Annie's Panties - Part 1

Going back over 30 years, Annie still fuels my masturbatory fantasies.  Anne, or Annie, is a good friend of my wife’s and has been forever.  She was still my girlfriend at this time and she and Anne met originally through sport and exercise.  Anne was slightly older than my wife and was probably in her late 20’s or early 30’s when I first met her. She is quite tall, slim with a great figure, probably from all the working out.  She had married a slightly older man when she was quite young and her husband had unfortunately left her a couple of years earlier.  It had been a hard time for Anne but not having children helped.  She runs her own successful business and lives in a lovely old cottage on the edge of the next town. It was quite a small cottage but perfect for her.   I had met her several times and she always made a big fuss of me, at first it was slightly disarming as I am not used to people being so friendly.  I took to her and she was always smiling, happy and cheerful.  Very much a ‘glass half full’ type of person. The girls would often go back to her cottage after exercise, after a run or whatever. They would chat and gossip over coffee, biscuits and sometimes cake. One day I went over to collect my wife, no mobile phones then, so it was always pre-arranged.  There were just the two of them there as the others had gone. As ever, Anne met me at the door, with a hug and a kiss on each cheek.  She didn’t hold back with her hugs, as I said she was a strong fit girl and her body felt firm and toned. She would always press herself hard against you and nearly always left me with the need to adjust my pants secretly.  This day was no different and maybe she pressed a little firmer but I had to pull away to avoid embarrassment.  She gave me a fleeting frown and then back to her ‘melt in your mouth’ smile. Inside, the cottage was everything I expected. It was immaculate, stylish and nicely updated. She made me a coffee and brought it over. I excused myself as I needed to sort something out. “Top of the stairs, first door on the right!” she said as I enquired. She had a very nice light airy bathroom, recently modernized by the look of it and stylishly simple like everything else.  A largish bath with shower, toilet and handbasin. I dropped my pants and lifted the toilet lid, sorted out the problem in there and had a quick pee.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw what looked like a pair of knickers over the end of the bath and a nightgown next to them. Now, I am a red blooded male and you show me a red blooded male that wouldn’t go over and investigate.  Squeezing the last few drops  and shaking my half hard cock I tucked it away and fixed my pants.  Before flushing I reached over and picked up the knickers. They were light blue, ordinary cotton briefs, nothing special.  I guessed they were here ‘night knickers’. Almost as a reflex action I raised them to my face and took a deep breath. Now pussies are interesting.  They are all fundamentally the same but all totally different.  The same goes for the amazing female pussy odour.  After all it all comes from the same place but all very different and also changes with the time of the month when ovulation brings deeper musky pheromones. I took another deeper breath and her subtle musk filled my nose causing my softish hard cock to go rigid. Looking at the gusset, it was still slightly moist and it smelt of pure sex. Putting them back as best I could I flushed the toilet, tried my best to sort my pants out and made my way back downstairs.  I sat back down quickly and picked up my coffee.  I could still slightly smell her warm sex and my cock twitched slightly in appreciation.  “Apologies for the state of the bathroom, but got up in a hurry this morning,” she said as I took a sip of coffee.  I smiled and said that it was fine, not sure what she was talking about.  I was blushing slightly and she just smiled back.  We sat and chatted for a while and my girlfriend said we needed to get back.  By now I had softened sufficiently to look respectable. We got to the door and the girls hugged and then Anne threw her arms around me and gave me the usual kiss on each cheek while pressing her crotch hard against mine.  I could feel her prominent pubic bone against my momentarily soft cock. She let go and as we went out of the door she said we must come over for supper some time. While the girls were chatting earlier, my wife had offered my services to help with a few jobs that needed a male input, meaning someone strong to move stuff. “I’ll give you a call if I need help” she shouted down the path as we left. When we got home, my wife went for a shower and change out of her running kit. As she went up the stairs, I couldn’t hold back anymore and literally dived into the downstairs toilet, dropped my pants and  grasping my hard cock, wanked the pent up spunk out of me.  It didn’t take very long thinking about Annie’s knickers and her musky scent. As I pictured her mouth over my hard penis, I shot several ropes of thick white cum on to the floor.  I quickly cleaned up and flushed the toilet That fantasy stayed with me for days and provided my imagination with fuel for many wanks.