He was stroking her thighs, enjoying her soft brown skin. He saw the lace trim and felt the silky smoothness of her lingerie.
“Take it off” he moaned, she whispered “No” and he laughed and said it again “Take them off”.
Before she could answer, before she could say anything, he pulled the black and red Agent Provocateur thong away from her.
She paused, speechless for a moment. He brought the thong to his face, sniffed them and put them into his bag. “You smell so sweet, remember this is my pussy”.
“Yes” she moaned.
After licking her clean, he left her hands tied to the bed and she asked him where he was going.
She heard him unzip his bag and he showed her his collection, a vast array of her undies, no wonder she could not find the La Perla set, he had nicked them, for want of a word.
“You have a panty fetish, you panty thief”.
“No, it’s not a fetish as such, I just love you, I love your pussy”.
“You have to give them back to me”.
“What are you willing to do, to get them back”.
His cock was in her mouth, she sucked him hungrily, his come painting her lips. The contrast of red lipstick and his creamy come was such a turn on.
He leaned forward so that he could push his cock in further, she swallowed and looked up to see him spurting his spunk on her panties.
“Wow, babe. That was a bit you know…”
“Different?”
“Yeah, different”.
“We better get back to the office, they will be wondering where we are”.
They cleaned up, quickly made the bed, she gave the room a spray of perfume and left.
In the afternoon, she received a phone call from one of the clients:
“Well, what do you think, do you reckon we can sell the house?”
“Of course, we have quite a few buyers interested”.
“I can’t thank you enough, my wife says that red thong is just her size she found them in the washing machine. It’s alright love, secret is safe with me. We were young once”.
She put the phone down and he came behind her and uttered “This is so exciting, isn’t it. We have a viewing tomorrow morning, wear red”.
