Krystal arrives with the knickers

Agatha’s still working in the garden when you arrive. You could disturb her but decide against it. You know what she’ll want to talk about, whether you’re keeping her on. You still haven’t decided. She’s probably working late to influence your decision. It’s influencing it but knowing how much pay you have will influence it more, and you won’t learn that until tomorrow, pay day.

Try to ignore her. Cook a quick meal, grilled pork chop, new potatoes and collection of veg. Then you return to marking homework.

The doorbell breaks the drudgery. It’s Krystal, with a satisfied smirk on her face. You invite her in. Once in, she wraps herself around you and you delve into a deep and passionate kiss. Having kissed you Krystal looks around.

“I thought you’d have company. Unless you’ve bought another car. The mini.”

Agatha’s still here. “Oh no, that’s the gardener’s car.”

“A bit late to still be working, isn’t it?”

“I think she’s trying to impress me. Her contract with my mother ends this month, and she’s trying to convince me to keep her on. She’s out in the garden. Do you want a drink?”

“I won’t say no.”

You head to the kitchen and grab a couple of beers from the fridge, Krystal follows you. From the kitchen she peers out into the garden. She spots Agatha.

“Your gardener’s female, and cute. I think I know how you’ll be deciding.”

“I don’t know whether I can afford her.”

“If you fuck her maybe she’ll cut her prices. What? I know you want to, and we’ve already ascertained I’m not the jealous type. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be bringing you these.” She holds up her newly acquired panties. “From the one you requested.”

“Don’t wave them around. What will Agatha think if she sees?”

“She’ll see me waving a pair of panties. I’m sure she’s a woman of the world. Admittedly they’re not really my type. Ok, I’d struggle to fit in them, but I doubt she’ll notice that from over there. Maybe I should call her in?”

“What are you doing?”

“Embarrassed that you’re getting me to steal other women’s panties? I could steal her panties if you want?”

“How?”

“I’ll find a way. Or I could just go out there and tell her you’ve got a big cock and you’re a very satisfying ride. Or we could just show her.”

Her hand reaches down and fondles your groin. Then with expert care she unzips your trousers, delves into your underwear and pulls out your cock. The next moment she’s down on her knees, slurping greedily on your sausage. Thankfully the layout of the kitchen and the windows mean Agatha will see nothing.

Krystal really knows how to suck cock. You’re hard in no time. Her tongue runs along its length. Her mouth sucks greedily on its bulb. Her nose is in your trousers as she slips as much of it into her mouth as she can. You groan in satisfaction.

She pulls back, her thin web of saliva dangling from her lips, another stream hanging from your cockhead. She wipes her mouth and stands. Then she leans over the countertop, lifts her ass, pulls up her skirt, and pushes her knickers aside to reveal her slit.

“Go on big boy, let’s give her something to watch.”

You can’t resist. You line your cock up with her revealed snatch and push your way in. Both of you let out a satisfied growl as you sink into her hot, wet tunnel.

“God, you don’t know how much I wanted to take those knickers and rub myself with them. The idea of you intruding into her dreams and manipulating them, it turns me on. Promise me, oh yes, that’s it, promise me, that when you’ve got her, you’ll let me join in.”

“I promise,” you whisper, as you thrust with all your might. You’re pounding her into the worktop. You’re pressing her prodigious bosom into the cupboards beneath it. Her arms reach out to grab anything they can, anything to keep herself standing.

“Oh look, she’s looking this way.”

You look down the garden. Krystal’s right. Agatha’s looking this way. What does she see? Krystal propped against the worktop, you standing behind her. Is that enough to tell her what’s happening? Instinct makes you pause.

“Don’t you dare stop. Don’t you dare.”

And you daren’t. You carry on, although you try to keep your body immobile, while you thrust with your hips. You even attempt a wave, that Agatha responds in kind. And then any attempt to keep calm is lost, as Krystal’s orgasm invokes your own.

You tidy up. Krystal finishes her drink and leaves. By the time she does Agatha has also left. Leaving you with only a pair of panties to fuel your dreams.