Tea at Cathy’s

[MaireadM]

This partly based on a real incident

Cathy and I were friend for a number of years in the mid 1990s.
We were both in our mid twenties. I did fancy the arse off her but timing never worked out. Cathy was a slim brunette with long straight hair and a really pretty face. She did have a wicked sense of humour.

We were both working in the city but lived within walking distance of each other.
One warm summers day I was heading into town and as I was passing her house I called in. As it was a warm day I was wearing a pair of shorts and a tshirt.

She offered me make me a cup of tea and as we sat at the kitchen table drinking it her phone rang. (Pre mobile phones). She went into the hall to take the phone call. She was on the phone for a few minutes.

Don’t ask me how but I managed to spill the cup of tea into my lap. As the tea was still hot I stripped off my T-shirt, shorts and boxers very quickly to save myself from a scalding.
Cathy heard the commotion and hung up the phone and came into the kitchen to find me in just my trainers and socks.
She was concerned at first but when she heard what happened she asked while sniggering if I was ok.
When I replied I was ok she burst out laughing. She went to a press in the kitchen and found some cream to rub on the burns on my stomach and thighs.

I was using my clothes to cover my private parts. When she came over to me with the cream she snatched the clothes from my hands saying she wanted to see where to apply the cream. I used my hand to unsuccessfully cover my private parts, as she applied the cream to my stomach and front of my thighs.
After applying the cream and standing up she took my clothes to the back kitchen saying I will get these dried.

When she came back from the back kitchen she had a mop in her hands and handed it to me saying “you mop up the mess you made”.
She watched me mop the floor sniggering with me just wearing my trainers and socks.
When I was finished she took the mop from me and brought it back in to the back kitchen.

When she returned she handed me something saying “here is something small to wear while we are waiting for your clothes to dry”. When I looked down she had placed pair of her freshly laundered white cotton Mark & Spencer’s knickers in my hands.

“I have nothing else to fit you” she laughed.

I slipped them on over my trainers and when I pulled them up they were a very snug fit. They left nothing to the imagination.
She then told me to hang my clothes out on the rotary washing line and she sent me into her back garden with my clothes to hang out, in just her white panties.
I ran out and in, in record time.

When I came back into the kitchen she told me to make another cup of tea while my clothes were drying. She couldn’t keep from smiling and laughing as she watched me make the tea.
Eventually I served her the tea and we sat there drinking it making small talk. Her eyes were firmly fixed on my excited crotch clearly visible through her tight panties.
She sent me on several errands (biscuits, sugar, milk etc).

After about 20 minutes (it felt like an hour) she sent me outside to check my clothes.
I don’t know if they were dry or not because I just bought them in.
I put on the T-shirt and then slipped off Cathy’s panties before putting on my boxers and shorts. I picked up her panties and attempted to hand them back to her.
She said “No they are yours now as they fit you so well”.
I stuffed them into my pocket and left. I kept them for a long time after that.

Cathy never told anyone else the story but never let me forget when we were alone.