My name is Kelly and im a 17 year old young woman who still attends high school. I have always been an to a higher place norm pupil, doing sufficiency studying and not in with the most popular crowd. I am an alone child and resilient with my parents and spend nearly of my unloosen fourth dimension either going to athletics, studying or seeing my booster. I am 5"3, size 8 slim toned smuggler build with blonde tomentum and a 32b chest.

Day 1 - Monday
My parents have spent the last few months planning to get our kitchen done up and I knew the work was supposed to be getting started today. As I arrived plate from another boring day at school I heard the gaudy clatter of builders knocking out our kitchen whole and just generally being tawdry and mussy so I decided to go straight to my sleeping room and get my homework done for tomorrow. Every now and then I heard one of the builders coming up the stairs to use the bathroom which was really off putting when I was trying to concentrate so I eventually just gave up on the prep and decided to lead downstairs to see what solid food we had just as my mum and dad simultaneously arrived home.
After the usual"hello, how was your day ?"chat the three of us wondered into the kitchen to see what had been done. There were 3 builders, wad of old kitchen and a fridge, cooker and washing simple machine in the middle of the way. My parents went to ask one of the builder how matter were going and how yearn they think things should exact as they were knocking down a patrician wall and putting a new one in but in a slightly dissimilar piazza. I went straight for the fridge to see what was for dinner or what I could snack on.
I was still in my school uniform which consisted of a White person blouse, school tie, short smutty chick and disastrous tights. I wasn't really paying attention to the conversation the others were having but while looking in the electric refrigerator I thought I could feel a span of centre burning into the spinal column of me. Without trying to draw any more attention I adjusted my bird ensuring it was down and I wasn't exposing myself. After getting some cherry tomatoes to keep myself going until dinner I turned around to claver to my parents but it was around 5pm so the builder were finishing for the day and they were tidying their things and my parents were saying they will see them tomorrow. During the goodbyes I kept glancing at the detergent builder who I thought was checking me out to see if he was still looking but I didn't catch him once. He looked around mid 40s and wasn't exactly attractive so I thought I had made a fault and just forgot about it.

Day 2 - tuesday
The banging started before I was even out the door for school, I hoped it wouldn't submit them much longer. After schooltime that day I had athletics training so would be home after 5pm. On arriving base I saw my parent's cars along with the builders avant-garde and was surprised as I thought they would be finished by now. I was tired, sweaty and wearing lycra cycling short pants and a T-shirt from the track and couldn't be bothered having to keep out peoples way. I never really care about how I look when im grooming as well-nigh the great unwashed are there for the same function and just focus on running. As I was entering the sign the detergent builder were just saying auf wiedersehen and wadding to give for the day. This time the same guy was definitely checking me out, he practically followed me up the stair with his gaze and I could find his eyes on my bum as I climbed the stair. I heard the door shut and the builders leave.
I was too tire out to think and went straight to the privy, started undressing and turned on the exhibitor. As I peeled my underdrawers off my sweaty legs and started to dispatch my underwear I couldn't help notice that I was slightly hot and turned on a footling and that it must have been the centre of the builder burning a hole in my bum as I came in. I check myself out in the shower and thought I did have a pretty good trunk, toned abdomen and leg, a pert tight bum but couldn't assist Bob Hope that my breasts grew a bit from the b cup they currently were. I had a frigidity cascade, cooled off and forgot about the wholly incident.

Day 3 - wednesday
Getting home from school the adjacent day, I went straight to my bedroom, lay on my stomach and take out my Holy Scripture as I had heaps to do for the side by side day. I was getting used to all the noise at this point, the changeless up and down the step, the battering, the muffled talking through the ceiling. I was so caught up in my work and getting so used to ignoring the noises that I wondered how long it had taken me to point out the very subdued breathing coming from behind my door. I was immediately unquiet but tried not to exhibit I noticed. It was the constructor that was perving on me out the last two day, I don't think he realised but I could just see him and just enough to do him out by turning my optic and looking in my mirror but I pretended to keep reading and writing on my bed.
After about 2 Thomas More minutes the swarthiness he created in the gap was replaced by light the whole duration of the gap in the room access and I could no longer hear the breathing so I knew he was gone. I could feel my heart pound in my chest and I was trying to steady myself down. Once I managed to I stepped outside my room to piss for sure he wasn't there and I just caught the 3 builder leaving for the third day but didn't get even as much as a glimpse from the pervert as he walked out my presence room access. Returning to my room I decided to await through my door as he had done to see how lots of me he could see and realised he must accept been able to see decent up my bird. I had sparse black tights on and a pink cotton thong which was definitely visible through the tights. I was appauled, furious, I felt so used and degraded that someone who was supposed to be a professional person working in my house was in fact just a dirty old man who liked creeping on young 17 yr old daughter.
5 proceedings later after calming down I went to the lavatory to pee. As I was sitting on the pot I noticed a Shirley Temple Black cardigan hanging out the top of the laundry basket. I cleaned myself up and went to investigate. It was the one I had been wearing at the weekend ... it was not Wednesday. The last dress which I had put in here were my training appurtenance from the day before so that should have been at the bottom. My parents have a separate wash basketball hoop in their room and my mum does the washing at the weekend so I immediately knew it must have been the pervy builder. I couldn't believe how wild I was, how dirty I felt ... how randy I was.

