An Escape...?
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
latergator
James held his non-existent breath as Maria's eyes bore into him, questions and curiosity swirling within those beautiful orbs. He felt her stretch him a little, gently testing the elasticity of the strange panties that had mysteriously appeared on her bed. Was she thinking of wearing him? The moment that thought crossed his mind, his gaze slid down, gliding over the glistening bounty of her plump breasts and her soft midsection, to her crotch - and to the soaking blue panties that clung to her most private part like a second skin. He mentally swallowed. Was that to be his fate?
Alas, it was not. With a shrug and sudden change in expression to indifference, Maria released the grip the fingers of her right hand had on him, letting his left side drop. His right side still held by the fingers of her other hand, he would've fallen into a light swing had Maria not idly flicked her wrist as she released her grip on him completely, tossing him towards the centre of the bed. He was airborne for but a second; then he hit the covers. The impact was insignificant and painless, softness colliding mutely with softness, yet James still found himself needing a moment to regain his bearings, more thanks to the startling suddenness of his short flight than it's landing.
When his faint daze passed, James looked over to see Maria gathering up the duo of undergarments that had been resting here originally, reaching now for the bra with her left hand while the panties were held securely in her right. He watched as she lifted the piece of clothing up and tucked it with it's sibling in her right hand. Then, to his confusion, she turned and made her way to the door. He had been expecting her to finishing changing here and now, letting all her sweaty clothes amass into a pile on the floor, but instead she grabbed the handle, opened the door, and stepped out into the hall, cyan bra and blue panties still clinging to her.
He waited for a few minutes just in case Maria came back. When she did not, and he did not hear anything from outside the room, James focused. The strawberry pink panties disappeared from reality, replaced by a teenage boy laying face-up on the bed. He sat up, carefully pushed and shimmied to the edge, and after planting both his feet on the floor and standing up, he tiptoed over to the door. Grasping the handle, he froze himself still and listened intensely once again. Again he heard nothing.
Cautiously, feeling like a surgeon transplanting a heart, he opened the door to find...
Alas, it was not. With a shrug and sudden change in expression to indifference, Maria released the grip the fingers of her right hand had on him, letting his left side drop. His right side still held by the fingers of her other hand, he would've fallen into a light swing had Maria not idly flicked her wrist as she released her grip on him completely, tossing him towards the centre of the bed. He was airborne for but a second; then he hit the covers. The impact was insignificant and painless, softness colliding mutely with softness, yet James still found himself needing a moment to regain his bearings, more thanks to the startling suddenness of his short flight than it's landing.
When his faint daze passed, James looked over to see Maria gathering up the duo of undergarments that had been resting here originally, reaching now for the bra with her left hand while the panties were held securely in her right. He watched as she lifted the piece of clothing up and tucked it with it's sibling in her right hand. Then, to his confusion, she turned and made her way to the door. He had been expecting her to finishing changing here and now, letting all her sweaty clothes amass into a pile on the floor, but instead she grabbed the handle, opened the door, and stepped out into the hall, cyan bra and blue panties still clinging to her.
He waited for a few minutes just in case Maria came back. When she did not, and he did not hear anything from outside the room, James focused. The strawberry pink panties disappeared from reality, replaced by a teenage boy laying face-up on the bed. He sat up, carefully pushed and shimmied to the edge, and after planting both his feet on the floor and standing up, he tiptoed over to the door. Grasping the handle, he froze himself still and listened intensely once again. Again he heard nothing.
Cautiously, feeling like a surgeon transplanting a heart, he opened the door to find...
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