Getting something wet

"I'm right here beautiful," John said as he leaned his head into the room.

"Where did you disappear off to?" Stacy asked.

"I. Um. I had to use the restroom," he lied still leaning into the room nervously fiddling with Miss D's bra and panties behind his back.

Stacy looked at him completely unconvinced. "Uh-huh. Why don't you come back in here," she said raising herself up into a leaning position. The blanket had slipped down allowing him to see her small breasts. John noticed the way she leaned back on her hands allowing her small eraser sized nipples to jut further up in the air.

"Yeah no problem. But first let me go grab a glass of water," he said as he ducked back behind the wall. He called back, "do you want anything?"

"Yeah, you," she yelled after him.

John's feet flew down the stairs taking two steps at a time. He was looking back and forth trying to find a place to stash his loot. He raced to their large living room to see everything was spick and span. He tried to throw them behind the pillows on the couch. He looked down at his handy work and thought, what the fuck am I thinking she will find them in no time.

"John," he heard Stacy call from the top of the stairs.

John reached in and snagged the matching set of undergarments and ran further back into the house knocking the pillows off the couch in the process. His flasid dick loudly slapping his legs as he ran. He found himself in the kitchen. He looked around and opened the pantry and flung them on a shelf.

"John why aren't you answering me?" Stacy called out again.

SHIT. "I'm in the kitchen," John yelled. He yanked the undergarments off the shelf. He looked around. He was trapped. There were only two ways in and out. Either back into the living room where Stacy was or the back door leading outside. He couldn't go back towards Stacy with her mom's intimates in his hand and he couldn't run outside butt naked.

He ran over to the island between the fridge and sink. He heard her foot steps just outside the kitchen. He kept looking from the fridge to the counter to the huge bra and back again.

"Hey you Stacy said as she started crossing the threshold of the kitchen. John opened the fridge door and threw the items inside slamming the door behind them.

"Hey," John said leaning with one hand on the door of the fridge the other placed awkwardly placed on his hip.

Stacy stopped dead in her tracks and bust out giggling. "What are you doing?"

"Just getting a drink."

"Oh yeah and would you mind moving over so I can grab a bottle of water out of the fridge?" She asked walking over to where he was standing.

"NO! I mean. Uh. I'll get it for you," he said.

"I'm a big girl John and I can get my own bottle of water." She said reaching for the door.

John reached out and pulled her into his body now just remembering that they were both still naked. With her body pressed into him he started to lead her back to the hallway. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Stacy wrapped her arms around his neck as she snuck her tounge back into his mouth. He playfully lashed his tounge out to **** hers out of his.

"Why don't you head back upstairs and start a shower and I'll be up in a minute with your water," John suggested as he broke their kiss.

"That sounds nice. I tell you what I'll start the shower in my mom's room. It has way more room for the two of us," she said as she turned around and walked back towards the living room.

That's not what I meant John thought to himself. He watched her ass giggling as she walked away and thought, well then again, that might not be a bad idea. His eyes never left her sexy plump ass until she turned the corner to head up the stairs.

John opened the fridge and picked Miss D's bra off the eggs and searched for her thin panties. Where are they he thought looking franticly from shelf to shelf. Then he spotted them floating in the open pitcher of lemonade sitting on the top shelf. He pulled the jug out and set it on the counter next to the sink. He then reached over and grabbed the BBQ tongs out of a drawer to fish them out. He held the dangling panties over the sink as they dripped. He turned on the water and rinsed them off and wrung them out. John put the lemonade back in the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water closing the door as he headed back out into the living room. He walked back to the entry way and shoved the undergarments into an antique vase next to the stairs.

John looked up the stairs thinking about how close he had just come to ruining everything and wondered if this was still a good idea. Then images came flooding back of Stacy walking away and with a smile on his face started heading upstairs. He stopped by Stacy's room and grabbed his phone. 1:45pm.

John walked into Miss D's room passing her bed and opened the dubble doors to her shower room.