For the most part I'm a pretty loyal friend, and people seem to find me trustworthy. And I am, except for one tiny detail.
Once left alone in any woman's house, I can't resist trying on her clothes, expecially her underwear.
And that's exactly what I've done each and every single time I've house-sat for anyone. As soon as I'm alone, I get undressed and spend literally hours going through closets, dresser drawers, laundry baskets, basically anything that might contain clothes for me to try on.
Of course, that's only half the story. I go through their wardrobes until I get myself all dressed up in their clothes, and then I masturbate.
I've done this over and over and never been caught, although I'm extremely careful about keeping things clean, folding things exactly right and always putting everything back exactly the way I found it.
I feel guilty afterwards, but mostly I'm just afraid of being caught. Every so often though the payoff is so good the whole thing seems worth it.
Like when I see my buddy's wife wearing a blouse or a skirt that I've worn, it drives me crazy.
Or the time I housesat for my grad school friend, I actually talked to her on the phone, from her place, dressed from head to toe in her clothes. That was amazing.
Another example, the co-worker whose house I watched a few summers ago, she had a fantastic collection of dresses and skirt-suits which were all roughly my size. I wore them all, and masturbated in most of them (usually wearing her hose and her pumps at the same time). Now, whenever she comes to work in something that I wore, it gets me super-excited.
Also, I just love to walk by her in the office and think to myself, we literally wear the same panties.


