I pulled down my jeans and my shorts, and began to stroke myself. I held the sweet thong near my penis, and looked at its sheer red fabric. I was so aroused so quickly that I surprised even myself. As I continued to masturbate, and as my state of arousal moved to the point of ejaculation, I placed the small triangle of red fabric over the head of my hard penis, and then swept back the strings under my fist to hold the triangle in place as I stroked. I just couldn't hold off very long, and as I imagined the sweet mound that this thong had covered, I quickly ejaculated a full load of my warm fresh semen into the sheer red fabric triangle. The fabric was so sheer that my semen seeped through.

Later in the day as each of my young neighbors came home separately from work, I greeted each of them in the hallway as usual, and privately wondered which one of them had given me so much pleasure that morning.



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