When Ken Bronson came home that evening, his mother was concerned.
"Where have you been?" she asked him.
"Oh, I got some work over at Brenda Allan's place," he told her.
"You never do a thing around here," she objected.
"Well, she was paying me," he gave her his reasoning why he seldom did anything at home.
That didn't sit well with his mother. She finished putting the dishes on the table for dinner and then she told him flatly, "Someone around here ought to take the clothes to the laundromat once a week. I'm tired of doing it. Your father says that he's so bushed when he gets home from work he doesn't want to do anything – and he won't."
Ken got the point. He realized he had to help.
"All right, mom," he said begrudgingly, "I'll help you. That'll keep you off my back."
A couple of nights later Ken took the family laundry down to the local laundromat. He didn't enjoy having to do it but he figured that if it would keep his mother off his back he might as well accommodate her request.
As he finished drying the clothes and was standing nearby at a counter folding some sheets, he noticed a stunning-looking blonde who was folding some unusual looking panties. He'd never seen any panties like them before. She had three pairs of black lace panties without any crotch in them. As he looked at them, she stared at him.
"What are you looking at?" she smiled.
"I… I don't know," the young teenage boy hesitated.
"Oh, sure you do," she told him. "You're looking at these."
The blonde girl patted the panties as she slipped them into her laundry basket.
"I'd like to see you in them," Ken said under his breath.
For an instant Ken was fearful that what he had said could bring a terrible response. However, the blonde girl looked at him, eyeing him for a long moment.
"You really mean that, don't you?" she grinned up at him.
"Yes," he insisted.
"All right," she said, "why don't you come over to my place and I can slip into them and let you see what they look like on."
A couple of women who were standing in the distance overheard a portion of the conversation. One woman shook her head disdainfully at the two of them as they walked out together.
"Takes all kinds," one woman said in a husky voice so they both could hear.
The blonde girl didn't turn back.
"Where do you have your car parked?" she asked Ken.
"Over there," he explained, pointing to where he'd parked.
"My car is over here," the blonde smiled, "and you can follow me, if you want to."
Ken's heart raced wildly as he contemplated the erotic sight of observing her slip into the sheer black panties without the crotch.
He waited while she backed out of the parking lot at the laundromat and got on the highway. Gunning his engine he turned on his lights and followed.
As Ken drove toward her place he wondered whether or not he was walking into some kind of a trap. That would be terrible. He realized that she might have a husband or a lover who could kill him for suggesting such a thing. Maybe she was deliberately plotting against him in a subtle way. Fear raced through him now as he realized what might happen. Nevertheless, he tried to make the best of it and not worry.
Parking in front of a two-story apartment house he got out and followed her into her place. Picking up the laundry basket for her, he asked her quite frankly, "Are you married?"
The blonde shook her head but didn't say anymore. Ken figured possibly she was being cautious, since if she was a single person the landlord might become suspicious if a series of men followed her into her place.
When they got into her apartment he couldn't help notice what an attractive place it was. A small crystal chandelier hung in one corner and the white walls with the white shutters and the deep blue carpeting contrasted nicely.
"You know," she said as she smiled at him for a moment, "there isn't a reason in the world why I should have invited you home. But there is a certain passionate fondness I felt for you."
At this point Ken looked at her hungrily.
"You don't know how much I want to touch you," he told her.
Ken begged her to slip into the black lace, crotchless panties. He wanted to see her pussy in the open crotch.
"I'll bet you wonder what I do for a living," she teased.
"Yes, it did cross my mind," Ken admitted frankly.
"All right," she explained. "I'm an impressionistic nude dancer."
Ken laughed. "Really?" he asked in amazement. "Is that what you do for a living?"
She smiled as she looked at him.
"There's nothing wrong with that," she told him. "It's an honest, clean living."
Ken wasn't so certain it was honest or clean. But he did know he would enjoy very much looking at her in her black panties.
