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The next day, as soon as I woke up naked, the memories of what had transpired filled me with more excitement than my already existing morning wood. I quickly found the panty, and it wasn’t stained with her juices. It was now crusty from my juices too.
I dressed up, picked her panty, balled it up in my fist and walked to the bathroom. Sneha was already up and at the table eating her breakfast. She looked up at me. I placed her panty next to the magazine she was reading in front of her. I waited for her response.
She gave a naughty smirk, picked it up and directly smelled it. Looking at her skin making contact with my cum, my cock stood up in respect. She picked up her piece of toast with her panty and magazine.
“We’ll talk about this in the evening. Come home quickly.” Saying this, she slapped my bum and left for her room.
I was late for classes, so I had a very cold shower that morning. Although our classes weren’t that long, it took forever for them to finish. And once I went to work, I was deputized to do the dishes, which felt even longer.
I couldn’t get my mind off of Sneha and how she had brought her face close to my cum. Or how she had smiled mischievously at me after, or how she had grabbed my bum as she left the room.
It was getting hard for me to work. But maybe it was a good thing they put me to do the dishes and not fry things in the kitchen.
As my shift ended, I changed to my sweats, almost bolted out of the door, and half sprinted to the apartment. As I opened the door, she was standing by the kitchen, arranging the groceries. “What’s for dinner?” she asked without looking up.
I told her what it was, and she handed me the cutlery. She brought out a few beers to the couch as well. As we had dinner on the couch, she asked me about all the mundane things of my day. She was talking about office politics and all that.
I stared at her long legs coming out of that grey pleated skirt. The top button of her blouse was open for me to see the smooth skin of her chest. She didn’t seem like she wanted to talk about what had happened.
I didn’t want to be the one to start because I was honestly scared. After dinner, I did the dishes while she sat back on the couch. Once I was done, she beckoned me to sit on the couch next to her.
As I sat down, nervously sipping on my beer, she asked when I had been using her underwear to jerk off. I tell her the truth, and it’s been a few months.
“Just my panties? What else do you use?”
‘Sometimes I use a bra after you work out.”
“So it’s the sweating that turns you on?”
“Among other things… I can visualize you sweating, and that turns me on. If it makes any sense.’
She kept interrogating me over and over again until she seemed satisfied with my answers. There was a brief silence that I used to sip on my beer. From the corner of my eye, I saw her move.
She lifted her pleated skirt a little bit, and she reached up and removed her pink underwear. I stared at her in shock as she threw me her panty.
“Show me how you visualize. Now.”
I was confused and scared. I had a boner, a boner that seemed to be obeying her instructions. She pointed at my growing boner and ordered, “Take it out and show me how you think of me!”
I pulled my sweats and my underwear to my ankles and sat back down with cock in my hand. While I started smelling her warm pink panty in my other hand.
The warmth on the garment would have been enough for me. But I could see a fresh wet patch at its center. She was horny! I nearly came from just that. I hungrily tasted the moistness on the thin fabric.
The sweetness of her pussy mixed with the salty taste of her sweat, maybe even urine. I was lost in the thought of her being horny when I felt warm hands touch the tip of my cock. I opened my eyes to see her touch the tip of my cock with her index finger to scoop up a long drop of my precum.
She tapped it with her thumb and played with the strings of my precum, and when she tasted it. I couldn’t move. I was staring at her mischievously, sucking on her finger.
She reached out again, scooped whatever was left of the precum and directly took it into her mouth without playing with it. She then lifted her skirt a little bit more and started touching herself. But I couldn’t see her pussy, her leg came in the way.
But I could hear her wet pussy. She turned to me. ‘What? Continue… I want to see you explode!” she commanded.
I started jerking off again. I closed my eyes, imagining that I was tasting her pussy through her panties. I was close and probably was grunting too. She had moved closer to me, and I opened my eyes. She had leaned towards me and brought her fingers to my face. I put them in my mouth one by one.
“Taste my pussy, won’t you?” I’d never forget that. The taste of her pussy and her finger in my mouth and what she said tripped me off. I exploded all over myself. I could hear her moan softly in surprise, but I was riding my orgasm, cumming in waves.
She withdrew her fingers from my mouth as I lay there on the couch. She wiped a lot of my cum off herself with her panty. She then touched my tip, now extra sensitive. She scooped off the remaining cum with her fingers and tasted it off her fingers.
She coyly looked at me and said thanks, and she got off the couch. As she stood, her bare bottom was visible to me. She adjusted her skirt and walked into her room.
I looked over to the couch to see a few wet stains where she was sitting. A few drops of her pussy juice were traveling down along the side of the couch. I quickly tasted her sweet and sour cum. It was sticky and stringy as well.
I knew it then. My cock was hers for the taking.