A knock at the door

Mark awoke groggily to the sound of knocking at his door. It wasn't a loud or urgent kind of knocking, but it was insistent and almost... annoyed. He swung out of bed, smacking his lips as he muttered to himself, "Coming, coming..." and such was his urgency to put a stop to the sound, his head pounding painfully, that it wasn't until he opened it to be met with the stern gaze of a smartly dressed 'Miss' Angela that the events of the night before returned to him.

He tried to hide behind the door but the woman pushed it open, handing him his pants, neatly pressed and folded. He instinctively accepted and as he took them from Angela, she cast her eye over him properly, a wicked smirk forming upon her lips at what she saw.

"My, my..." she said mockingly as she tipped her glasses, her gaze pointedly focused on his crotch. "Looks like someone had a fun night..."

Mark followed her gaze, his eyes widening and cheeks flushing red as he realised his shameful night was on full display, Angela's tights still clinging to him, visibly stained with several thick, still-damp patches of cum.

Angela shook her head at him as she sighed softly, moving her way inside, forcing Mark to back away as she said, "I suppose I will have to do another load..." flashing that same, smug smirk. "Go on, take them off and hand them over." she ordered, holding out her hand.

Mark quickly complied, much to Angela's delight, the young man slipping out of the tights awkwardly, then attempting to cover his spent cock and balls with his hands. She just shook her head again and he removed them, his eagerness to please her evident even in this. Mark did however manage to find some voice as he handed over the soiled garment, speaking to her in a hushed tone.

"Look, my wife will be home tomorrow and... you can't just come barging in like this... she won't... understand."

Angela's eyes twinkled as she watched him squirm, clucking her tongue at him, "Then you will just have to come to me then." she responded. "I rather enjoyed last night's... lesson." she raised the soiled tights and gave them a sniff, "And apparently you did too. But we've only just begun and there's a long way to go..." the grin she flashed Mark sent a shiver up his spine. "Don't keep me waiting too long, or I might just have to introduce myself to this wife of yours."

Mark just nodded, stunned and Angela returned the gesture. "Very good." she asserted, then turned and left, leaving Mark standing naked and in shock. Eventually he shook himself out of his daze, returning to the bedroom and tossing his clean pants onto the bed when something caught his eye. He reached in and opened the first fold to reveal Angela's underwear, the very same he so intimately inspected the night before, freshly cleaned and neatly folded. There was also a note wtitten in perfect cursive.

'A little gift for you. The tights looked sweet, but these will be even prettier. See you tonight.' - Miss Angela

As Mark read the note, his cock stiffening as he turned the silky smooth material over in his hand he knew that he would. He couldn't wait.