This is really in reply to a comment I made after reading another story. I've been asked by lots of you who the celebrity was who caught me wearing her underwear. Potentially if I said who it was it could do some damage with the story being picked up by the media. Some details though... I'd been fucking a beauty of a woman on and off for a while. Even convinced her to have a threesome with a friend which she adored and was achieved mostly over a pool table at a cricket club. She cleaned there a few times a week early morning. I shan't name a pocket though! (there's a joke there) Her other job was part time cleaning a female celebrity's house on the outskirts of her village. A gettaway house in Cornwall away from the hustle and bustle of life in London and continually being on prime time TV. She was once in a famous partnership, travelled the world and is almost as famous for being verbally very forward and open with her thoughts. Anywsy, always looking for a place to fuck my friend mentioned we could use a house where the owner was away. I didn't realise who it was till I saw pictures of the celeb at the property. I was nervous to be honest. Don't know really why but it felt strange being in a place owned by someone I'd only a few days before seen on TV and knew was very popular. So, my friend had to clean first and that included changing the beds. So while she did this, refusing my help, I went to the loo to freshen up my bits. Always polite having clean bits guys! In the corner of this huge bathroom there was a large basket for dirty washing. Naturally I looked inside and couldn't believe what I found. Jackpot doesn't cover it. There staring at me was a suspender belt, white FFN stockings and some silky white knickers. Now my friend knew I dabbled in crossdressing so without hesitation I grabbed what was there and had a closer look. One stocking clearly had heavy male cum stains at the top and on part of the suspender belt too. Lovely thick odour, I was so tempted to lick it. But instead I completely got naked and slipped it all on. The knickers were very tight so not wanting to ruin them I left them off. Then wanting to be mischievous I went to what was a spare bedroom and got into an obviously used bed. The bottom sheet was covered in more dry cum. This guy must pack very big balls or not cum for a long time. I mean, it was everywhere. This hightened the moment and I called out to my friend. She walked in and laughed until I pulled back the covers to show her what I was wearing. She didn't realise at first it wasn't mine and got a little annoyed when I told her. But the cum stains started to turn her on too and we were at it like rabbits in no time. After a good while she mounted me and rode me to her second orgasm. I'd cum too and she collapsed on me, both very sweaty and both exhausted. Just normal boring fucking but was good enough for us. Then as we lay there in silence I heard the front door close. What The Fuck!!! Within a split second it seemed someone was already close to the open door of the bedroom. It's pretty close to the stairs which themselves is close to the entrance downstairs. Panic hit us both but it was too late. There at the bedroom door was the female celeb, on her own and looking straight at us both. My friend had made it off the bed and stood there completely naked and feet away from the celeb. There was a dripping sound and beneath my friend on the floor my cum had oozed out in a single splosh. I on the other hand I was kneeling in the bed, cock slightly dripping from cum having very recently withdrawn from my friend. The celeb looked at me and sort of smiled, in a sort of cheeky 'got you' sort of way and walked back towards her kitchen. Me and my friend looked at each other stunned to silence. Then panic returned and we fumbled looking for our clothes. Part way through dressing my friend got very cross and sort of mimed to me that I need to take off the f'ing stockings before putting on my trousers. This delayed my departure and it was another ten minutes before I found everything and left. I walked past the kitchen but no celeb, the front door was open so I quickly hurried through and headed to my car. I turned sensing someone was there and leaning against the outside wall on her mobile phone was the celeb looking at me intensely. I was worried sick for my friend thinking her job had been lost over our antics. I got to my car and sat in the driving seat. I was shaking with the fear of the moment and puzzled why the celeb had not exploded with rage. I fumbled the key into the ignition and started the car. Then as I pulled away I noticed a note tucked under one of my windscreen wiper blades. Just up the road I stopped and retrieved the note. It said, 'lovely pair of legs and so smooth looking in my stockings, do you fancy exploring more?' A mobile phone number was added. Now I was intrigued but my fear of who she was, celeb wise, made me think I could not handle this kind of woman. The moment definitely got to me I guess because I disguarded the note and never went back there again. My friend, I am glad to say, kept her job but did tell me the celeb asked who I was and asked for my telephone number, which my friend gave her, probably in an effort to keep her job. I never heard from the celeb. Often saw her on TV and wondered what if I'd sent her a text!