For a farseeing time now since I was Whitney Young I've had a fascination with girls step-in. Over the age I've had chance to sneak around and get postponement of ex girlfriends baby step-in but that just seemed too easy.

This time was a real risk and was so exciting.

To give you a bit of scope, for my job I travel around a lot going to dissimilar people's office, whether it be there billet or domicile position. This item one was plate office.

Its a typical fellowship run business, mother father 2 sons and a young daughter. This is a man who has remarried so I only knew about the Word, until hold up week.

I was there as pattern. I go every 3 months and it usually takes the morn until other afternoon to complete the work. I usually get left on my own in there while the others go to crop. Like I said it's a work property and a home.

The Fatherhood saw me briefly to go through what needs doing and he went out into the grand to mould. The Word were out somewhere contracting and the female parent was away all day and the daughter was out.

So it got to around 10am and the don came in for refreshment. We chatted for a piece before his telephone set rang. He came off the headphone and told me he needed to go out to await at some equipment and would be back around 1 ish when I was due to finish up. He went and I was all alone, and then it hit me ... ... ..Daughters bedroom !

My heart quickly skipped a pulsation as the thought of finding a dyad of used step-in was making my brain race.

I watched as his car ride away and out of the curtilage and I knew then it was my here and now. I got up and made my way up the stairs. My breathing was quicksilver and I could feel my turncock getting hard.

I got to the top of the step and there is 5 doors. I had never been upstairs in the theater so this was all a bit new to me. First door was the parents room, a huge room with great views out to the Alfred Hawthorne. Next was the bathroom. The future two were the boy rooms, typical boring stuff in those rooms and then the net door was the jackpot.
I eased the room access out-of-doors and straight away was hit by the dulcet olfactory sensation of perfume.
I stood for a bit just looking around the elbow room. It was all the usual girls stuff and nonsense, modest bed, school award, make up and pictures.
I looked around and there it was on the wall. A ikon of the daughter. So immature and so precious and devoid. I got hard again just gazing at the picture.

I was just about to wait around for the one thing I was craving when I heard a vehicle. The sire was driving back up the yard. I panicked ! ! ! There was no reasonableness for me to be upstairs as his bureau and other toilet was downstairs. I bolted out the room shutting the threshold behind me. I ran downstairs and back to the office.

I was out of breath and must possess been bright red when he came back in. He sat and talked to me for a piece. It turns out he just forgot some paperwork and came back to take in it.

So he said bye again and off he went down the yard.

I knew now that my window of chance was closing fast if I was going to get my pantie fix. For all I knew the mother or sons could just arrive back without warning.

With this knowledge I bolted back up the stairs when I saw his car crusade away again.

As I walked back in the sleeping room I quickly started to look for panties. There was a small cumulus of clothes at the backside of the bed. As I routed through them I realised it was just shirts and trousers.

I then went over to the dress hamper in the nook, surely there would be some in here ... .Nothing ! Just a shirt. This can't be happening I thought to myself.

Just as I thought that my luck was out and it wasn't going to be my day, I spun quickly round to see a small distich of blue jean on the story ... ... Could this be it !

I picked the jeans up to find a small duo of step-in in them. She must have slid them off with the underwear still in them if that makes sense.
They were a set of pinko ones. Almost like boys pugilist. I instantly went to the part where her cunt sits in them. It had a little bit of dry electric arc in them but not a lot. After all she is only young.

My pump was beating like looney and my legs were shaking. I placed the panties to my nose and instantly was swept away by the dumbfound musty pussy smell and a little bit of pee flavor.

Trying to continue my self together I instantly shot through to the toilet and stood at the sink. I unzipped my fly and top button and let my trousers hit the storey. My erection was trying intemperately to burst out of my boxers.

I pulled my dick out of my packer, put the scanty back up to my nose and started to stroke my peter. I was in heaven as I was inhaling this girls pussy smell.
I moved my horn in around to different percentage of the scanty. I smelt the pee smell section and then the ass section and then back to the musty discharge bit. As I took my concluding inspire I felt by musket ball chill and my carrier bag tighten.

I then completely shot my load all over the sink and almost collapsed as my legs were shaking and getting frail.

Load after freight spurted out of my cock as i inhaled her afters smell.

I dropped her pantie and cleaned my cock and the sink whilst getting my breath back and returning back to pattern. What an experience that was. What a olfactory sensation. What an orgasm.

I picked up her panties and pulled my trouser back up and went back to her bedroom.

As I was putting her panties back into the jeans, ensuring everything was left the way it was I stood and stared at the picture of her on the wall.

I took a couple more inhales while looking into her center, just imagining her sat all day wearing these panties. Each meter she went to the toilet and wiped her pussy after peeing. Just sitting around, legs crossed with those panties pressed close against her young slit. I almost shot my load again.

Everything was back in its plaza so I headed back downstairs. I made a cup of coffee, rolled a smoke and headed outside.

As I was drinking my coffee bean and inhaling the cigarette I had meter to reflect on what had just happened. The risk, the challenge, the pocket-sized window of opportunity. What a buzz that was ... ....

And my final thought is this. Like I said earlier, I go to this place every 3 months so I'll be due to go again in January. As I sit here now I'm getting unvoiced thinking about getting another snuff of her panties.

I'm imagining her having masturbated in them before I find them, that would be heaven.

We 'll just have to await and see.

Roll on January.

To Be continued ... ... ... ...