Finally

In the eighteen years you’ve known Wendy, you’ve never thought she was anything but beautiful. You couldn’t count how many nights you’d spent jacking off to thoughts of her straddling you, or sucking your dick. One time, you snuck into her house (she and her family never locked the door) and entered her bedroom. Carefully you opened the door to her closet and found the place where she kept her bras. Sorting through them, you selected an orange one and pulled it from the pile. The cups were silky and just filled your hands, and for a moment you imagined it was her handful breasts you were holding. Then you lay down on her bed where she fucks her husband and pulled your pants down to your ankles, wrapping one of the bra cups around your hard, long cock.

Slowly you masturbated with the bra, letting the other cup tickle your scrotum. As you did it, you thought of her, kneeling between your legs, titfucking you with her small breasts. But it wasn’t enough. You needed to complete the sensory experience. So you got up, leaving your pants on the floor, and went to the laundry room. From the hamper you fished a pair of her sexy black lace panties. Probably only worn when she seduced Tim, her husband. Your uncle.

Pushing them to your face with one hand and still jacking off with the other, you inhaled her scent. That was enough for you, and you came into the cup of the bra. Once you had finished, pumping all of your semen into the garment, you dropped both it and the panties into the laundry basket and pulled up your pants.

Now, almost a year later, you thougth about this moment as you drove towards her house once again.