Thread: Not so little any more (Gen & LoadedGunn)

For a woman her age, Drew was wondering why Alissa had such... an erotic variety of underwear. He was pretty sure that his mother had just regular underwear, based on the laundry that she did. Perhaps she did a better job at hiding her delicates in that regard. Alissa appeared to wear things like this all the time which caused Drew to react in such a way that his forehead had a coat of sweat glistening in the natural lighting of the room and that thumping sound in his chest could be heard internally. He glanced over at her. She was smiling. That much was odd for Drew, but she didn't appear to be too bothered by him touching her underwear. He reached inside the case to grab at one of her g-string, only imagining how she would look in one of these. Was she wearing one now? Lewd thoughts fired back and forth in Drew's mind as she responded, a slight bulge obvious in his sweat. Fortunately, his member wasn't going horizontally outward. Sure, I-I can do that, he chuckled uneasily, but found interest in reaching over to her other case where her bras and knickers must have been. He opened the other one side-by-side with the case and sure enough there were matching colors and patterned bras and knickers to go with the undergarments. He began the process of folding them gently, taking his time to feel up the material of the fabric, his mind lost in thought of undergarments stretching their limits against her thick features. Lips moistening, he walked to and from the dresser to place them inside accordingly, taking perhaps too long at getting a feel for the material. These garments certainly were qualitative, that much was for sure. She had to have spent a pretty penny on acquiring such articles of clothing. Once he was done, Drew didn't notice that his member was more than obvious in his sweats. He was fortunate that the material of his sweats and boxers kept his cock tame in protruding upward, but with it pressed between his thighs, his print was easy to be seen. Feeling the pinned up stress in his member, Drew glanced down and notice a minuscule but somewhat noticeable area on his pants. In between those thoughts, he figured he got a little too excited because his precum had dripped just a bit onto the fabric of his sweats. Cursing under his breath, he quickly sat on the edge of the bed after placing the suitcases near the big one, and rested his hands in his laps, waiting for Alissa to get done with hanging up her clothes. He figured if he could at least wait until he calmed down, his cock would return to its resting state. Glancing over at her, he cleared his throat and said, Well, I'm done with your... unmentionables. He said with a smile, showing no signs of leaving quite yet. He had to make sure he got himself under control. You just about done with hanging up your shirts and dresses? It was probably a little too obvious that he was trying to make small talk to pass the time. Anything to get his mind off those nasty thoughts he had about her. Wouldn't be too long before he could stand up right? Although there was that wet spot on his sweats. Hopefully it would dry up if he rubbed at it when she wasn't looking.