Tim And The Silk French Knickers

Tim went into the garden, he was just wearing his shorts and a pair of flip flops. He was already tanned having spent two weeks in Athens. The term had been a long one and he felt he needed the break. He’d been at uni for nearly a year, and was just coming up to 19. Now he felt he needed a rest, but no sooner had he got home, than his mother had started.


“Oh Tim go on into the garden, pick up the fork, look at the sides it’s just so desperate to be weeded, i just haven’t had the time.”

He picked it up and sighed. He could have argued with his mother. He could have told her he was tired and needed the break and just wanted to be left alone. But then he thought, “Well if i’m in the garden i’m alone any way, at least it’ll kill two birds with one stone and keep mum off my back” He started to dig, pulling out the weeds. It got very hot. He stopped half way through and went in and got a nice cold glass of shandy. Came back out and just sat in the deckchair for a few minutes while he drank a little. Then he was suddenly aware of a presence. He looked up, and saw Diane looking over the garden fence.

“Hello Tim, i didn’t know you were home”

“Hello Diane, yes i’ve only been home for two days and mum’s got me at it already”

“Oh dear, no point me asking you a little favour then ?”

Tim laughed “I’m only joking Diane, what can i do for you ?”

“Well to be honest Tim, since i’ve been on my own, anything that involves a hammer and nails and i’m absolutely useless. I’ve been trying to fix a door back onto my wardrobe, and every time i walk out of the room it falls back off”

Tim laughed, “that’s not a problem, of course i’ll come round and help. Give me a couple of hours to sort out this flower bed of mum’s, i’ll have a quick shower and i’ll come round”

“Oh thank you so much Tim, that’s very kind.”

She turned and walked away, Tim watched her through the fence as she walked towards the house. It had never dawned on him before what an attractive woman she was. She was close to 50, but she was in good shape. She had shorts on, white shorts, her legs were bronzed and long, and she wore flip flops not dissimilar to his own, and he noticed that her toenails were a deep red. She wore a little yellow blouse, which was tied around her waist, and her waist was slim enough for her to get away with it. She had long hair, it was blonde, but she had a few grey streaks in it. One thing he had always noticed, she was always meticulously made up, and always wore a beautiful red lipstick, and he mused that even though she were alone in her garden, she had still taken the trouble to put her makeup on so expertly. He forgot about Diane for a minute, finished his shandy, and started on the garden again. Once it was finished he knew his mother would approve. He went inside, into the bathroom, threw his shorts off, jumped in the shower, had a quick cool down, then stepped out reached for the towel and wrapped it around his waist. He opened a drawer and took out a clean pair of shorts, he didn’t bother with boxers, it was too hot. He put them on, went down stairs, and called through to his mother who was in the kitchen.

“I’m popping next door to Diane’s, she’s just asked me to fix a door in her wardrobe, i won’t be long”

“Ok darling, see you in a bit”

He went next door and knocked on the door. The door opened and he was a bit taken aback. Diane had changed. She was now wearing a dress, white, it was fitted, just to her knee, with little t-straps. It was pretty obvious she was not wearing a bra, and although under the circumstances with the heat it was acceptable, he felt a little uncomfortable. He tried to keep his eyes averted and smiled

“Here i am”

“Oh thank you darling, i do appreciate this, come on in”

She took him up to the bedroom, and there was the door hanging off. There were screws and screwdrivers and hammers on the floor.

“Don’t worry Diane, i’m sure i’ll be able to make something of this and get it back on for you”

“Oh you are a sweetie Tim, i’ll go and get you a nice cool drink”

She left the room and shut the door behind her. He stood up and surveyed the wardrobe. There was a wash bin right next to it, so he picked it up to move it out of the way, but as he did the lid slid off. He bent down to pick the lid up but then saw inside the basket. The most beautiful soft lingerie, red, black, yellow, pink, beautiful silk panties, high leg french knickers, every sort you can imagine. He couldn’t resist but to pop his head in the basket and sniff, and then he shook his head

“What am i doing ??”

He had never done anything like this before, he was still a virgin, and didn’t have much time for girls, he didn’t know what came over him. He went back to the wardrobe and picked up the door, but he couldn’t concentrate. There was just this niggling niggling thing in his brain, that wanted to take him back over to that basket. In the end he just thought “it’s no good”, he lent the door against the wardrobe. He went back to the basket. He felt guilty and he dithered, and then he slowly bent down and picked up a pair of the panties. They were beautiful silk pink panties. He held them for a moment, knowing he should just drop them back in, but he couldn’t. “Wouldn’t hurt” he thought, “just one little sniff”. He’d never smelt a woman before, not properly, only his mother’s Chanel No 5. He slowly put them to his nose, and took a deep smell of them. He was instantly heady, for a moment he thought he was going to faint, and he was aware that his cock had gone rock hard. He smelt them again, this time smothering his face in them. He became brave, and he started to lick them, he wanted to taste her. He was so engrossed that he didn’t notice Diane walk in with a glass of lemonade.

