Cotton..Ripe for Picking.... PART ONE

I couldn't believe what I had just seen..
 
My white cotton panties, Plain white, Nothing special.
Taken from my washing line by  my next door neighbours son!
Being in his twenties he should have known better.
 
That was In the morning I had seen from my bedroom
his exploits.
 
I guess he thought we were all out.
well my husband was, But not me, Oh no, Not me..
 
 
After an hour of deciding quite how to handle the situation,
I had Built up enough courage to go round and speak with him
before his parents came back, To defuse the situation before it
got out of hand..
 
 
So there I found myself, Knocking on my neighbours door..

He answered the door in a dressing gown, Obviously I thought  
he'd gone back to bed, And I was about to apologise to him for
waking him up, When I thought, Hang on! I want my panties back
to hell with sorry!.
 
I walked past him without speaking and into the kitchen, Turned,
And faced him.
 
 
"Ok Mr"  I said,  As he stood in front of me, Getting redder by
the minute..
 
 
"My underwear please"  I said as I held my hand out, Expecting  
him to run off and get them with a thousand apologies and a  
thousand don't tell my folks.
 
 
"You want them right now"? His voice was calmer than I had
expected
 
 
"Yes! Right now if you please" My hand still outstretched
waiting
 
 
"Ok" He said, Then proceeded to let his robe fall to the floor..
 
 
He was wearing them..
 
My white cotton panties, Stretched at the front by his growing
bulge.
 
 
Slowly he took them off and put them in my now shaking hand, His
cock Jutting out and twitching as he watched me leave quickly
without another word spoken..