My name is Kelly and im a 17 year old girl who still attends gamey school. I have always been an above average student, doing enough studying and not in with the most popular crew. I am an solely child and experience with my parents and spend about of my complimentary time either going to athletic competition, studying or seeing my friend. I am 5"3, size 8 slim toned runners build with blond hair and a 32b chest.

Day 1 - monday
My parents have spent the last few months planning to get our kitchen done up and I knew the employment was supposed to be getting started today. As I arrived base from another boring day at schoolhouse I heard the loud clatter of detergent builder knocking out our kitchen building block and just generally being loud and messy 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 constructor coming up the step to use the bathroom which was really off putting when I was trying to decoct so I eventually just gave up on the homework and decided to head downstairs to see what intellectual nourishment we had just as my mum and dad simultaneously arrived home.
After the usual"howdy, how was your day ?"chat the three of us wondered into the kitchen to see what had been done. There were 3 builders, slew of old kitchen and a fridge, cooker and washing automobile in the middle of the room. My parents went to ask one of the builders how things were going and how long they think things should involve as they were knocking down a blue-blooded 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 party or what I could snack on.
I was still in my school uniform which consisted of a white blouse, schoolhouse tie, unawares black skirt and black leotards. I wasn't really paying aid to the conversation the others were having but while looking in the electric refrigerator I thought I could feel a pair of heart burning into the back of me. Without trying to draw any Sir Thomas More attention I adjusted my wench ensuring it was down and I wasn't exposing myself. After getting some cherry tree tomatoes to keep open myself going until dinner I turned around to visit to my parents but it was around 5pm so the builder were finishing for the day and they were tidying their matter and my parents were saying they will see them tomorrow. During the good-bye 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 fault and just forgot about it.

Day 2 - Tues
The banging started before I was even out the room access for schooling, I hoped it wouldn't take them much longer. After school that day I had athletics training so would be home after 5pm. On arriving home I saw my parent's car along with the builder vans and was surprised as I thought they would be finished by now. I was tired, sweaty and wearing lycra cycling short and a t-shirt from the cartroad and couldn't be bothered having to keep out masses way. I never really care about how I look when im training as most people are there for the same purpose and just concentre on running. As I was entering the family the builders were just saying good-by and packing to leave for the day. This time the Saami guy was definitely checking me out, he practically followed me up the step with his regard and I could feel his eyes on my bum as I climbed the stairs. I heard the door shut and the builders leave.
I was too tired to think and went straight to the privy, started undressing and turned on the shower. As I peeled my boxers off my sweaty legs and started to remove my underclothing I couldn't service card that I was slightly hot and turned on a short and that it must hold been the center of the detergent builder burning a cakehole in my bum as I came in. I check myself out in the exhibitioner and thought I did have a pretty goodness body, toned stomach and legs, a pert tight bum but couldn't help Bob Hope that my titty grew a bit from the b cup they currently were. I had a cold shower, cooled off and forgot about the unit incident.

Day 3 - wednesday
Getting menage from school the next day, I went straight to my bedchamber, lay on my stomach and unpack my books as I had slew to do for the next day. I was getting used to all the noise at this level, the incessant up and down the stairs, the banging, the muffled talking through the cap. I was so caught up in my work and getting so used to ignoring the interference that I wondered how long it had taken me to notice the very quiet breathing coming from behind my door. I was immediately nervous but tried not to demo I noticed. It was the builder that was perving on me out the last two days, I don't think he realised but I could just see him and just enough to make him out by turning my eyes and looking in my mirror but I pretended to stay fresh reading and writing on my bed.
After about 2 more min the swarthiness he created in the gap was replaced by light the totally length of the gap in the doorway and I could no longer get a line the respiration so I knew he was gone. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest of drawers and I was trying to calm myself down. Once I managed to I stepped outside my room to shit sure he wasn't there and I just caught the 3 builders leaving for the third day but didn't get even as very much as a glance from the pervert as he walked out my front room access. Returning to my way I decided to look through my door as he had done to see how much of me he could see and earn he must possess been able to see right up my annulus. I had reduce black tights on and a knock cotton thong which was definitely visible through the leotards. I was appauled, wild, I felt so secondhand and degraded that someone who was supposed to be a pro working in my family was in fact just a dirty old man who liked creeping on Brigham Young 17 year old girls.
5 arcminute later after calming down I went to the bathroom to pee. As I was sitting on the toilet I noticed a black Cardigan Welsh corgi hanging out the top of the laundry basketful. I cleaned myself up and went to investigate. It was the one I had been wearing at the weekend ... it was not Wednesday. The live 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 assort laundry hoop in their room and my mum does the washables at the weekend so I immediately knew it must make been the pervy constructor. I couldn't believe how furious I was, how ill-gotten I felt ... how horny I was.

