My public figure is Eugene Curran Kelly and im a 17 year old girl who still attends high schoolhouse. I have always been an above average student, doing enough studying and not in with the most popular crew. I am an only child and live with my parents and spend nigh of my free time either going to athletics, studying or seeing my friends. I am 5"3, size 8 slim toned base runner build with blonde pilus and a 32b chest.

Day 1 - monday
My parents have spent the lowest few months planning to get our kitchen done up and I knew the work was supposed to be getting started today. As I arrived dwelling house from another boring day at school I heard the loud clatter of builders knocking out our kitchen unit and just generally being loud and messy so I decided to go straight to my bedroom and get my homework done for tomorrow. Every now and then I heard one of the builders coming up the step to use the bathroom which was really off putting when I was trying to concentrate so I eventually just gave up on the preparation and decided to maneuver downstairs to see what food for thought we had just as my mum and dad simultaneously arrived domicile.
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 detergent builder, flock of old kitchen and a fridge, cooker and washing simple machine in the middle of the room. My parents went to ask one of the builder how thing were going and how recollective they think things should take as they were knocking down a patrician wall and putting a new one in but in a slightly different billet. I went straight for the electric refrigerator to see what was for dinner or what I could snack on.
I was still in my schooltime uniform which consisted of a Patrick Victor Martindale White blouse, school day tie, light inglorious skirt and black leotards. I wasn't really paying attention to the conversation the others were having but while looking in the fridge I thought I could palpate a twain of optic burning into the dorsum 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 love apple to keep myself going until dinner I turned around to chat to my parents but it was around 5pm so the constructor 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 constructor 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 banging started before I was even out the door for schoolhouse, I hoped it wouldn't take them much longer. After school that day I had athletics training so would be domicile after 5pm. On arriving home I saw my parent's cars 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 jersey from the track and couldn't be bothered having to hold back out peoples way. I never really worry about how I look when im training as virtually masses are there for the same role and just focus on running. As I was entering the sign of the zodiac the constructor were just saying good-bye and wadding to give for the day. This metre the same guy was definitely checking me out, he practically followed me up the stairs with his regard and I could feel his center on my bum as I climbed the stairs. I heard the room access shut and the detergent builder leave.
I was too tired to think and went straight to the bath, started undressing and turned on the rain shower. As I peeled my shorts off my sweaty legs and started to remove my underwear I couldn't aid notification that I was slightly hot and turned on a slight and that it must birth been the eyes of the constructor burning a hole in my bum as I came in. I check myself out in the shower and thought I did have a pretty good body, toned stomach and branch, a pert blind drunk bum but couldn't help Bob Hope that my breasts grew a bit from the b cup they currently were. I had a dusty exhibitor, cooled off and draw a blank about the unharmed incident.

Day 3 - wednesday
Getting place from school the next day, I went straight to my bedroom, lay on my stomach and unpack my books as I had heaps to do for the following day. I was getting used to all the randomness at this point, the unvarying up and down the steps, the banging, the dull talking through the cap. I was so caught up in my workplace and getting so used to ignoring the disturbance that I wondered how farseeing it had taken me to acknowledge the very quiet breathing coming from behind my threshold. I was immediately nervous but tried not to show up 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 arrive at him out by turning my heart and looking in my mirror but I pretended to proceed reading and writing on my bed.
After about 2 more moment the wickedness he created in the gap was replaced by light the whole duration of the gap in the door and I could no longer hear the ventilation so I knew he was gone. I could feel my heart pounding in my dresser and I was trying to cool off myself down. Once I managed to I stepped outside my room to make surely he wasn't there and I just caught the 3 builder leaving for the third day but didn't get even as much as a glance from the deviate as he walked out my forepart door. Returning to my room I decided to expect through my room access as he had done to see how a great deal of me he could see and realised he must take in been able to see right up my chick. I had thin contraband leotards on and a pink cotton thong which was definitely visible through the tights. I was appauled, raging, I felt so used and degraded that soul who was supposed to be a professional workings in my star sign was in fact just a cheating old man who liked creeping on young 17 year old girls.
5 minutes later after calming down I went to the bathroom to pee. As I was sitting on the stool I noticed a black cardigan hanging out the top of the washables 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 wearing apparel which I had put in here were my preparation geared wheel from the day before so that should take been at the bottom. My parents have a separate laundry basket in their room and my mum does the washing at the weekend so I immediately knew it must have been the pervy detergent builder. I couldn't believe how wild I was, how dirty I felt ... how turned on I was.

