The ladder fell to the ground before I could catch it. It landed with a thud in the middle of the flowerbed. I had accidentally kicked it over, just as I was about to climb down and tell Ms Scott that I’d fixed the leak in the house extension roof. Now I was looking down from two stories high and the prospect of jumping and potentially sustaining an injury wasn’t very inviting.

“Hello!” I called out loudly, hoping somebody would hear me, “Help! I’m stuck up here!”

After a couple of minutes of shouting with nobody responding, I decided to see if there was any other way to get down. I walked over to the edge of the roof and looked around the corner, hoping there might be a drainpipe or some other object I could use to reach the ground. All I could see was an open window and a thin ledge. I wondered if I could reach the window, even though it was a dangerous thing to do. I decided to try, and by carefully clinging to the corner wall and stretching my leg until it rested on the ledge, I was able to make a swift hop and caught onto the window ledge. I pulled myself up and climbed inside the house.

I quickly realized that I was in Ms Scott’s bedroom, as evidenced by the way it was decorated, but even more so by the fact that there was a pair of silky white panties and a bra lying on the foot of the bed. I called out to determine if anybody was at home, not wanting to surprise anyone. When I heard no answer, I picked up the panties and smelled them. They bore the wonderfully fresh scent of female pussy, making the blood rush to my cock. I pulled out my erect shaft and rubbed it with her silky underwear. The thought of her still moist pussy juices touching my knob made my head spin.

I stepped over to the dressing table and opened the top drawer where I found exactly what I had expected. I rifled through her panties, stopping at times to look more closely at pairs I liked. She had a lovely collection of mixed styles, materials and colours. When I came across a pair of fire-engine red stretch cotton ones with a virgin white lace border, I placed it on top of the dressing table and stared at it while I continued to whack myself off, imagining the lovely Ms Scott wearing them.

I heard the bedroom door open. Ms Scott shrieked loudly and I gasped, quickly trying to tuck my cock back into my pants. I was almost too late. She had already seen what I was doing. She was standing there wearing just a pink towel around her middle and a pink towel turban on her head.

“What are you doing in here?” she asked, her mouth open in shock.

“I’m sorry,” I replied, explaining the ladder situation, “I tried calling for help, but nobody came.”

“I was in the shower,” she continued, “I couldn’t possibly have heard you.

And, what on earth are you doing with my panties?”

She snatched the white pair out of my hands, then she picked up the red pair and looked at them for a few seconds, as if she was surprised to see them.

“I haven’t worn these for ages,” she said. “What’s so special about them?”

“I just liked the look of them,” I said. I was feeling terribly embarrassed.

“My ex-husband bought them for me,” she continued. “He liked the ultra-girly ones.”

“They’re very nice,” I replied shyly.

“He especially liked cumming on my panties while I was wearing them,” she said, reminiscing. “He was kinky, but in a fun-loving and caring way.”

“I see,” I said, for lack of better words. I didn’t know where she was going with this talk.

“I suppose you would like to see them on?” she asked. “Seeing as you were already halfway done.”

As she said this, she pointed at the bulge in my pants.

“Oh, yes please,” I answered, my heart racing. “I would love that!”

“Turn around,” she ordered softly.

I turned my back while she slipped into the red panties. When she told me that I could look, I couldn’t believe my eyes. She had lovely big round breasts, a slim waist, and a delightful little cameltoe in the tight stretch-cotton panties, not to mention beautifully long legs. She pulled off the turban, her wet blonde hair falling loose. I must have been the luckiest forty-five year old man that day, in the presence of a twenty-something goddess.

“Beautiful!” I exclaimed as she turned around, showing off her gloriously round butt.

“Now take your clothes off and join me you dirty old pig,” she laughed, climbing onto the bed.

I quickly got out of my clothes to join her, as she lay on her back waiting for me.

“Lick me through my panties,” she ordered.

I needed no encouragement. I put my head between her legs. There was already a moist patch showing through the material. I licked her gently, poking my tongue at her wet pussy. She took my head in both hands and pulled it as hard as she could into her snatch. The more I licked, the more intensely she held me, until I could hardly breathe. Just as I was about to pull away, I felt a stream of warm juices flooding through her panties and onto my face.

“Oh yeah!” she screamed. “You made me squirt and dirty my panties.”

She rolled over and knelt down doggy-style. I pulled her dripping panties to one side and entered her, then thrust at her pussy until she came again.

“Come on my panties!” she squealed.

I withdrew and within a few quick strokes, I spunked all over her panty-clad ass.

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“You may want to keep these,” she said, handing me her soiled panties.