"Why don't you slip into them, honey?" he suggested with a degree of sensuality that makes a sensually hungry man look even more lustful.
The seething erotic glow in his eyes excited her. She agreed to undress. Walking into the bedroom, the beautiful blonde stripped quietly. And then she walked out wearing nothing but the black lace panties. Her beautiful blonde bosoms stood out proudly. Ken could see her fur-lined vagina as she stood there with the sheer panties glorifying her hips. Turning around she displayed her buttocks for him. It was difficult for Ken to believe any girl could be so beautiful. Her dazzling young blonde beauty had him so excited now he could feel his cock hardening in his pants.
Noticing the bulge in his crotch pleased her so much that she walked over to him and let her hand gently slide back and forth across his cock.
"You're a handsome young boy," she told him, "and you need sex. It isn't good for a boy to jack off. You might get warts that way."
Ken laughed as he looked at his hands.
"If I got warts from jacking off, honey," he told her, "I would be covered with them."
She laughed as she turned around and walked into the other room. Ken was not thwarted. He followed her into the bedroom and looked at her hungrily.
"I'll bet you think I'm a terrible girl," she told him. "But I'm really not the typical run-of-the-mill girl. It's just that tonight I was looking for someone."
Ken misunderstood what she was looking for.
"Exactly what were you looking for?" he smiled at her.
"Now and then," the beautiful blonde explained, "I get a special assignment."
As she sat on the edge of the bed Ken's eyes focused on her naked bosoms.
"What kind of an assignment?" he persisted curiously.
"You see," she shook her head, "it's difficult to explain. But there are some men who can't get it up unless they see something degrading."
Still not understanding what she meant, Ken came closer. He was looking at her pouting pussy lips. It excited him just to be so close to such a beautiful woman.
"What is your name?" she finally asked him.
"Ken," he smiled up at her.
She introduced herself. "My name is Cindy," she smiled at him, "and I want to explain what I do for a living. I do a little more than impressionistic dancing."
"I figured as much," he told her. "I'll bet you fuck around, too. You didn't invite me here for nothing, I hope."
"No, I'm not a prick teaser," she assured him. "As a matter of fact, I'm very fond of you, but I thought maybe you'd like to earn a little money, too."
At first what she said got Ken angry.
"I'm not a gigolo," he told her.
Cindy threw her head back and laughed.
"I never said you were, baby," she assured him, "but why don't you take off your clothes and sit down here and talk to me. I always think people can communicate better when they're bare-ass naked, if you know what I mean."
"I have a pretty good idea," Ken assured her.
He didn't hesitate to take off his T-shirt to reveal his broad, muscular, bronzed shoulders. Ken unfastened his belt next and sat down on a chair to remove his shoes and socks. Pushing them aside he got to his feet and eased out of his pants and slipped out of his shorts. His huge, throbbing cock was standing out in front of him in full glory.
"Just sit down," she told him, "and I will tell you what I do when I really make my money. I put on sexual exhibitions."
Looking at her pussy, he shook his head.
"What is that?" he asked, still unable to take his eyes off her milk-white thighs which contrasted perfectly with her lacy black panties.
"An exhibition is when a man and woman have sex in front of a group of men. It turns them on just to see a couple having wild sex. They pay well and you could make some money if you would be willing to do it with me."
"Oh, God, if my mom ever found out," Ken shook his head, "she'd kill me."
"Don't tell me you're a mother fucker," she exclaimed.
Ken didn't find that funny.
"No way," he told her, "and I don't find that amusing."
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "But you never know the type of people that are running around these days."
As Ken looked at her naked exposed pussy, he realized she should be talking. After all, she had picked him up at the laundromat.
"Wealthy people became jaded," she said, putting her hand to her shoulder and scratching her neck nervously a moment.
As she did so, Ken saw her beautiful bosoms rise up provocatively. The hardened pink nipples appealed to him. His cock became harder as he looked at her hungrily.
