No, he needs a moment to recover

"Actually..." Mark began, fighting the urge to gag, "may I use your bathroom?"

A smile broke out across Angela's face at the drunken young man's polite turn of phrase, pleased he had found his manners. She nodded, "Of course, of course you poor boy. You know where it is."

Mark laughed weakly as he stood and scurried to the bathroom, pulling the door shut behind him before leaning over the sink, his head swimming. He gripped onto either side of the basin as he felt a cold sweat break out, fighing the urge to bring up the contents of his stomach. The thought of splashing regurgitated beer all over the refined woman's bathroom shamed him so he did his best to **** it down.

After several minutes Mark's rush started to ease, his nausea lifting, replaced by a warm glowing feeling that seemed to spread throughout his core. The tears having cleared from his eyes he began to look around the room, focusing on different things as he worked to control his breathing. Soon his gaze fell upon the laundry basket, a small pile of clothes visible through the plastic lattice framework. He took a couple of unsteady steps towards it, peering down to inspect its contents.

It was hard to make out much, a couple of blouses and a pair of pants, but then a lacy frill caught his eye, intricate edging to what he assumed must be underwear. Curiosity got the better of Mark and he reached in to retrieve the garment, pulling it from the basket and holding it up to inspect it.

They were indeed underpants, black and sheer with lacy edges. They were not like the briefs-style knickers his wife liked to wear, and while large, neither were they oversized and grandmotherly. This was proper underwear for a proper lady, and his thoughts drifted to Angela wearing them. As he turned them over in his hands he felt a wetness against his fingertips, the realisation that these had been recently worn causing his cock to stiffen inside his trousers.

His curiosity piqued, Mark found the wet spot at the front of the garment and proceeded to turn it inside out, revealing a glistening wet spot, clear viscous fluid mixed with streaks of thicker, white juices still seeping slowly into the material. He brought them to his face and inhaled deeply, Angela's feminine musk filling his nostrils and in turn causing him to become fully erect, his throbbing cock straining against the inside of his pants. He pulled back, inspecting the stain again as the urge to go further grew.