Why would anyone buy a plastic frog sprinkler brand new, much less put it in a yard sale? I set the thing back in the box and stood up. No one had come out of the house yet and judging by the things laid out for sale I wondered if it was a sale at all. I looked back at the street then at the house. No one had stopped but me.
“Oh! Hello.”

I turned to see a stunning blonde house wife come out of the garage carrying two plastic bags.
“Hello.” I smiled warmly, trying be nonchalant. This was one of those moments where you feel that little jab in your guts and your cock stirs in your shorts like a hibernating bear. To run into a woman like this outside of an aerobics class was a little shocking. And at a yard sale. She was decked out in sports gear, a white tank top and a blue navy shorts with a little white sweater and matching socks and tennis shoes.

Indeed she did look she was going to play tennis, her hair pinned back framing a pretty face. She had the smallish breasts of an athlete and I had to resist drinking in her curvy legs that her shorts complimented so well. Immediately my mind willed her to twirl in a circle but she did the next best thing and turned her back to me to empty the bags into boxes set out on her driveway.

I sighed inside. Thank you so much. Her shorts were snugged up the crack of her ass and her legs were nice defined without a mark on them.
This was is what passed for a house wife around here? I am going to move to this neighborhood.
I looked away before she straightened back up. She turned back to, wrapping her sweater around herself without zipping it and crossed her arms.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
“Uh.” I looked back at the street. “Am I mistaken or is this a yard sale?”

She laughed, walking over to me.
“It will be in a few hours. I didn’t expect someone so early.”
To my surprise she walked right up to me and put her hands on her hips.
“That’s why I’m not really set up yet.”

You know, a woman putting her hands on her hips is an erotic thing. It must harken back to early times because it sends a subconscious signal to a man that this woman is presenting herself. The motion draws attention to her waist and put her breasts on display. Stopping and cocking your hip doesn’t help. It says ‘come and get it’. Plus her sweater fell back open to once again show the curves of her tight tits and for a moment I squeezed my eyes shut behind my sunglasses, willing myself not to pop a boner right in front of her.
“Oh I’m sorry I can come back later.”

She made a dismissive gesture and smiled.
“Don’t be silly! You’re here now you can look around all you like.”
Believe me I was looking.
“I’m going to keep unpacking out here but I know my husband has some tools in the back of the garage.”
“Oh yeah? Is he home?”
“No, he and my son left like two minutes ago to put up signs. That’s why I was surprised to see you. We’re kinda out of the way to find.”
“Just lucky I guess.” I smiled and she smiled back.

I didn’t want to walk away from her, but I strolled off, looking over things and seeing nothing better than what my eyes had feasted on already.
I sighed a little now. There really wasn’t much to see. Baby clothes and toys, knick-knacks and assorted extra stuff that every house had. I stuck my hands in my pockets and walked into the cool dry garage.

I was looking for some tools, though I didn’t expect much and for a moment I didn’t notice anything else as I looked over a nice drill piled up with other tool stuff on a card table in back. To my surprise I realized the card table next to that held more than just a pile of baby clothes.

I lowered the drill in one hand and without thinking reached over and picked up a black lace pair of panties. The kind with a little cotton triangle for the crotch and the rest all delicate lace. I held them in a stupor, my thumb caressing across the crotch.

Are you kidding me? A woman like this selling her panties? No way! How the hell could I justify that, walking over there to the sale table where her change box and lemonade sat and saying “I’ll take these.”

Excuse me? For what? Oh they come in handy out in the tool shed. How? Oh whenever I intend to jerk off about you and cum in them because it’s hot to imagine your pussy was right here. I’ll take this drill too and that pack of pencils.

I shook my head out of my daydream, reluctant to set them down but before I could she was suddenly there.
“Did you find anything you like?” She asked and in that moment she caught sight of me holding her panties.
“Oh my God!” She gasped.

The blood soared to my face and I hefted the drill in one hand as if to explain.
“Um, yes I was just looking and saw…well…I mean…it’s just that.” I stumbled.

To my surprise when she lifted her hands to her face it wasn’t from shock it was to hide her laughter. She came up to the card table, her eyes dancing and laughed even harder as she picked through the pile of clothes.

“My son! He must have dumped the clean laundry out here when he was helping me. He’s only six. I suppose he thought everything in the house was for sale!” She laughed some more, looking at me to see if I appreciated the humor. I did notice she appeared not to be bothered by me holding her panties nor did she make any attempt to take them from me. I laughed a little myself, my mouth dry.

“Your blushing!” She laughed. “I am so sorry! I’ll have to get a basket and take these inside.”
“Are they for sale?” I asked quickly before she could gather them off the table.
She gave me a little scolding look and slapped my arm playfully.
“Oh don’t be silly!” she laughed.
I had to stop her from gathering up this pile of clothes and taking them in the house. I had to do something, even though I had no idea what to do. It just seemed like there was an opportunity here although I didn’t know what it was.

“I’m serious.” I said and when she looked at me I dared to wink.
This was the make or break moment.
Before she could speak I added something more.
“I’d take them all.”

She paused for just the slightest moment and even though I was taking a chance I was hoping maybe now she could see the bulge in the front of my shorts.
She wasn’t angry, she seemed to be mulling it over.

“Are you serious? My underwear?” she laughed a little, trying to make light of what I said but I wasn’t the only one blushing a little all of a sudden.