"I suppose," she told him, "that you wouldn't be able to perform all of the acts they would expect you to unless you had some sex education."
He looked at her voluptuous body and he could hardly wait to give her some education. What he saw underneath the flimsy black lace panties had him so excited now he could hardly wait to tear them off her cunt.
"Why do you look at me like that?" Cindy asked, knowing full well why he had.
His body was lost in the fire of the moment. Every muscle was tensed as he looked at her.
"I'm gonna pull your panties off, Cindy," he said as he bent over and eased her black lace panties from her voluptuous thighs.
Once he had her completely naked, he could hardly wait to have sex with her. She could see the teenage boy hovering over her through lust-glazed eyes as she looked up at him. The hugeness of his fleshy hardness was quivering now in front of her. The lurching head of his stone-hard cock appealed to her.
As Ken looked at her desire-moistened crevice, he reached out and let his ringers tease in a lewd motion.
"You want it," she told him, "and you can do anything you want with me."
Her glowing pink nipples appealed to him. Yet he was afraid to touch her anymore.
"Please," Cindy begged him, "you're not gonna disappoint me now, are you?"
Ken got on the bed beside her. Suddenly his no longer innocent face twisted into an evil leer as he looked at her anxiously. The pulsating head of his cock was anxious to slip between the soft, curling hairs of her pussy.
"Why don't you lick it first?" she grinned.
At first Ken was so tense about the fact she might have a lover who'd come in unexpectedly, he couldn't move.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"I… I don't know," he half-apologized.
"Yes, something is wrong," she insisted.
Ken knew what was troubling him, but his quick, quivering hands reached out and gripped her. His arm locked firmly and decisively around her waist as his searching hot lips pressed forward, landing with solid impact on hers.
Kissing her passionately he slipped his tongue along her lips. When she opened her mouth he let his tongue slip inside. Soon Marilyn was sucking on his tongue as he fucked her face with his tongue as if it was a penis.
Once he pulled his tongue from her mouth she looked up at him with obvious delight.
"Do you fuck as well as you French kiss?" she smiled.
Their relationship was beginning to heat up and he was becoming more excited every moment. Ken looked at her with his boyish guys which got her even more excited. The evening had started out in a frustrating manner for him as he thought he might never get to see her in those black lace panties with the open crotch. But now his eyes feasted on her tantalizing loins.
"Don't be afraid of me," Cindy whispered huskily. "I told you – you can do anything you want to."
The next thing he knew he was pressing his chest against her beautiful bosoms. And she gripped his shoulders, holding him tightly as his mouth once more pressed on hers.
Her eyes looked up at him lustfully.
"I want to feel you inside of me," she whispered.
At this point he could hardly wait to play with her breasts. His hands reached out to grip her bosoms. He loved to feel of the firm breast flesh and then reached down to pat her wiggling pussy.
Ken's fingers reached inside of her vagina. Pinching her clitoris he got her so excited she twisted underneath him. He was thrilled and exhilarated by her nakedness now.
"I want you," he told her. "I want you real bad."
The frenzied feelings that raced through his body drove him almost out of his mind.
"You're beautiful," Ken told her.
Her body stiffened and she reached for his throbbing penis. His cock trembled with desire as he looked at her alabaster smooth legs. And then he reached out and let his fingers focus on her pink glowing vaginal softness as he parted her pussy. The wet delicious cunt had him so excited his heart raced like a trip hammer. His fingers slid smoothly against her wet, silky blond pubic hairs.
The naked fires within her rose to a crescendo as she extended her splayed legs, parting them with wicked animal desires. She no longer cared about what anyone thought of her. Cindy responded totally to her carnal needs. And then she felt his fingers wickedly slithering their way inside of her gaping, dripping wet pussy as he began to massage her clitoris.
"That feels so good," she whimpered as she felt him toying with her sensitive clitoris with sensuous finger strokes, swiftly moving the love button back and forth. "Ohhh, Ken, it feels so good when you do that," she panted.