The Invitation Part 4

And with that sally patted his cock through the lace panties and then
let the skirt fall back into place.

"I won't be long," she said, kissing him on the cheek.

Jack was still gazing at the reflection in the mirror when he heard the
front door close behind her. God, he was horny. He was desperate to cum
and he had really thought that Sally was going to finish what she had begun
but for some reason she didn't want him to. His hands found the material
at the sides of his thighs and stroked it gently. He slowly turned this
way and that, savouring the sensation of the skirt moving against his nylon
encased legs. The sensation was out of this world. How did girls manage
to get anything done when being constantly bombarded with sensations like
that? How were they not masturbating 20 times a day?

Jack gently cupped his swollen cock through the skirt, feeling the
little scratches of the lace against that most sensitive skin. He could
feel that he had leaked pre-cum into the knickers and his cock was
throbbing in his grip. He had to cum, there was no way he could stand
this. If he came, he rationalised, then he would be able to get on with the
shoe practicing and chores without the unbearable distraction. That would
be the best thing, wouldn't it? Sally would never know about it. And
anyway, it was his cock and if he decided to have a wank then it was his
business.

As he turned away from the mirror his eye was caught by a crumpled white
mass on the floor. Sally's knickers. The ones she had been wearing
yesterday when she had been to have her beautiful pussy waxed and then
taken him shopping. She had said last night that she had been really wet
most of the day, and her pussy had certainly been soaking when they had
started to fuck on the couch.

Jack bent to pick them up from the floor, his skirt caressing the backs
of his thighs as he did so and doing nothing to add to his ability to
control his arousal. As he rose he looked at the delicate little garment