Caught

It was during one of these nightly bathroom sessions that your worlds collided. You had on the baby blue french cut panties Susan had worn to work that day, the smell of her pussy still in them. You were standing in front of the mirror and stroking your hard cock when suddenly the door behind you opened...

"John!" she cried out as soon as she saw you standing there wearing her underwear. "What the fuck-"

Acting on instinct alone, you rush forward and push her against the wall, pressing your mouth to hers. There is a little resistance at first, but she quickly gets into it. You feel her hand creep down and start to stroke you through the front of her panties.

"I thought I would surprise you with something new," you lie as you break the kiss. "I thought it might spice things up a bit."

"But, John..."

"It doesn't turn you on a little?" you ask, frantic to keep her from digging to deep into this.

You spin around and bend over the sink, shaking your panty clad ass at her. Susan giggles a little. Tenatively she skacks your ass.

"You're bad," she tells you.

"Bad...or naughty?"

As you attempt to twerk for her, you can see her trying to decide what to make of this sudden change in dynamic. Your surprised to find that your hardon hasn't gone away.

"If I'm so bad, maybe I need a spanking " you suggest. "Maybe I need to be punished for trying on your panties..."