My figure is Grace Patricia Kelly and im a 17 class old girl who still attends high-pitched schooling. I have always been an above average student, doing plenty studying and not in with the most popular crowd. I am an only tiddler and live with my parents and spend most of my free prison term either going to athletics, studying or seeing my friends. I am 5"3, size 8 slim toned runners build with blond hair and a 32b thorax.

Day 1 - monday
My parents have spent the last few calendar month planning to get our kitchen done up and I knew the work was supposed to be getting started today. As I arrived home from another slow day at school I heard the loud clatter of builders knocking out our kitchen units and just generally being loud and mussy so I decided to go straight to my bedchamber and get my prep done for tomorrow. Every now and then I heard one of the builders coming up the stairs to use the toilet which was really off putting when I was trying to contract so I eventually just gave up on the preparation and decided to head downstairs to see what food we had just as my mum and dad simultaneously arrived home.
After the usual"hi, how was your day ?"chat the three of us wondered into the kitchen to see what had been done. There were 3 constructor, piles of old kitchen and a fridge, cooker and washing political machine in the middle of the room. My parents went to ask one of the constructor how things were going and how farseeing they think things should rent as they were knocking down a aristocrat wall and putting a new one in but in a slightly different place. I went straight for the fridge to see what was for dinner or what I could nosh on.
I was still in my school uniform which consisted of a white blouse, schooling tie, short blacken doll and pitch-black tights. I wasn't really paying attention to the conversation the others were having but while looking in the fridge I thought I could feel a yoke of oculus burning into the rachis of me. Without trying to draw any More attention I adjusted my skirt ensuring it was down and I wasn't exposing myself. After getting some cherry tomato plant to keep myself going until dinner I turned around to chit-chat to my parents but it was around 5pm so the builders were finishing for the day and they were tidying their things and my parents were saying they will see them tomorrow. During the goodbyes I kept glancing at the builder who I thought was checking me out to see if he was still looking but I didn't catch him once. He looked around mid 40s and wasn't exactly attractive so I thought I had made a mistake and just forgot about it.

Day 2 - tuesday
The battering started before I was even out the door for school, I hoped it wouldn't take them much longer. After school that day I had athletic contest training so would be home after 5pm. On arriving home I saw my parent's car along with the builders vans and was surprised as I thought they would be finished by now. I was tired, sweaty and wearing lycra cycling shorts and a t-shirt from the raceway and couldn't be bothered having to keep open out peoples way. I never really manage about how I look when im education as nigh people are there for the same purpose and just focus on running. As I was entering the house the constructor were just saying goodbye and packing to leave for the day. This time the Saami guy was definitely checking me out, he practically followed me up the stairs with his regard and I could sense his eyes on my bum as I climbed the stairs. I heard the room access shut and the builders leave.
I was too tired to think and went straight to the bathroom, started undressing and turned on the shower bath. As I peeled my short circuit off my sweaty branch and started to hit my underclothing I couldn't help notice that I was slightly hot and turned on a little and that it must have been the heart of the builder burning a hole in my bum as I came in. I check myself out in the shower and thought I did have a pretty sound body, toned stomach and ramification, a pert smashed bum but couldn't help hope that my breasts grew a bit from the b cup they currently were. I had a cold shower bath, cooled off and forgot about the unhurt incident.

Day 3 - wednesday
Getting home from school the next day, I went straight to my bedroom, lay on my stomach and take out my books as I had heaps to do for the next day. I was getting used to all the noise at this pointedness, the constant up and down the stairs, the banging, the muffled talking through the ceiling. I was so caught up in my work and getting so used to ignoring the noises that I wondered how long it had taken me to notice the very quiet breathing coming from behind my threshold. I was immediately nervous but tried not to show I noticed. It was the builder that was perving on me out the hold out two days, I don't think he realised but I could just see him and just enough to make him out by turning my heart and looking in my mirror but I pretended to keep reading and writing on my bed.
After about 2 more minutes the wickedness he created in the gap was replaced by light the whole distance of the gap in the door and I could no longer get a line the respiration so I knew he was gone. I could palpate my heart pounding in my chest and I was trying to calm myself down. Once I managed to I stepped outside my room to draw sure as shooting he wasn't there and I just caught the 3 builder leaving for the tertiary day but didn't get even as much as a glimpse from the deviant as he walked out my front room access. Returning to my room I decided to look through my door as he had done to see how much of me he could see and earn he must have been able to see right up my skirt. I had sparse pitch blackness tights on and a pink cotton thong which was definitely visible through the tights. I was appauled, angry, I felt so apply and degraded that mortal who was supposed to be a professional working in my theatre was in fact just a dirty old man who liked creeping on youthful 17 yr old girls.
5 minutes later after calming down I went to the bathroom to pee. As I was sitting on the toilet I noticed a black Cardigan hanging out the top of the laundry basket. I cleaned myself up and went to investigate. It was the one I had been wearing at the weekend ... it was not Wednesday. The last clothes which I had put in here were my training gear from the day before so that should have been at the bottom. My parents have a separate washables basketball hoop in their room and my mum does the washing at the weekend so I immediately knew it must throw been the pervy builder. I couldn't believe how furious I was, how dirty I felt ... how horny I was.

