"I-I didn't mean to..." My face burned hot with shame and arousal. I turned my head away quickly, staring at the wall, but the image was already burned into my mind.
"Don't get any weird ideas," she added, voice dropping into that flirty, mocking tone.
"I brought you here just to give you my clothes to clean." She walked past me toward the bathroom door, hips swaying with every step. Her back was to me now, and she stopped just in front of the door. Slowly, deliberately, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her short denim jeans and started pulling them down.
She took her time, bending forward slightly as she slid the tight fabric over her wide hips. Her thick ass pushed out toward me, cheeks jiggling softly as the jeans peeled away. The denim was stretched so tight it left faint red lines on her skin where it had dug in. The panties were the matching purple lace, barely there, the back strip vanishing deep into between her cheeks. Her thighs were plush and tanned, rubbing together slightly as she worked the jeans lower, the motion making her ass wobble even more.
She was doing it slowly, almost on purpose like she wanted me to watch every second of it.
"Take them and don't forget to bring them back tomorrow." Ashley said casually, tossing her blue denim shorts toward me before stepping into the bathroom. The jeans landed in my arms with a soft thud, still warm from her body, the coffee stain dark and sticky across the front.
"..." I stood there frozen, holding the shorts like they were some kind of evidence. Regret hit me hard. Why did I even agree to this? I should have said no, turned around, and ran out of the café the moment she started talking about washing her clothes. But I didn't. Something about her made me feel stuck, like I couldn't walk away even if I wanted to. She felt weird and dangerous, yet here I was, following her home, agreeing to whatever she said.
"You didn't go?" Ashley's voice came from the bathroom door. She peeked out just enough to show her head.
"Wait..." She disappeared back inside for a second, then something flew out too fast for me to catch. It smacked right against my face, covering my eyes. The soft fabric blocked my vision, and I smelled it instantly, coffee, mixed with a sweet, musky fragrance that was unmistakably her.
I grabbed it with both hands and pulled it away. My fingers sank into the delicate material of her purple lace panties, the ones she'd been wearing just seconds ago. They were still warm, slightly damp from her body. The front panel had a dark spot, probably from the spilled coffee earlier, though it should have dried by now.
The lace was soft and thin, the kind that would feel like nothing against skin. A faint wet patch clung to the crotch area. The scent of her arousal hit me stronger now, sweet and intoxicating, making my cock twitch hard in my pants again.
I stood there flabbergasted, holding her used panties in my hands, feeling the soft lace between my fingers. My face burned hot with shame and arousal, pulse racing. I couldn't believe this was happening.
"Don't do anything weird with it," her voice came from the cracked bathroom door, sharp and playful at the same time.
"Or I'm going to cut your dick off." I froze. The threat wasn't like Lisa's her felt angry, personal while Ashley's was direct, cold, like she meant it. But there was a teasing edge to it too, like she was half-joking, half-serious. She waved her hand lazily through the gap in the door, giving me one last smirk before shutting it completely.
I felt a little disappointed that I couldn't watch her strip completely. The way she'd peeled off her top so casually, letting her massive breasts bounce free, had left me aching. But she'd handed me her panties and shorts instead.
The weirdest thing that had ever happened in my life.
To think I'd spill someone's coffee, stain her clothes, and in return she'd give me her worn panties to wash. My mind spun just holding them. The purple lace felt soft and warm against my palm, still carrying her scent.
I quickly shoved the panties into my pocket, the lace brushing my fingers one last time, sending another small jolt through me. Then I grabbed her denim shorts in one hand and hurried out of her room before she changed her mind or came out of the bathroom.
As I walked down the long hallway, the butler from earlier stood waiting. He held a fresh towel, probably for Ashley, standing straight with perfect posture, face calm and professional. His eyes flicked down to the shorts in my hand.
I hid them behind my back instantly, heart jumping, but he'd already seen. His gaze moved from my face to my hidden hand, then back up without any change in expression.
"Mr. Alex, can you please wait for a minute?" he said politely, voice even and respectful.
I braced myself, expecting him to say something about the jeans, maybe demand I drop them or explain why I had them. But to my surprise, he just bowed slightly and turned away. He walked a short distance down the hall, opened a small cabinet, and returned holding a plain paper bag in one hand, the towel still draped over his other arm.
"Take this." he said simply, extending the bag toward me.
'What the fuck is happening... this is crazy,' I thought, staring at him. I took the bag numbly. Even her butler was weird instead of stopping me from walking out with Ashley's jeans, he pretended not to notice and even helped me carry them discreetly.
I mumbled a quick thanks and felt the house as fast as I could. Outside, the sky had already turned dark. The cool night air hit my face.
To be continued…
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