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Popcorn and Pink Panties

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Popcorn and Pink Panties by El Dorado (december_4@yahoo.com)I'm 33 now, married (actually separated) but this is a story from when I was about 15. I had this friend at the time, Mark, who lived reasonably close to me with his mother and step-dad. Mark was the youngest of three kids, and his brother and sister were much older and had already moved out. His mother and step dad were pretty old (considering his age) - maybe late fifties or early sixties, and as a result his home life wasn't at all similar to mine. An example of this is that his parents, being semi-retired, would take off on trips frequently and leave him at home with a house-sitter/baby sitter (although baby-sitter isn't quite the correct term since he was pretty much old enough to take care of himself). I think they hired a "sitter" just to more or less keep an eye on him, and the house, and to prevent anything from getting out of hand. Anyway, this one time they went on a trip and Mark was telling me at school how looking the house sitter was. "A total fox" I think is the term that was bantered around. Well, me being the horny, masturbating 3-times a day virgin that I was, I was very interested in seeing her for myself, figuring that she may provide a little fuel for fantasy. Without actually saying it, Mark was basically giving me the impression that he was going into his room every half hour to masturbate because she was "just so hot" he couldn't stand it. Within a day or two Mark invited me to come over in the evening and watch TV with them. I think it was probably a Friday and some special movie was on, although I can't remember the details. But it was OK with my parents to stay there later than normal. I rode my bike over there after dinner and figured I would ride back around eleven or so. When I arrived I remember being surprised to find that Mark had not exaggerated in the slightest. He introduced me to a very attractive, although older (to me at the time) blond woman in her thirties. She was wearing a long white tee-shirt and either very short shorts or underwear (I couldn't tell which just then), and although the shirt was big and baggy, it very pleasantly hung from some very shapely and large breasts without the hint of a bra. In fact, I had to make an effort not to stare at the outline of her nipples and instead try to appear as normal and non-challant as possible. But inside my head I was screaming at the top of my lungs "oh my God, oh my God, Oh my God!" Mark must have noticed something about my expression because from behind her he gave me a kind of "you see now what I'm talking about?" look. She welcomed me and informed me that we were going to be watching (whatever movie it was) and that she was going to be making popcorn and nachos. Mark and I went and sat down on the couch, which was really the only place to sit and see the TV. The sitter went into the kitchen and started to pop some popcorn. The kitchen was nearly directly behind the TV so that I could easily watch her while I appeared to be watching the TV. I'm sure Mark was watching her also. I think that's why to this day neither one of us could tell you what the movie was about. She moved about in the kitchen with her back to me, using the microwave, opening cupboards and such while all the while I watched her tanned legs move back and forth, and kept my eye on the bottom of her shirt in hopes that I might get just a glimpse of what she had on underneath. At one point she had to reach for something on a high shelf and I got an eye-popping view of the most lushious pink-pantied buns I had ever seen. Instantly I became aware that I had a rock-hard erection that was bulging in my jeans, and I tussled my tee-shirt a little bit in hopes of conceiling it somewhat. Sort of embarrassed, with the corner of my eye I looked over at Mark's crotch and saw that he was having the same difficulty, although he, being much less discreet than me, was actually stroking his cock through his pants with his hand. He was also making soft kind of "ummmm-mmmm" sounds. After a few minutes the sitter finished in the kitchen and turned to head towards us on the couch. We immediately were shocked into trying to compose ourselves and appear to be just casually watching a movie. Thinking back on it now I'm sure the sitter was aware of what was going on, and probably was having her own little arousal episode at the flattering idea of two horny teenage boys watching her every move with engorged cocks, but I didn't know enough to pick that up at the time. I just wanted to get a few good memorable peeks at her that I could refer back to when I was in my own bed later that night. She sat down next to me (I was sitting in the middle), folded her lushious legs up on the sofa and passed me the bowl of popcorn. For the next half-hour or so, Mark and I took turns holding the bowl of popcorn as we stroked ourselves secretly (or not so secretly) beneath while glancing sideways at her legs. She must have been curious when she eventually got passed back a full bowl of popcorn. After a while she asked us if we were ready for nachos. We both emphatically nodded ours heads yes and she walked back towards the kitchen, only she didn't stop but instead continued down the hallway to her bedroom. Mark and I used the break to catch our breaths and relax, and made some inane comments about the movie that neither one of us had any clue was about. After a minute or two the sitter came back into the kitchen and began to prepare the nachos. I again watched her with the same intensity, only this time openly rubbing my cock through my pants just as Mark was, stopping only if she glanced our way. She was acting a little different this time, making more exaggerated movements and bending over to look for long periods of time for something in the refrigerator. But it wasn't until she reached for a can of something on a high shelf that I got an