I flinched. What was I doing? This wasBenI was thinking about. But I hadn’t seen a naked man in so long, and his cock was so big and hard. I’d never been with anyone who was as big as him. Part of me didn’t believe cocks like that existed in real life. That they were something that belonged only in porn videos.
He started stroking himself again, faster and harder. The head of his cock was deep pink and dripping pre-cum, which he used to lubricate himself. With his other hand, he picked up his phone and watched it intently, a tiny little crease in his brow.
It was hot as hell.
I never thought I’d think that about Ben of all people, but my entire body felt weak. There was pressure building up in between my legs. I could feel myself get aroused.
Ben grunted, then made an annoyed noise, scaring the hell out of me. Had he sensed me?
But no, it looked like something on his phone had irritated him. He let go of his dick, tossed the phone to the side, and leaned over towards his bedside table. He’d dropped his keys on the top, and they jangled and clinked as he picked them up.
He picked out one of the keys, leaned over the edge of the bed and unlocked the bottom drawer.
I couldn’t breathe. My entire body felt tight with curiosity.
He dug through it, and I could hear a variety of things move, and irritation flashed through me. If only I had a better view! I couldn’t see anything from here.
Then he pulled something out, and the sight of it shocked me to the core.
Tiny. Pink. Lacy.
My missing panties.
My stomach dropped to my feet, and part of me wanted to burst out of the closet right then and there and demand what the fuck he was doing, stealing my stuff. But I couldn’t. My body wouldn’t have moved even if I wanted it to, and besides, he couldn’t know I was spying on him.
Maybe I was mistaken. Maybe it wasn’t my underwear, but someone else’s.
But no. As he leaned back against the headboard, clutching the panties in his hand, it was clear they were mine. They were the exact same pair. There was no mistaking it.
He spread his legs, using one hand to stroke his cock, the other holding my panties. He brought them up to his nose and breathed them in, letting out a low, satisfied groan.
Holy fuck. Ben was afreak.
He smelled them as he jerked himself off faster and faster, his fist a blur on his cock. Then he took the crotch of the panties — the part that had pressed flush against my pussy — and put that part in his mouth.
My jaw dropped open. I kind of wanted to scream.
What the actual fuck was he doing? But also…why did it turn me on, in a sick and twisted sort of way?
This was such creepy behavior, yet part of me wanted to slide a hand down my pants and rub my clit.
I watched, frozen with a mix of horror and lust, as he sucked on the panties while stroking himself. His eyes were closed, and he looked lost in pleasure, occasionally letting out grunts and moans that were muffled by the lacy fabric.
His legs jerked and his body went taught, and I realized he was about to cum. I sucked in a breath, feeling anticipation in spite of myself.
At the last minute, he took the panties out of his mouth, wrapped it around his cock, and came a second later, grunting as he shot white ropes. The creamy cum landed on my panties, which, in addition to his spit, were a wet, soggy mess.
I was completely disgusted.
I also kind of wanted to lick it up.
Ben’s cheeks were pink, his face damp with sweat, and his eyes fluttered shut. He let go of his cock, which was softening.
The entire thing felt like a dream.
Eventually, he got out of bed, took the panties, and left the room. A moment later, I heard the shower running, and I used the opportunity to slip out of the closet, leave his bedroom, and I ran out of the apartment.
An hour later, I was on my second lap walking around campus, my skin still feeling hot after everything that just happened.
