I have always had close and long-term friendships with females. Some, we have been open about our sex lives, some not so much. This involves a friend from HS that we kept in touch with throughout our thirties. Long story short we would hang out here and there. I was attracted (mostly sexually) but I knew I didn't have a chance (she only went for white boys, I'm Hispanic) we would talk about our sex lives here and there as our friendship kept going.
Early on I knew she loved to masturbate, and always talked about loving to give head. I would jack off thinking of her quite often, keeping mental pictures of her ass when we hung out. Eventually as grew older she got her own place and invited me over. We got dinner and had a few cocktails, and decided to call it a night. I'm not into that whole taking advantage stuff although what I did might be.
For 10 years I had always fantasized about her. And finally had the opportunity to raid her panties. To my surprise, as I opened the drawer, an assortment of sex toys appeared. A small bullet vibrator, a 12-inch rabbit vibrator, a small but thick dildo. I couldn't help myself, my dick throbbing through my pants, her panties an assortment of thongs, g string and regular panties, and in the hamper, a couple of panties that seemed to have been soaked in her juices and were stiff. I wrapped some dirty panties around my dick and had a session, finishing into the crotch. Scared that she would walk in I went for another round this time finishing into the same panties that were now a total mess. I put them deep into the dirty laundry basket. I woke up the next morning and it was like nothing happened. Hung out with her for a couple more years after that until she got into a relationship and never heard from her again. To this day I still think about that night and her when I masturbate.
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