Day 4 - thursday
As I was walking down my street about 200m from my house I saw the builders van pull away. I had spent the entirely day at school thinking about how disgusting it was and how wrong it was that I was turned on by that dirty man checking me out and rummaging around my wear thin underclothing. I shouted hi to my parents, ran straight up the stairs and into the bathroom to find out if he had been at it again. There, at the top of the basket, was the pink cotton thong I was wearing yesterday when he had been looking through my door. I was surprised he wasn't taking them at this charge per unit for his demoralize penury but on looking closer noticed a deaden patch on the strawman of the crotch.
I picked it up and the lash was soaking. The inside of the crotch was covered in a thickheaded white substance ... the dirty pervert had cum in my used thong !
I felt so disgusting and unclean and immediately turned the cascade on, lifted my doll, peeled down my tights and current damp panty and started furiously rubbing my clit. I was soaking. The pants I was wearing today were practically wetting agent than the thong in the basket that he had just cum on. I plunged 2 finger into my 17 year old kitty and brought myself to a quick coming before properly stripping naked and showering for 40 minutes to try and feel make clean.

Day 5 - Fri
I wanted to take matter further but didn't want to let him make out I knew what he was up to and that I liked it. Today I didn't wearable tights, this was my hardihood program. I had been turned on all day thinking about it and at various occasions throughout the day could feel the moisture between my pegleg and I couldn't time lag to get habitation. I had on one of my aphrodisiac black, fortify thong. As soon as I went to the home I dashed to my bedroom and started touching myself gently through my underwear occasionally pushing them gently just into the opening of my pussy. I was amazingly horny and worried I might get too carried away so I stopped there.
I went down the stairs, straight to the kitchen where my mum and the builders were chatting. It looked great and almost complete and I overheard my mum being told they would be in for a few hours tomorrow and that would be it finished. I started my program by checking out all the new cupboards. I picked my moments as carefully as I could when everyone seemed distracted and engrossed in conversation and bent at the hips to check out a finicky cupboard or reached overly senior high school to see into another the whole prison term making sure the bottom of by bum was exposed so he, if he was looking, which I assumed he was from clock time to time, would be able to clearly see what underclothes I had on today.
I made sure everyone could listen as I announced to my mum I was going round to Sarah's mansion. I got changed, put my flip-flop in the wash basket and saw there was clearly whiten stigma on the crotch from my wetness all day. I ran to the front door, slammed it shut but ran straight to my sleeping room and hid. Within 5 minutes there were footfall on the stairs and someone went into the bath emerging 10 transactions later ... I knew it was him. I heard the builders leave some time later, I checked out the lash which was covered in heap rafts of cum. I couldn't supporter it, I masterbated furiously and even licked the private parts of my own underwear tasting his cum mixed with my juices. It was the greatest orgasm of my life. It felt so wrong.

Day 6 - Saturday
I woke early for a Saturday hearing the van door shut outside. My parents were already up and about, let the constructor in and they started getting to work. I put on some baby blue cotton fiber panties, my lycra shorts and a smaller tighter t-shirt which partially exposed my midriff. I went to the mirror and adjusted my shorts so about 2-3cm of my underwear was visible at the back of my underdrawers. On entering the kitchen I told my parents I was going for a run, I could see the perv checking out my ass and knew he could see the top of my knickers and my panty telephone line through the shorts.
It excited me. My thighs rubbing and my underwear wet during the whole run made my stifle weak and it difficult to run. I thought I was going to add up to an sexual climax about 3 times but never did. After about 40 minutes I was tired, sweaty and horny. I got back to the sign of the zodiac, went to the kitchen for a feeding bottle of water, told everyone I was going for a shower and went to my elbow room. I stripped off, left my sweaty, wet panties on the floor of my bedroom along with the eternal sleep of my clothes with the door wide receptive. I knew the constructor would be finished soon so I would go down and see them out. On coming out of the exhibitioner I saw my panties on the base of my way soaked, covered in cum with a large soften plot of land soaked all the way through the crotch. I couldn't believe the boldness of him, now he wasn't even being discreet.
I picked them up, they were still warm from my run but mostly his cum. It hadn't even properly soaked in, he must make just finished and I saw it moving around the trouser as I picked them up. I put my finger in it, licked it sporting and felt myself getting wet all over again. My clitoris was throbbing.
I pulled on a top, short-circuit white skirt, and finally ... my baby blue, cum soaked sweaty step-in. As I pulled them up my legs I could feel the wet cum soakage into my pussy, it felt great. My button was rubbing against the material of the panties and I could find his cum seeping into my incision and the piffling pubic hair I had get all tangled up with the cum. I pulled up the skirt and admired myself in the mirror and there was a turgid wickedness damp spell right on the front of the crotch from his cum and it only made me wetter.
I went downstairs, entered the kitchen and sat on one of the new senior high bar can at the breakfast bar. I deliberately faced the perv and kept my legs just a little bit to wide and almost instantly he noticed. His face was a characterization, genuinely shocked. He looked scared as if I was going to say something before realising I was clearly being a dirty young lady wearing my dirty undies which he had just came in. I knew he could see the moist position as his paw went straight to his pouch as he started to get an hard-on in his trouser. It must induce been obvious, he was staring at my snatch, at the damp spot his cum had made, at the youth 17 year old girl wearing dirty knickers he had cum in seeping into her kitty.
I went straight upstairs and had an even better orgasm than the day before, it took mere second. I licked the fork clean and jerk, shoved the step-in in my slit and rubbed my clit furiously before cumming all over the panties and pulling them back out and even rubbing them over my little browned hole at the back. They stank of my pussy juice, cum, sweat and even slightly that musky perfume of my ass. I snuck downstairs, put the panties in his jacket pocket just in time for my parents to see the constructor to the room access, sacrifice them their pelage, chat about the invoice and forget. As he left I gave him a nictitation knowing as soon as he put his hand in his pocket he would palpate that wet used pair of panty I had worn all day, he had seen me wearing with his cum in them and that I then had in my pussy while I masterbated.
Im sure he had many more wank with that pair for a long time after ... I know I did just thinking about it.

Lrn
xcx