Carla

Being 18 is a tough age. I was living at home with my parents and although I had had a few girlfriends my knowledge of sex was limited to a few groping sessions at the movies with equally inexperienced girls. My hormones were going wild and I spent almost every waking hour trying to get a look up every girl's skirt and looking longingly at the underwear adverts in my mother's magazines. My parents were very conscious of the "family" thing, which meant that we had very little choice but to go with when they went out to visit friends, even though most of them had kids much younger than my sister or I.

One of my parents group of friends were an Italian couple, Mario and Carla, who I would estimate were in their early thirties (ancient to me then). Mario had a very successful construction company and lived in a huge house in the very up market area of town. The house had a lot of rooms and almost everything was centered on entertaining. Every 2 to 3 months they would host a party with about 30 people invited. The party would start around lunchtime with everyone sitting down to a meal that just kept coming and would end up in Mario's huge bar with everyone drinking around the fire. At 18 the other guests kids were just too young and most of the adults were not interested in talking to a gangly 18 years old. That Easter everything changed.

We arrived at the party around noon and quickly settled into the dining room and took our places. Carla prided herself on arranging the seating at her parties to make sure that ones companions were well suited. My parents were seated down the other end of the table and I noticed that according to the names tags I had Carla on the one side of me and one of my mom's friends on the other. While I looked up and down the table, watching people filtering in I felt a warm pair of hands slip under my shirt onto my shoulders, "Hey, how is my favorite man today?" Carla said. I felt her breasts leaning against my back, " I will join you just as soon as everyone has arrived. As she walked away I adjusted my fast growing hard-on to make it a little less obvious.

By the time Carla sat down next to me the party was in full swing and I had already had my first glass of wine (without my parents seeing). As Carla sat down I glanced over and saw that she was wearing the sexiest mini skirt and a white tank top, with her white bra clearly visible. As the meal progressed Carla kept putting her hand on my leg every time she talked to me, the woman on the other side of the table kept leaning forward and at just the right angle I could see the tops of her breasts in a sexy white lacy bra, the darkness of her nipples just peeping out. I figured that while everyone was busy eating, drinking and chatting no one would notice me slipping away to the toilet to take care of my obvious hard-on.

I headed up stairs and decided to take a chance and go into Carla's bathroom. I closed the door quietly behind me and made for the laundry basket, I lifted off the lid and on top was exactly what I was looking for, a pair of Carla's used panties, they were red with a lace and satin panel in the front and a thin thong up the back. During my past visits to their house I had found that Carla's hamper was normally the source of some nice fresh panties. I lifted them to my nose and breathed in her wonderful womanly scent, these were fresh! I quickly unbuckled my jeans and sat down on the toilet, there was no need for lubrication as the pre-cum was oozing freely from my un-circumcised cock, a damp spot had already appeared on my underpants. I spread the slippery juice around my head while I sniffed at Carla's panties.

The smell of her pussy and the rubbing of my fingers had my cock throbbing. I opened my eyes to adjust the position of the panties as the bathroom door opened, it all happened too fast for me to do anything; I looked across the room into the beautiful face of Carla. "Sorry Carla" I stammered. "Shhhhhh" she whispered, "I have known about your love of my panties for a while, I left that pair, hoping you would find them. I have noticed that every time you visit my panties have been moved." Carla slowly lifted her skirt to reveal the sexiest white panties I had ever seen. She hooked her thumbs into the thin straps on the side and slipped them down her legs, as her skirt fell back down I caught a glimpse of her smooth shaven pussy. As she stepped out of her panties she said "here take this pair, I've been so wet thinking of you sniffing my panties these will be even better. Stand up we don't have long."

As I stood up Carla sat down on the toilet and pulled her skirt up to let me get a good look at her very moist, clean-shaven pussy. Her lips were red and swollen and looked so inviting. "Jerk-off for me" she whispered "cum on my pussy." I wrapped the red pair of panties over my dick and brought the white pair to my nose, I could feel the warmth from her pussy and slowly licked at the fragrant juices that coated them. Carla sat far back on the toilet and her Muğla Escort fingers danced lightly over her pussy. The awesome sight in front of me and the smell under my nose had me spurting hot ropes of cum over her hand and pussy lips, dribbling down her smooth lips, she quickly massaged my cum all over her hot pussy, even pushing some of it deep inside with her fingers. "We had better get back downstairs, someone will notice we are missing" she said as she took the white panties out of my hands and seductively pulled them back on. "You go on ahead" she said "I will follow in a few minutes."

I walked shakily downstairs, my mind racing. I had gone from a feeling of dread at being caught, to a feeling of elation over what had transpired. At this stage I had not even thought where this could lead. When Carla returned she winked at me and sat down. I looked down at her lap and noticed that she had let her skirt ride up to the point where her panties were just visible. My mom's friend on my right was trying her best to hold a conversation with me and I was finding it really tough to keep the conversation going with the type of distractions going on around me. The rest of the evening progressed without incident.

In the car on the way home my mom kept asking me about my evening and I made a show of moaning about being bored like I normally did. "Carla asked me if we would mind you staying with her during the summer holidays while Mario is away on business" my mom said "would you be keen?"

"I wouldn't mind" I answered, trying my best to sound disinterested, my mind racing. "OK, Ill phone her tomorrow and we can work out the details" my mom answered.

The next day my mom mentioned that they would take me over to Carla