Alison's Panties

Alison has gone right back to keeping herself to herself. We haven’t had any form of sexual contact since the last time weeks and weeks ago. I think that as the lockdown is slowly being lifted, she is reverting to type and doesn’t want that kind of love from me. I must admit, I miss it....I miss her. I know what a huge thing it was for her to share her sexuality with me, and I am honoured that she did so. You know, I think it’s more than “I miss it” it’s more that I mourn it. 

Which is why I found myself in the laundry room this morning. Our housekeeper can’t come back to work just yet, so we take it turn and turn about with the domestic chores. This week, I’m on laundry duty. I was loading the washing machine as usual when I found myself with my hand resting on a pair of Ali’s panties. They were nothing special, she doesn’t go in for the slutty type of undies, but I found myself just standing there, my right hand resting lightly on these panties, and thinking about what has passed between us. 

I lifted them from the pile, and turned them around in my fingers. It didn’t take long for me to find the crotch, and at one point I told myself that I wouldn’t look inside, but that was a promise I simply couldn’t keep. In a heartbeat I had turned them inside out. 

No, they weren’t covered in her girl cum. There was just a few little white marks that showed they had been worn. I suspect that, unlike me, Alison only gets really wet when she’s horny. Me, I’m wet most of the time, but then I’m horny most of the time too! So, I’m standing there like a lemon thinking back to how Alison felt, how she tasted, and I realised just how much I miss her in that way. 

Then, well, I suppose Miss Brain got involved. She reminded me of the times I would smell other girls’ panties in the locker room. I closed my eyes and brought Ali’s panties up to my face. It was all there....that delightful, fresh, feminine scent....the faint scent of pee...and I found my hand reaching up my skirt and snaking into my own panties.

Panties which were already wet to the touch...well, it’s been a while. I realised that, unusually for me, I haven’t masturbated for a couple of days. I inhaled deeply, and Alison’s pheromones flooded my whole being. My finger circled my clit, and she purred in response. I moved my feet to be slightly apart, and bent my knees. For some reason I find standing in this position really sexy. As my leg muscles start to complain, the pain actually helps my journey to orgasm. I still had her panties clamped to my face, and I was whispering obscenities into them, calling her a cunt, a fucking whore, everything I did on that wild night when she, for a moment, entered my sexual world, and was, for the first time in her life totally uninhibited. It seemed to me as I stood there, that the scents seemed to accentuate themselves in different ways. One moment, all I could smell was her cunt, her fresh, amazing, cunt. The next, all I could smell was pee. Then it became a homogeny of both, with each scent rising and falling in turn. 

My orgasm came like a punch between my legs. It felt every bit as violent as being fucked and I felt myself squirt heavily. As I said, the pain of standing in what is known as a ‘stress position’ actually helped greatly, but then I find cumming standing up to be a different world from cumming lying down. 

The orgasm faded and left me fully satisfied, something I realised simple masturbation hasn’t done for me for a while, but there I stood, quite literally soaked. I tossed Ali’s panties back onto her pile, and took mine off. I used a t shirt of Ali’s to dry my cunny and my inner thighs, and that’s when the idea popped into my head. I’m not known in the family as an organised launderess, and when I do the laundry, clothes often end up with the wrong owner. I took Ali’s panties and tossed my own wet ones onto her pile ready for washing, then I slowly put hers on. If I can’t have her cunt against mine for real, then this is the next best thing. Slowly, ever so slowly, I pulled them up until I felt the crotch settle against my cunny lips. Her scent against mine, her little white cunny stains being kissed by mine. Of course, it made me instantly wet again, but that’s ok. 

For the first time in many days, I felt more like my own sexual self. I felt that familiar whole body tingle that I knew had been missing for a while. I remembered back at school, how holding another girl’s panties between my legs when I came added to the thrill of it all, and now I was wearing another girl’s used undies...and they were my sisters! 

The rest of the day passed with me completing my washing duties, and wandering around the house in an increasing state of arousal. 

Back in my bedroom that night, I stripped to just the panties. There would be zero point in smelling them now, they were so wet, they would only smell of me, but lying on my bed, knees up and legs spread gave me sight of just how wet I was. 

I masturbated again, this time still wearing her panties. I wanted to cum into the crotch. I’ve seen Ali’s panties a lot when I do the laundry. It’s obvious to me when she has cum in her panties and when it’s just normal, everyday discharge. She hadn’t, I’m sure, cum in these, but I felt an irresistible urge to do so. Maybe, by some magic, next time she wears these, she will feel like having sex with me again. 

The orgasm was spectacular, visceral, and vicious in the way it tore at me like a wild animal. 

Footnote:

At school, I didn’t skip PE/Games every time, that would have been impossible, but Miss Brain did pop one juicy little thought into my head which was “What if another girl had used YOUR panties for a little fun?” It made me think back. We’re there any times that I thought my panties were moved from where I left them? Actually, there were! I used to tuck them deep into my kit bag, but on more than one occasion, I found them on the top! I hadn’t realised that until now! I’ll have to think further about this. Sometimes we took evil delight in hiding each other’s panties. I’m quite sure that at the end of a day, the school caretaker found a few pairs of panties tucked behind radiators....hmmm....thinking about it, maybe that’s why the caretaker always cleaned the girls locker room himself rather than send one of the female cleaners in there.

Second footnote: 

I have, since writing this had a heart-to-heart with Alison and asked her if she’s upset with me. I made it clear that I would put no pressure on her, but that I missed our closeness. She told me that she enjoyed our sexual exploration of each other, but that it also frightened her how much she enjoyed it. It turns out that two things bother her. One is the fact that she really enjoyed the physical sensations, but the other is the fact that she enjoyed the incestuous nature of it. As she said “It wasn’t just another girls cunt I was licking, it was my sisters, and I can’t deny that that added to the thrill.” In short, she is on a guilt trip. “....and now, with the lockdown lifting, I could get a boyfriend and be...normal.” (Ouch....that stung.)  At this point, she put her hand on my knee and said “...but if you really need to....” I told her that this was the wrong way round, and that I would be there if SHE really needed to. I can’t believe how much I want to lie with her again.