Heated Tales: A compilation of steamy stories
I opened the closet door, which was filled with women's clothes, organized by what must have been occasion and then by color.
I couldn't help but laugh a bit when I saw it. There was a section specifically for pajamas.
Mrs. Riley had a lot of matching lingerie sets, garters, and see-through teddies, and I blushed looking at them. No doubt she had worn them for Mr. Riley, and I wondered what kind of things they had done after he had slowly pulled them off her.
I rifled through her clothes looking for something a bit less revealing. They felt musty, as though she hadn't even moved them around for ages, even before she left.