eye-widening surprise. Lo and behold for some reason she had removed her panties! "Oh my God!" I began to scream inside my head again. My cock was so over pumped up it began to ache. I could see just the slightest hint of plump clit peeking out between her cheeks as she reached for the can -- my heart pounded, my cock surged in my pants, and I felt so close to orgasm that I was almost seeing stars. But then Mark made what I thought to be the most boneheaded move he could make - he slid down off of the couch and sat on the floor, taking a pillow with him and putting it over his lap so as to hide his rapid hand movements as he attempted to jerk himself to orgasm inside his jeans. "Oh-man" I though, "he's blown it." I thought she would see from the kitchen what was happening, come send him to his room and send me on my way home for sure. I immediately composed myself as best as I could and acted as if I had no part in what was going in the hopes that Mark would be chastised while I appeared to be "an adult". But the sitter returned and sat on the couch again with her legs folded up to the side, offering each of us something from a steamy plate of nachos . I took a couple and so did Mark. Eventually Mark stood up with the cushion in front of him at waste level, made and fake kind of stretchy yawning sound and announced he was calling it a night. To this day I'm not sure what he was doing-- if he was heading back to his room to finish jerking off, to cleanup, to entice her to follow him -- I don't know. But he went back to his room and that was the last I saw of him that night. Now I was in a tight spot-- I had a rock-hard cock that was aching to spill warm gooey cum into my pants, but due to recent events and the departure of Mark, I felt conspicuous and watched. I scooted over to far edge of the sofa and began to focus on the TV screen. The sitter put the plate of nachos down between us on the sofa and continued to take one from the plate every so often. After a few minutes I began to get a little more comfortable. I turned to her during a commercial and smiled weakly, then took a nacho. My cock was still rock hard and my brain was practically popping out of my skull with the urge to stroke myself, but somehow I was able to settle back into the sofa and watch TV as casually as possible. I turned to grab another nacho and to give another casual glance to the sitter when I noticed this time she had her eyes closed. Puzzled, I looked down towards her legs on the couch and noticed that she had the arm on her far side down around her rear and her hand disappeared back up underneath her shirt. As I slowly began to comprehend that she was very gently stoking herself in secrecy, she opened her eyes and saw me looking at her. Next, to my amazement, she lifted one leg from the other, opening them wide so that one knee was in the air with the foot resting on the cushion, giving me a full view of her fingers probing her wet, coozing shaved cunt. She took her other hand and reached between her legs and spread her pink lips apart, then began to rub the nub of her clit with her index finger. "Do you see what I'm doing?" she said in a gusty whisper. "Y-yes" I replied shakily. "Why don't you unzip you pants and take yourself as you watch me" she prompted. I began to unzip my pants and pull them down a little past my hips. Then I eased my underwear down just enough for the tip of my hot, blood-pumped cock to feel the cool room air. "Uunng" she moaned as she watched me caress the tip of my cock, wet with pre-cum. Now, in another time, later in life, I probably would have been paralyzed into inaction at this point with questions to myself such as "will she think it's big enough", but in my nievety of the time it would never have occurred to me that cocks could be any larger than my 7" shaft, so I eagerly pulled it out and began to pump and stroke it. With each stroke of my hand my heart pounded as I could see her push her finger deep inside her cunt with one hand, and stroke the nub of her clit ever so quicker with the other. As I increased my speed and fury, she did the same, until we were both rhythmically stroking ourselves to orgasm. I kept my eyes steady on her fingers delving into her cunt and spreading her lips wide, while she watched me pump my rod until it was ready to give way and explode. I couldn't hold back any longer and felt the immense pleasure and release as the cum shot over my hand and onto my shirt. She moaned and shuttered in orgasmic joy as she watched the cum spurt and dribble down my hand and onto my jeans and underwear, dripping down my balls. I continued to stroke my still hard cock until her waves of orgasm subsided and she lowered her shaking leg to rest an let her head fall backward on the back of the sofa. We both sat for a while watching TV, but eventually I began to feel awkward and unsure of what to do. Like a kid who just got away with stealing something from the convenience store, and I guess for not wanting to jinx it, I told her that I had to get going or I would get in trouble from my parents. I pulled up my underwear and zipped my pants, nervously said goodby and slipped out the door. On the way home I couldn't sit down on my bicycle seat because my cock was still rock hard. About halfway between Mark's house and mine there was a beauty salon that had gone out of business. I rode my bike into the parking lot, barely making it off without falling from the weakness in my shaking legs. I went back between the side of the building and the fence, and in the shadows I pulled my aching, swollen cock from my pants and stroked myself to another orgasm, splattering the sidewalk with my cum. Then I rode the rest of the way home and went up to my room where I probably came two or three more time before falling asleep. Well, I came about three times writing this story and remembering the total ectasy of watching that house sitter rub her swollen clit and how lushious her tan legs and shaved cunt looked as she took herself. I hope you did too.