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story : My Roommate's Panties ... Susan Anne


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When I was 20 I stole a pair of my roommate's panties.

We were both attending a non-residential college. She was a country girl, away from home for the first time, I was a naive kid from the suburbs trying to survive on a modest scholarship and make a break from my mother's firm hand. We met through an ad on a bulletin board: "Girls wanted to share house". We both arrived at the run down cottage at the same time and found ourselves ogled and interrogated by one of the grubbiest, hairiest, most revolting guys either of us had ever laid eyes on. So we said No Thanks, went off and found a two bedroom flat together.

Joanne was tall and pretty (in a natural, unaffected way) with a lovely white smile. She also had a superb, full-breasted figure. Looking back I guess she was wholesome and healthy, the way country girls are supposed to be. At the beginning we got on very well. I cooked, she cleaned, we laughed a lot, even went out together on occasions. I liked her. I could tell she liked me.

Then she acquired a boyfriend called Steve and forgot I existed. He just ignored me, giving me the faintest of smiles whenever we happened to bump into each other in the hallway or kitchen. For my part I tried to ignore both of them. But it wasn't easy. Their relationship quickly developed into a hot, passionate affair which meant they stayed in a lot instead of going to lectures and made love behind their closed door. I could always hear the sounds of it, but I tried hard to pretend it wasn't happening. Once I bumped into Steve coming out of the bathroom naked, his penis still semi-erect. Another time I saw him in the bath.

One night I ran into Joanne - literally - in the hall, en route from bedroom to bathroom. She wore nothing but pale blue briefs. I knew she was well built but until that moment I had never seen the full glory of her breasts. She grabbed me to stop me cannoning into her and for a moment I was pressed against those glorious orbs. I could smell sex on her warm, smooth skin.

From that night on I found myself stealing glances at her breasts and cleavage whenever I thought she wasn't looking. I began noticing other things about her - the graceful curve of her neck, the way her dark hair fell when was reading, her darker eyebrows, her long athlete's legs, the perfect shape of her bottom when she wore jeans ... even the swell of her pubic mound when she put on a swimsuit.

One summer's afternoon I came home from college and didn't realise they were home; I walked through their partially open door looking for something - and froze. They were asleep, naked, Joanne's perfect back to me. I can still conjure up the picture all these years later ... the smooth contours of her spine, the tan lines on her buttocks.

Later that afternoon, when I was shut in my room trying to read, they went out somewhere. For reasons I can't explain, when I was sure they'd gone I went back into their room and looked closely at the mattress where they'd been lying. I remember I thought it might be warm but it wasn't. However I discovered a lingering smell ... body odour, semen, Joanne's girl smell? It wrinkled my nose but at the same time excited me.

I was sexually inexperienced back then. My encounters with boys hadn't exactly been the stuff of novels. Nevertheless I began imagining my roommate and her boyfriend making love. I'd switch off my light, lie in the darkness and try to picture them doing it. But gradually I realised he wasn't figuring very strongly in my imaginings while I could readily conjure up vivid images of Joanne, naked, breathless and beautiful.

That's when I started masturbating seriously. I'd massage myself until I was sweaty and too sore to continue then lie awake, frustrated, aching for release, and wondering what was wrong with me. The following morning I would always swear to myself never to do it again. But a day or two later my libido would rear up and once more I'd be lying there in the dark working my fingers inside myself, visualising Joanne, legs spread, exposed to me.

Then came the weekend they went away. I had the flat to myself for 48 hours, which meant I could spend the day in my dressing gown and do whatever I wanted. I knew it was a wicked thing to do but I took the chance to snoop in their room at my leisure. I tried on some of Joanne's clothes. I looked in her bedside drawer and touched her private things. It felt deliciously naughty to do it. Lastly I looked at the contents of the dirty washing basket. I'm not sure if I knew what I wanted to find, but when I came across a pair of pale lime panties I remember my heart thumping painfully.

The gusset was discoloured with a dusting of talcum powder and some kind of discharge. I fancy it was slightly moist to the touch. I don't know why but I sniffed them. That was the first time I ever inhaled the scent of another girl's pussy. It aroused me instantly, so I lay on their bed, drew up my knees, slid my hand inside my pyjamas and felt myself. I was slick and warm and my fingers made a nice slurping noise. I pressed the panties to my face and masturbated, swimming in the perfume of Joanne's pussy. It was like my own smell but somehow different. How I wanted to smell the real thing! The illicit excitement of it all gave me the boost I needed and I had my first ever orgasm.

Later, feeling ashamed, I put her panties back in the dirty clothes where I'd found them. But the following day I had a change of heart and stole them back. I kept them for months, hidden away in my room, taking them out occasionally when I was particularly aroused and sniffing them deeply while I worked a candle (my only sex toy) in and out of myself, fantasising about my "girl lover". Strangely the perfume of Joanne's pussy never really faded from the fabric; and it never failed to make me wet. I don't think she ever guessed what had happened to her lime briefs.
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posted 2010 January 6 (Wednesday) at 7:00 AM

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