Day 4 - thursday
As I was walking down my street about 200m from my house I saw the constructor van root for away. I had spent the whole day at school thinking about how disgusting it was and how wrong it was that I was turned on by that contaminating man checking me out and rummaging around my wear out underwear. I shouted hi to my parents, ran straight up the stairs and into the bathroom to find out if he had been at it again. There, at the top of the handbasket, was the pink cotton wool thong I was wearing yesterday when he had been looking through my threshold. I was surprised he wasn't taking them at this charge per unit for his perverted needs but on looking closer noticed a damp patch on the front of the crotch.
I picked it up and the G-string was soaking. The inside of the crotch was covered in a thick white message ... the dirty pervert had cum in my used thong !
I felt so disgusting and dirty and immediately turned the cascade on, lifted my bird, peeled down my tights and electric current dampness step-in and started furiously rubbing my button. I was soaking. The knickers I was wearing today were practically blind drunk than the flip-flop in the basket that he had just cum on. I plunged 2 fingerbreadth into my 17 year old pussy and brought myself to a quick climax before right stripping bare and showering for 40 mo to try and experience clean house.

Day 5 - friday
I wanted to take matter further but didn't want to let him jazz I knew what he was up to and that I liked it. Today I didn't wear tights, this was my daring plan. I had been turned on all day thinking about it and at several occasions throughout the day could feel the wet between my peg and I couldn't wait to get home. I had on one of my sexiest blackamoor, fortify G-string. As soon as I went to the home I dashed to my bedroom and started touching myself gently through my underwear occasionally pushing them gently just into the opening of my pussy. I was amazingly randy and worried I might get too carried away so I stopped there.
I went down the stair, straight to the kitchen where my mum and the builders were chatting. It looked enceinte and almost ended and I overheard my mum being told they would be in for a few minute tomorrow and that would be it cease. I started my plan by checking out all the new cupboards. I picked my moments as carefully as I could when everyone seemed distracted and engrossed in conversation and bent at the pelvic girdle to check out a particular cupboard or reached overly high to see into another the unanimous prison term making sure the bottom of by bum was exposed so he, if he was looking, which I assumed he was from time to time, would be able to clearly see what underwear I had on today.
I made sure everyone could learn as I announced to my mum I was going turn to Sarah's house. I got changed, put my thong in the wash basket and saw there was clearly white stains on the crotch from my wetness all day. I ran to the front door, slammed it shut but ran straight to my bedroom and hid. Within 5 second there were footstep on the step and mortal went into the bathroom emerging 10 arcminute later ... I knew it was him. I heard the builder leave some time later, I checked out the thong which was covered in heap loads of cum. I couldn't help it, I masterbated furiously and even licked the crotch of my own underclothing tasting his cum mixed with my juices. It was the slap-up orgasm of my life. It felt so improper.

Day 6 - Saturday
I woke early for a Saturday hearing the van door shut outside. My parents were already up and about, let the detergent builder in and they started getting to exercise. I put on some baby grim cotton pantie, my lycra shorts and a smaller tighter t-shirt which partially exposed my midsection. I went to the mirror and adjusted my drawers so about 2-3cm of my underclothes was seeable at the cover of my drawers. On entering the kitchen I told my parents I was going for a run, I could see the perv checking out my ass and knew he could see the top of my knickers and my panty pipeline through the shorts.
It excited me. My second joint rubbing and my underwear wet during the whole run made my knees imperfect and it difficult to run. I thought I was going to come to an orgasm about 3 times but never did. After about 40 proceedings I was tired, sweaty and horny. I got back to the house, went to the kitchen for a bottle of water, told everyone I was going for a shower and went to my elbow room. I stripped off, left my sweaty, wet panties on the level of my sleeping room along with the rest of my clothes with the door wide open. I knew the builders would be finished soon so I would go down and see them out. On coming out of the exhibitioner I saw my scanty on the floor of my room soaked, covered in cum with a bombastic dampish patch soaked all the way through the crotch. I couldn't believe the spunk of him, now he wasn't even being discreet.
I picked them up, they were still warm from my run but mostly his cum. It hadn't even properly soaked in, he must stimulate just finished and I saw it moving around the pants as I picked them up. I put my finger in it, licked it scavenge and felt myself getting wet all over again. My clit was throbbing.
I pulled on a top, short Edward White skirt, and finally ... my infant wild blue yonder, cum soaked sweaty panties. As I pulled them up my legs I could feel the wet cum soak into my pussy, it felt great. My clit was rubbing against the cloth of the scanty and I could feel his cum seeping into my slit and the footling pubic hair I had get all tangled up with the cum. I pulled up the skirt and admired myself in the mirror and there was a large wickedness dampness plot of ground right on the front of the crotch from his cum and it only made me wetter.
I went downstairs, entered the kitchen and sat on one of the new mellow bar fecal matter at the breakfast bar. I deliberately faced the perv and go on my legs just a picayune bit to wide and almost instantly he noticed. His fount was a photograph, genuinely shocked. He looked scared as if I was going to say something before realising I was clearly being a dirty girl wearing my dirty undies which he had just came in. I knew he could see the damp spot as his hands went straight to his pockets as he started to get an erection in his trousers. It must have been obvious, he was staring at my pussy, at the damp spot his cum had made, at the young 17 year old girl wearing dirty knickers he had cum in seeping into her pussy.
I went flat upstairs and had an even better climax than the day before, it took mere minutes. I licked the crotch clean, shoved the panty in my pussy and rubbed my clitoris furiously before cumming all over the panty and pulling them back out and even rubbing them over my lilliputian brown cakehole at the rachis. They stank of my pussy juice, cum, exertion and even slightly that musky scent of my ass. I snuck downstairs, put the panties in his jacket crown pocket just in time for my parents to see the builders to the room access, give them their coats, chat about the bill and leave behind. As he left I gave him a trice knowing as soon as he put his helping hand in his air pocket he would feel that wet used pair of panty I had worn all day, he had seen me wearing with his cum in them and that I then had in my kitty-cat while I masterbated.
Im sure he had many Sir Thomas More wanks with that pair for a long time after ... I know I did just thinking about it.

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