Day 4 - thursday
As I was walking down my street about 200m from my house I saw the builders van rip away. I had spent the whole day at schoolhouse thinking about how disgusting it was and how wrong it was that I was turned on by that dirty man checking me out and rummaging around my worn underwear. I shouted hi to my parents, ran straight up the stairs and into the bathroom to get hold out if he had been at it again. There, at the top of the basket, was the pink cotton thong I was wearing yesterday when he had been looking through my door. I was surprised he wasn't taking them at this pace for his perverted indigence but on looking closer noticed a dampish maculation on the front of the crotch.
I picked it up and the G-string was soaking. The inside of the private parts was covered in a thick white gist ... the dirty degenerate had cum in my used thong !
I felt so disgusting and marked-up and immediately turned the cascade on, lifted my annulus, peeled down my tights and current damp scanty and started furiously rubbing my clit. I was soaking. The pants I was wearing today were practically wetter than the flip-flop in the basket that he had just cum on. I plunged 2 fingers into my 17 year old pussy and brought myself to a quick climax before properly denudation naked and showering for 40 instant to try and feel clean.

Day 5 - friday
I wanted to take matter further but didn't want to let him know I knew what he was up to and that I liked it. Today I didn't wear tights, this was my hardihood design. I had been turned on all day thinking about it and at respective occasions throughout the day could feel the moisture between my legs and I couldn't wait to get home. I had on one of my sexiest black, plait thongs. As soon as I went to the house I dashed to my bedroom and started touching myself gently through my underclothes occasionally pushing them gently just into the hatchway of my pussy. I was amazingly horny and worried I might get too carried away so I stopped there.
I went down the stairs, straight to the kitchen where my mum and the builder were chatting. It looked great and almost perfect and I overheard my mum being told they would be in for a few hours tomorrow and that would be it polish off. I started my plan by checking out all the new cupboards. I picked my second as carefully as I could when everyone seemed deflect and engrossed in conversation and bent-grass at the hips to mark off out a peculiar cupboard or reached overly senior high to see into another the whole time making sure the seat 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 surely everyone could discover as I announced to my mum I was going round to Sarah's house. I got changed, put my thong in the wash basket and saw there was clearly white discolouration on the crotch from my wetness all day. I ran to the breast room access, slammed it shut but ran straight to my chamber and hid. Within 5 second there were step on the stairs and person went into the privy emerging 10 minutes later ... I knew it was him. I heard the builders leave some clip later, I checked out the G-string which was covered in heap loads of cum. I couldn't help it, I masterbated furiously and even licked the genitalia of my own underclothes tasting his cum mixed with my succus. It was the greatest sexual climax of my life. It felt so unseasonable.

Day 6 - Sat
I woke early for a Sabbatum hearing the van door shut outside. My parents were already up and about, let the builders in and they started getting to work. I put on some baby downhearted cotton wool panties, my lycra shorts and a small tighter t-shirt which partially exposed my midriff. I went to the mirror and adjusted my shorts so about 2-3cm of my underwear was visible at the binding of my shorts. 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 scanty line through the shorts.
It excited me. My thigh rubbing and my underwear wet during the whole run made my knees weak and it difficult to run. I thought I was going to come to an orgasm about 3 prison term but never did. After about 40 minutes I was tired, sweaty and horny. I got back to the mansion, went to the kitchen for a bottle of pee, told everyone I was going for a exhibitor and went to my way. I stripped off, left my sweaty, wet panties on the floor of my bedroom along with the rest of my clothes with the room access wide outdoors. I knew the builder would be finished soon so I would go down and see them out. On coming out of the exhibitioner I saw my panties on the base of my room soaked, covered in cum with a boastfully break spot soaked all the way through the private parts. I couldn't believe the heart of him, now he wasn't even being discreet.
I picked them up, they were still strong from my run but mostly his cum. It hadn't even properly soaked in, he must have just finished and I saw it moving around the pants as I picked them up. I put my finger in it, licked it uninfected and felt myself getting wet all over again. My button was throbbing.
I pulled on a top, short Edward White skirt, and finally ... my baby Amytal, cum soaked sweaty panties. As I pulled them up my legs I could experience the wet cum soakage into my pussycat, it felt great. My clit was rubbing against the material of the panties and I could feel his cum seeping into my cunt and the little 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 gravid dark moistness patch rightfield on the movement 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 gamey bar BM at the breakfast bar. I deliberately faced the perv and keep open my wooden leg just a little bit to wide and almost instantly he noticed. His face was a picture, 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 dampish spot as his hands went straight to his sack as he started to get an erection in his pant. It must suffer been obvious, he was staring at my pussy, at the damp spot his cum had made, at the youthful 17 year old young woman wearing dirty knickers he had cum in seeping into her puss.
I went straight person upstairs and had an even better coming than the day before, it took mere minutes. I licked the crotch clean, shoved the step-in in my snatch and itch my clit furiously before cumming all over the panties and pulling them back out and even rubbing them over my little brown pickle at the back. They stank of my kitty juice, cum, sweat and even slightly that musky odour of my ass. I snuck downstairs, put the panties in his jacket scoop just in time for my parents to see the builders to the door, give them their coat, chat about the bill and leave. As he left I gave him a wink knowing as soon as he put his handwriting in his pouch he would feel that wet used pair of panties I had worn all day, he had seen me wearing with his cum in them and that I then had in my pussy while I masterbated.
Im sure he had many more hand job with that brace for a longsighted sentence after ... I know I did just thinking about it.

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