Day 4 - thursday
As I was walking down my street about 200m from my family I saw the builders van pull 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 dirty man checking me out and rummaging around my worn underwear. I shouted hi to my parents, ran straight up the step and into the bathroom to find 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 charge per unit for his perverted penury but on looking closer noticed a damp patch on the front man of the genitalia.
I picked it up and the thong was soaking. The interior of the privates was covered in a heavyset white content ... the dirty pervert had cum in my used thong !
I felt so disgust and dirty and immediately turned the shower on, lifted my wench, peeled down my tights and current damp panties and started furiously rubbing my clit. I was soaking. The trouser I was wearing today were practically wetter than the thong in the hoop that he had just cum on. I plunged 2 fingerbreadth into my 17 year old pussy and brought myself to a quick coming before properly stripping naked and showering for 40 minutes to try and finger clean.

Day 5 - Friday
I wanted to take things further but didn't want to let him roll in the hay I knew what he was up to and that I liked it. Today I didn't wearing tights, this was my daring plan. I had been turned on all day thinking about it and at several affair throughout the day could experience the moisture between my legs and I couldn't wait to get home. I had on one of my aphrodisiac black, fortify G-string. As soon as I went to the menage I dashed to my sleeping accommodation and started touching myself gently through my underwear occasionally pushing them gently just into the opening of my slit. I was amazingly horny and worried I might get too carried away so I stopped there.
I went down the step, straight to the kitchen where my mum and the builders were chatting. It looked great and almost thoroughgoing and I overheard my mum being told they would be in for a few time of day tomorrow and that would be it finished. I started my program by checking out all the new cupboard. I picked my moments as carefully as I could when everyone seemed cark and engrossed in conversation and bent at the rosehip to check off out a particular cupboard or reached overly high to see into another the whole time making for certain the merchantman of by bum was exposed so he, if he was looking, which I assumed he was from clip to time, would be able to clearly see what underwear I had on today.
I made sure as shooting everyone could hear as I announced to my mum I was going circle to Sarah's house. I got changed, put my thong in the laundry basket and saw there was clearly white stains on the genital organ from my wetness all day. I ran to the straw man door, slammed it shut but ran straight to my bedroom and hid. Within 5 minute there were footsteps on the step and somebody went into the bathroom emerging 10 transactions later ... I knew it was him. I heard the builder leave some time later, I checked out the flip-flop which was covered in heap lading of cum. I couldn't help it, I masterbated furiously and even licked the private parts of my own underwear tasting his cum mixed with my juices. It was the large orgasm of my lifetime. It felt so wrong.

Day 6 - Saturday
I woke early for a Saturday 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 blue cotton wool panties, my lycra shorts and a lowly tighter t-shirt which partially exposed my midsection. I went to the mirror and adjusted my shorts so about 2-3cm of my underclothing was visible at the back 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 panty line through the shorts.
It excited me. My thigh rubbing and my underwear wet during the unscathed run made my human knee 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 home, 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 pantie on the floor of my bedroom along with the balance of my clothes with the threshold wide open. I knew the detergent builder would be finished soon so I would go down and see them out. On coming out of the shower I saw my panties on the story of my room soaked, covered in cum with a large damp plot of ground soaked all the way through the crotch. I couldn't believe the nervus of him, now he wasn't even being discreet.
I picked them up, they were still quick 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 digit in it, licked it clean and felt myself getting wet all over again. My clit was throbbing.
I pulled on a top, short white skirt, and finally ... my child blue, cum soaked sweaty panty. As I pulled them up my legs I could feel the wet cum soak into my pussycat, it felt great. My button was rubbing against the material of the panties and I could finger his cum seeping into my cunt and the minuscule 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 dark damp plot of land rightfulness on the social 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 high bar stools at the breakfast bar. I deliberately faced the perv and maintain my legs just a little bit to wide and almost instantly he noticed. His brass was a picture, genuinely shocked. He looked scared as if I was going to say something before realising I was clearly being a dirty lady friend wearing my dirty undies which he had just came in. I knew he could see the moistness point as his helping hand went straight to his air hole as he started to get an erection in his pant. It must make been obvious, he was staring at my twat, at the moistness spot his cum had made, at the immature 17 class old missy wearing dirty pants he had cum in seeping into her pussy.
I went straight upstairs and had an even better orgasm than the day before, it took mere instant. I licked the crotch clean and jerk, shoved the step-in in my kitty and itch my clit furiously before cumming all over the panties and pulling them back out and even rubbing them over my little brown hole at the back. They stank of my pussy succus, cum, sweat and even slightly that musky smell of my ass. I snuck downstairs, put the panties in his jacket air pocket just in time for my parents to see the builders to the threshold, give them their pelage, chat about the invoice and bequeath. As he left I gave him a eye blink knowing as soon as he put his manus in his pocket he would feel that wet used duo of panty 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 wanks with that pair for a retentive time after ... I know I did just thinking about it.

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