A pleasant monsoon day it was. The whole house was in disarray. Everything was scattered all over the place. Since we will be moving into a new home in two weeks, my mother and I were getting rid of everything we didn’t use.
It is as a result of the college I attended. We have lived here my entire life due to the nearby school; even though I am now an adult, I still require a house close by to cut down on the amount of time I spend traveling. Make your way! Someone was knocking on the door. To make sure, I went to the hall.
The man was middle-aged and was wearing a lungi and shirt. I was informed by him that he ran an orphanage. He inquired whether we had any unused children’s clothing. My mother rushed out and stated that many people are staring at me.
Yes, I have a lot of clothes in my closet. I was still wearing the clothes I wore in middle school. With a big grin on her face, my mother asked me to clean my cupboard and thanked the man for coming at the right time. I sighed and thought, “Extra chores.”
There were numerous when I opened the cupboard. Although some of them are my favorites, I need to make sure that it still fits me. Other than adding healthy fat to my apple boobs and watermelon bums, I haven’t changed much. The man overheard me talking about this to my mother.
He informed me that he would be delighted to visit us tomorrow so that we could take our time getting dressed. My mother replied, “Okay, that’s great,” and the man left.
I was told by my mother to always have clothes ready. She is going grocery shopping for vegetables as usual. I started taking the clothes out of the closet one at a time. I divided the ones that were too small on one side and the ones that seemed suspicious on the other.
I was delighted to try on my favorite skirt when I discovered it among the assortment of clothing. Throughout my time in middle school, it was one of my go-to dresses. It became pretty clear to me as I wore it that it wouldn’t fit. I wore it, but I was unable to zip it because the zip in the back does not reach my melon bum.
I laughed loudly when I looked in the mirror. Almost nothing was covered by this skirt. I couldn’t zip my pants, so they were visible from behind. My thighs were exposed to the fullest extent. If someone saw me in this state, I thought it would be a wonderful site.
I felt chills throughout my body at the mere thought of it. I seemed pretty hot. To see how much the skirt would rise, I slightly bent down. It didn’t require a lot of effort. Half of my panty was exposed by a slight bend. At that point, the slut in me took control.
My encounter with the Gorkha has been long overdue. Reliving those beautiful, tense moments was something I always looked forward to. I want to demonstrate this to someone and observe their response. My first thought was the orphanage guy, but how do you do it when mom is present?
Most likely while she’s working in the kitchen? Risky because the window is too small. All day, I kept thinking about that. I considered going pantless because it would only be a brief peek. When mom is present, there is no way. Even at home, I am always required to wear my underwear.
I found an old panty as I quickly looked through my clothing. I thought, “Maybe this could work.” It was red, which stood out perfectly against my sparkling white bubble bum. However, there was only one issue. The front of it had a hole.
Since I will only reveal my back, the hole shouldn’t be a problem. I went to the mirror after wearing the pant with a lot of effort. Hmmm. I was underestimating the size of this. Due to the tension caused by my butt, it barely covered my bum. The fabric is cracking as it rolls in.
I thought it was almost a g-string, slightly exposed but perfect. I laughed right away because the tiny opening in the front revealed my pubic hair. I put on the skirt once more, looked in the mirror, and tried to pick something up from the floor.
90% of my buttock is visible, with a faint red line, as expected. I considered this to be too risky. But because it only lasted a moment, I convinced myself that everything should be fine. Thinking about how to carry this out while my mother was at home kept me from falling asleep all night.
Each of the various scenarios I was envisioning was risky. I slipped my fingers down to my panty and realized I was still wearing the panty with the hole because the tension and excitement made me so horny. While quietly massaging my clit, I slipped my index finger into the opening.
I went deeper and deeper over time. Through the pantyhose hole, my finger now moves back and forth within my pussy. I couldn’t stop myself either. My pants and fingers were getting wet, and my pussy was gushing out juices. I stroked it like there was no tomorrow and increased the speed and thrust.
Triikkkkkk! I heard something. Fuck. The panty’s tiny hole just got bigger. Currently, it is a slit. Since this panty has no backup, it is the only star of tomorrow’s show, so I quietly pulled out my finger. I tried to fall asleep by licking my fingers with the juices.
I waited patiently until morning. The day was cloudy and dark. Dad went to the office early. I’m helping Mom with some housework. In addition, I was anticipating the man in my tiny underwear while still in my pajamas. Then, all of a sudden, mom said that she needed to stitch a blouse.
She might need to go to the tailor today. My eyes grew wider. There, I saw an opportunity. I made the casual comment that it appears that it will rain heavily today. Why don’t you leave right now and return before it rains? You can also finish shopping for vegetables with it.
She thought it was a great idea, which surprised me. She quickly changed in the five minutes that followed. If it rained and I went outside, she told me to get the clothes from the terrace.
My heart rate began to rise. I have complete privacy and the house to myself. I altered my intentions. I’ll go a little bit further than I originally thought. Yet how? How many more steps? What happens in the event of an error?
The stakes are very high because it is in my home. What if he discovers that I’m doing it deliberately? Is he going to exploit me? Will he pursue me? Do you want more? My thoughts ran wild. But all that was on my mind was having fun.