Dirty Wet Panties: He Was Caught Red-Handed!

I saw him standing next to my laundry hamper.

“John,” I said sternly.  “What are you doing?”  At the sound of my voice, he looked over his shoulder.  Then turned bright red when he realized I’d caught him with my dirty, wet panties in hand.

John was nothing more than a friend.  I’d agreed to let him stay at my place for the week while his now ex-girlfriend moved her things out of their shared apartment.  We worked together years ago.  And he was always a fun friend to have.  No one will believe it, but we’d actually never hooked up.  I thought he was cute, but he was so in love with Sylvia, it felt immoral to try to get him to stray.  I know, it doesn’t sound like me at all, does it?

Now, he was standing in my bedroom with one hand down his pants and the other holding my dirty, wet panties against his face.  I’d just gotten home from the gym, taken a quick shower, and left my panties right on top of my gym clothes in my hamper before I headed back out.  But I’d forgotten my phone, so I’d run back home to grab it.

Certainly, John wasn’t expecting to be caught with my dirty, wet panties.

“I-I-I…” he stuttered, his face growing more crimson by the minute.  “I was going to do some laundry and figured I could help you out too,” he continued, fumbling with his lie.  “And, well, your dirty, wet panties were right on top.  And I…”  He trailed off, dropping my red lace panties back into my hamper.

I stood there contemplating what to do.  I could get mad, tell him he was a pervert, and kick him out of my apartment.  But I wasn’t really all that mad.  My panties are always super cute.  And I know they were especially wet after my workout and the hot masturbation session I had before my shower.  I decided it would be much better to have a little fun with John and my dirty, wet panties.

“I understand,” I said slowly, walking over to him.  “Things have been tough, I know.  I’m sure you’re lonely after the breakup.  And who could resist these?”  I picked up my dirty, wet panties and hung them from my finger.  I could see John relax as I spoke.  Little did he know what I had really cooked up.

His pants were still undone.  So I reached down and wrapped my panties around his stiff cock, feeling the dampness of them as I gently began to stroke him.  He leaned his head back, eyes closed, and let out a moan.

“Oh God, Kayla, you have no idea how good it feels to be touched like this,” he whispered.  But I wasn’t letting him get off scot-free.

I pulled my dirty, wet panties off his cock.

And gave him a sly smile.  “Well, you know it’s not very nice to go snooping through someone else’s things,” I began.  His eyes got wide as he looked at me.  “So if you’re going to sniff my dirty wet panties, you need to wear them too.”

Before he could react, I tugged his jeans and boxers down, forcing him to step out of them.  Then I handed over my panties and stepped back, waiting for him to do as I said.  Honestly, I expected a little pushback from John.  But instead, he bent over and slipped my dirty, wet panties up and over his hard cock.  And I have to say, he looked really fucking good.

“I like it,” I whispered, pressing myself up against him.  “I really, really like it.”  My hand began to slide up and down his shaft, feeling the combination of the lace of my dirty, wet panties and his incredibly hard cock.  “Cum for me, John.  Make my panties even dirtier.”

He groaned.  Then I felt his cock twitch.  And a warm load of cum soaked my panties even more.  As much as I was enjoying this, I did have places to be.  So I tugged his pants back up over my dirty, wet panties and zipped them up.

“Good boy,” I whispered.  “Now you stay like this until I get home, understand?”  He nodded in agreement as I walked out the door.

What would you do with my dirty, wet panties?  Sniff them or wear them?  Why don’t you read all about my blindfolded surprise threesome and then tell me…

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