She stood for a moment watching him. She observed as he licked them and sniffed them, then she looked down and noticed the hardness in his shorts. It startled her, but then she regained her composure.

“Tim !”

He was shocked and immediately dropped them back into the basket. Guilt was written all over his face. He turned to towards her, but he couldn’t hide the fact that his cock was erect, especially as he had no underwear on. He bent his head down and looked at his feet, and shuffled from side to side, not knowing what to say. There was silence between them. Eventually he lifted his head and looked at her, and was absolutely surprised to see that she was smiling.

“Well Tim, you like my panties ?”

He stuttered and stumbled, looking for words to explain himself. He was mortified at his embarrassment. Oh my god how he wanted to just curl up in a ball or run away. But Diane didn’t seem angry, if anything she seemed amused. She slowly walked over, put the lemonade down on the dressing table. She bent over and picked up the pink panties out of the basket.

“Were these the ones you liked Tim ?”

He felt his face flush. She bent again, but this time, she picked up a pair of maroon lacy french knickers.

“What about these Tim ? do you like these ?”

His face was still flushed, but he was more concerned about the state of his cock, and he knew he had a wet patch on the front his shorts, which he tried desperately to hide. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by Diane.

“So answer me Tim ? Do you like these french knickers ?”

“They’re beautiful Diane, but please please dont tell my mum”

Diane laughed softly “Why would i tell your mother ? But if you do a little something for me, i think we can call it quits”

“Yes i will, i’m going to fix the wardrobe now”

“No no no Tim not just the wardrobe, i think you owe me a little more than just fixing my wardrobe.”

She held up the french knickers, then she put them against his waist.

“Oh yes i like that, take off your shorts”

His hand flew to his mouth.

“Take off my shorts ? Why would i want to take off my shorts ?”

“Because i’m telling you to”

He knew he didn’t have much option, so he slipped them down and stepped out of them. He stood there absolutely naked. He had a wonderful body, he always worked out, and of course his cock was very nice too, and it hadn’t gone unnoticed. Diane stood back and looked at him slowly up and down several times. He didn’t know where to put his face. He tried to cover himself with his hands but she immediately said

“No, no no no, hands behind your back”

He felt compelled to do as he was told.

“No come here Tim”

As she spoke she bent down and held the knickers open for him. He was puzzled at first, and then she indicated with her head, and said

“Come along step into them”

He did as he was told. She slowly pulled them up until he was wearing them. She noticed his cock had got even harder, and she could see the wet spot on the knickers.

“Do you like wearing them ?”

He blushed.

“I asked you a question Tim, do you like wearing them ?”

“I’ve never done anything like this before Diane, but yes, i do”

“Good, you will keep them on while you fix the wardrobe”

She left the room and left him to it. He worked hard, he was clever with his hands, and soon had the door back on, but for the whole time his cock remained erect, in fact when she entered the room again, he was still erect but his balls were aching. She walked over to him and stroked his cheek.

“Oh bless you Tim, you’ve done such a good job, and under such difficult circumstances, you deserve a reward”

“No really, it’s ok Diane, i dont want paying i’m happy to do it”

She smiled at him “Did i mention money Tim ?”

She slowly slid to the ground until she was on her knees in front of him. She could see his cock through the very thin material of the french knickers. Very slowly with her long nails she stroked up and down his shaft, and then she took hold of his cock and squeezed it. She started to stroke it with the material of the knickers. Tim thought his head was going to burst. He’d never had a woman touch him so intimately, let alone somebody old enough to be his mother. She was gentle, and then she moved forward and then he felt her tongue on his shaft slowly licking up and down, until she was licking around the head of his cock. He felt her long nails slip inside the waistband of the knickers. She took his cock into her mouth. She sucked as she pushed it to the back of her throat until she was almost gagging on it, two or three times, her head moved backwards and forwards, he tried to pull away when he realised that he was going to cum, but she held onto his hips and pulled him to her, and so he came in her mouth, and only then did she slowly drawer his cock from her mouth, sucking every drop of spunk. Then she stood up, and without a word she put her lips on his, pushed her tongue into his mouth, so he could taste his own cum. Then she backed away from him.

“You better slip off my panties. Pop them in the basket. Thank you Tim for your help. Now i have things to do, you can see yourself out can’t you ?”

“Yes Mistress, thank you” then he thought, “Mistress ? where did that come from”

He put his shorts back on and he left. But so much was going around in his head.


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