They Slipped My Mind
I stepped into the apartment along with the growing sense of excitement. She poured a couple of glasses with wine and we sat on the sofa while sipping them. We were gradually becoming closer, emptying our glasses. Soon, the wine glasses were put aside on the coffee table and our arms were bundling around each other. The way we were coughing and gasping showed our growing intimacy. Our lips met as soon as we decided to kiss each other. It was nothing less than a few passionate kisses, and our passion was igniting every moment.
We started kissing faster and faster, and in no time, we hugged each other while kissing passionately, like a pair of very horny college lovers.
Next, we started manipulating each other. I started feebly removing her shirt by sliding my hands beneath it. Her delicate skin exposed sent me into a frenzy, causing heat to burn inside me. My hands experienced the same treatment as hers and I felt her fingernails scraping gently under my skin. A smile lingered on her lips before she shifted her focus to my waistband.
Gripping the fold in my pants, I watched as she slowly unbuckled my belt, yet the slowness captivated me. Equally methodical, she unbuttoned the upper part of my pants and starting pulling down my zipper. My erection made it easy for her to pry my pants loose, leaving them on the floor. Quickly pulled my shirt in front.
She stared with raised eyebrows; I followed her gaze down my body and froze when I saw it. In an instant, realization hit me. I had forgotten that I wore her panties. Far from resembling regular men's underwear, these were pretty - silky, white, and adorned with lace and print.
Her eyebrows furrowed; an epithet slipped off her tongue. "You're perverted! So you took them from your sister?" I chocked out softly at her bizarre inquiry.
"No! No! No! No! No! I can explain!" I reiterated before the blunder struck me.
Her lips curled into a frown before stating, "If you have a girlfriend - "
Cutting her off - "Yeah, I do."
"Your girlfriend likes you to wear her panties?" she mocked.
A sharp rebuttal jarred my vocal chords. "Yes...plese...don't make me leave...geet my clothes back..."
Showing her disdain, she held out my pants and approached her door. As if it was an invitation, she threw my trousers out while cursing and screaming. My trousers flew over the balcony and dropped down all the way from the fourth floor.
I stood frozen at the spot then took a peek. She couldn't believe what she saw and pulled me out while rampaged, "Leave. Now. I'm going to call the cops."
With clear defeat in my heart, I stroke my car key rapidly and bolted. To my embarrassment, my eagerness to leave caused me to preemptively pull my shirt from the waistband. I rushed along half dressed towards the door.
I scooped up my pants and re-dashed to my car. In the car, I sighed relief and chose not to tuck my pants on.
My journey home was robbed of serenity. Despite this spree of embarrassment, I looked down and saw my arousal intact, pulsing exactly how it was before. The stretched thread of the silk panties, my arousal rubbing against them, caused discomfort, a throbbing that resisted vanishing even after I arrived home. Locked inside my apartment, I peeled off my clothes, and there it was, uplifted by the panties.
I stretched out on my bed, about to get started on a little self-pleasure through my panties, when suddenly, a new thought popped in my head. I'm not sure what sparked this contemplation, but I snagged a pillow and wedged it between my legs, then climbed on top of it and started humping it vigorously. I'd haven't used this specific masturbation technique in a while, but the silk panties brushing against the length of my dick as I humped the pillow felt absolutely surreal. What made it all the more thrilling was how my mind replayed that night's events: her furious voice screaming out, calling me a pervert. That, combined with my frantic scramble to escape her apartment and the taxi ride home, had my dick throbbing uncontrollably.
I could feel the orgasmic pressure mounting, and in no time, I exploded, sending gushes of cum all over my panties and the pillow. My entire body quaked as my cock finished emptying my balls. I'd just experienced one of the most electrifying orgasms ever, but was too drained to even attempt to move, as I lay there, submerged in a warm, sticky puddle of my own making. I knew the consequences when my girlfriend discovered my little secret, but I just didn't have the strength to care as I nodded off into dreamland.
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