“Oh yes. Considering where they have been.” I said in a husky voice.
She looked a little uncomfortable and even looked over her shoulder before stepping closer to the card table. Now her eyes were looking at how I still held her black lace panties. My thumb caressed the little cotton triangle. She glanced past that to my obvious bulge.

A little subdued she then looked back at the pile and picked through them halfheartedly.
“Why?” she said, not so perky now and even little shaken.
“I just told you. I think it would be incredibly erotic.”
She was sifting through the pile and for a few minutes we studied her obviously extensive collection of sexy panties. I never let go of the first pair. We looked back at each other but she quickly looked back down.

“Why erotic? What would you do with them?” she asked quietly. I set the drill down.
“More than likely I would masturbate with them. Extensively.”
She bit her lip but then gave me a teasing smile.
“You’re not one of those perverts who would wear them?”
I laughed a little.

“No. But seeing as how you are the sexiest woman I have ever seen, I’m the kind of pervert that would cum in them. A lot. Every single pair.”
She looked down, smoothing out a few small tank tops and making a little pile of her underwear. She kept looking at my hand caressing her panties and the bulge in my shorts.

“Bras too?” she asked.
“Bras too.” I replied. “And it would even be better to buy the ones you have on right now.”
She blushed a little more and wouldn’t look at me.
“You really are horny for my panties aren’t you.”
“I can’t help it. You’re just to stunning. For that matter, can you blame me for wanting to jerk off about you after I leave here?”
She looked back and me and took a deep breath.

“No.” she said simply, even though I could tell she was excited for being told how hot she was. Especially like this.
“Show me what you would do.” she asked in a whisper, glancing over her shoulder. We were partially hidden by some hanging clothes and tucked in the back of the garage so it was easy for me to step around a little out of sight. Quickly I undid the buttons in the front of my shorts and a second later I exposed my throbbing hard cock to her as she stood still watching.

I was light headed as I slipped my hand over my cock, wrapping her black panties around its length. It was risky. She could have screamed and ran inside and called the cops. Instead she stood there, her eyes glues to my cock.
“You look real nice.” She said.

“Only because of you.” I moaned a little, amazed at my own boldness as I started jerking myself right at her across the card table. She pressed her thighs into the edge of the table and watched my little show.
“You must think me some kind of a slut.”

“I think you’re amazing.” I was into it now, groaning and breathing faster. She kept right on watching, just biting one nail and looking over her shoulder from time to time.

“I’m wet.” She sighed, touching one breast.
“I know you must be.” I hissed.
“Won’t it hurt without some kind of lube?” She asked with a small smile.
“Yes but I don’t care.”
“Panty burn? Am I really that hot?” she asked, reaching across the table to take over. The table wasn’t very sturdy and she couldn’t fist me very well like this but she was touching my cock and that was enough. Her fingers were sending lightning through my body so I just groaned and let her work me as I steadied myself.

“I want to eat your pussy.” I gasped.
“I can’t.” she said. I was humping my hips at her now, she had more or less made a little cone with her fingers and panties and it was into this I was thrusting my cock as she held her hand over to me. I wanted her fist but this was surprisingly hot too.

“What do you want to do with my pussy?” she asked.
“I want to lick it. I want to taste it. Smell it. Suck it. Drink it.” I gasped. I didn’t dare let go of the card table. My legs felt like jelly.
“And my ass?”
“Everything. Anything.”
“You want to taste that too? You want to smell it? Lick it?”

I grabbed her wrist and started to spurt deeply, my cum pushing up through the lace and coating her fingers. She watched as I pulled the panties off and laid her hand flat under my tip, squirting streams of white cum into her palm. Together we watched me finish my orgasm, her finger tips brushing the edges of my tip a I spasmed one last time towards her. I pulled back slightly a little dazed and she just picked up another pair of panties, this time pink, and wiped her hand off. It was an awkward moment as we looked at each other, with her glancing over her shoulder again.

A drop of cum dripped onto the card table from my cock and she wiped it up.
“That was fucking amazing.” she said, her face flushed. I ran a hand over my face and made to tuck my cock away and snug my shorts back up.
“If it wasn’t for…” She trailed off. Again looking over shoulder.
“I just want you to know it has to end here, OK?” she said and I nodded.
“But you can also know that after you leave I’m going to go inside and seriously finger fuck myself silly before my husband comes home.”
“I would walk across hot coals to see that.” I finally said with a smile.

She smiled too and bent down to pick up a paper bag.
“These will have to do.” she said and she began to tuck some of her choice clean panties into into it.

I walked down the driveway on quivering legs, all thoughts of the sale forgotten and a little stunned. Behind me she made small talk as I walked off, standing at the end of her garage as if nothing had happened. Probably for the benefit of any neighbors lurking around. But in my bag I now had what must be a dozen pair of panties that had been wrapped around this incredible womans body. Snugged up to her pussy and ass. To bad they were all clean.

As for the pair I had cum in she stood there again with her hands on her hips holding them in one fist and the pink panties she used to wipe off her hand in the other. Later, when I would jerk off about her again and again, I would imagine her already tasting my cum from the crotch when she stepped inside her house.

I reached my car just as some old man came tottering out of his house, headed for his mail box. I sighed, deciding then and there that some how I had to come back here at a better time and find out.

I looked up the driveway and waved and she raised one hand up and called out to me as I opened my car door.
“Have a good time.”