I never thought of myself as a panty sniffer. It never really was something that I was interested in, but then again as someone who never really lived with a girl, I guess I didn’t have a chance. But changed big time upon my arrival in New York, when I met my roommate.
I had just gotten out of college and had always wanted to live in the City, and was lucky enough to find a place that was relatively cheap in a pretty awesome neighborhood downtown. It was a 1-bedroom converted into a 2-bedroom in a pretty nice building, but I didn’t know anyone, and I mean anyone, in New York, so I put an ad on craigslist and waited. I didn’t really care who I moved in with so long as they weren’t too messy and were fine with the occasional smell of weed, but was kind of hoping I would get someone who could be a friend of mine from the start. I didn’t get that type of person.
I got a lot of pings from interested parties, but the one who ended up in my place was a girl named Lexi. She was hot as hell but truthfully a bit of a bitch when first meeting her. She was a lifelong New Yorker, raised on the Upper East Side in a massive townhouse, the daughter of a doctor and a corporate lawyer, probably the definition of a JAP (Jewish American Princess), and anyone could tell that she had never wanted for anything in her life. She was set.
She was also as stunner. About 5’4″ with dark brown hair that curled ever so slightly and hung down to her shoulder blades, she had beautiful full lips and gorgeous hazel eyes that were incredibly expressive. When she was pissed or wanted her way, you knew it through her eyes.
Her body was somehow on par with her face. She was petite everywhere but her chest, beautiful pert D-cups that looked good in anything. Her hips were not very wide, but she hid a tight, slightly smaller ass behind them that I was a fan of immediately. I later learned she went to the gym pretty often, and worked hard to have a body that was toned but not bulky.
I could lie and said I chose her to be my roommate because she was hot, but truthfully it was her money that sealed the deal. She was very upfront on her email to me: She wanted to see my place because it was a great building in an area she wanted to be in right out of college, and it was close to the 456 (a subway line) and therefore her parents on the UES. She went to a smaller super-competitive college nowhere near where I went, and already had her job lined up in marketing at a fast-growing tech startup in Chelsea. She came to see the apartment wearing a long camel coat and jeans, and a white tshirt and bra underneath that did nothing to hide her nipples poking through. She liked the place immediately, but said right off the bat that she wanted the bigger (non-converted) bedroom and that she’d pay the larger amount of the rent for it. As a guy fresh out of college with a graphic design degree, I found it a relief that I wouldn’t have to pay as much I as thought I would.
She moved in and we got along fine. I knew from the beginning that I wasn’t getting a friend I was hoping for, as she had a bunch of (also incredibly hot) friends in town from growing up here as well as a good network of folks from college. She wanted the apartment and the room. I think she read me pretty well in our first meeting and realized that I was fine with her calling a lot of the shots. I was a pretty innocuous guy, not unattractive but not one of the underwear models she usually went for. I was by definition easy-going, not a pushover, but I don’t blame anyone if they read that from me initially. At an even 6′, I was on the swim team throughout middle and high school and that frame didn’t leave me during the course of college, but drinking and munchies from smoking left a bit more weight on me than my 5% body fat I was working with when I was swimming competitively.
I started fantasizing about Lexi almost immediately, and who wouldn’t. As I said, it was the first time I lived with a girl who wasn’t my mom, and having that eye candy was pretty sweet to think about as I was jerking off. I stuck to just the imaginary fantasies, thinking about what she looked like naked and imagining myself with her, her riding on top of me or giving me a blow job with those incredible lips of hers. But one friday evening I finally got a visual. She was going out to a club with her girlfriends and was getting ready while was in my room working on a freelance project before going out with some newly made friends from work. She knew I was home but in her rush to get ready ran to the bathroom in just panties and a bra. I did not know this when I went to go get a beer to get the night started. She came scooting out of the bathroom just as I opened my door to head to the kitchen, and barreled right into me, wearing nothing but a matching bright red lace bra and thong set. We were both startled, and I looked at her in bewilderment as she let out a perturbed “excuse me”. I let her pass and she jogged back to her room as I tried to covertly stare at her incredible ass. Needless to say, I knew exactly what imagery I would be thinking of when I jerked off next, which happened to be as soon as she left.
She came home later that night but the next morning I could not get that red lace thong out of my head. She left for the gym and as soon as I thought the coast was clear I made a b-line for her hamper, my dick already getting hard. There they were, sitting at the top of the pile. I took them to my face, smelling them, before taking them bakc to my room and wrapping them around my dick as I imagined myself slipping in and out of her, her tits bouncing in my face as I came inside her.
I continued this trend for about 5 weeks, exploring her different panties that she wore the night before. I would always come hard, intense spasms that made keeping her panties clean a challenge. I truly hit the jackpot when she told me she’d be going out to her familie’s beach house in eastern Long Island with her family for a week. When the day came, a Sunday, she left 3 thongs: A black cotton pair, a calvin Klein sporty one, and that incredible red lace thong. And I went nuts.
Saturday would be my last day with them and I planned to jerk off with all three. by that time I had enjoyed the apartment to myself so much that I denigrated to just jerking off in the living room. I pulled my favorite, the red lace thong, out from her hamper Saturday afternoon and sat down on the couch and began stroking myself, her thong wrapped around my balls. I should’ve been smarter, she was only 3 hours away, Sunday was not a firm statement of her return, she could come home any time.
Suddenly I heard a scratching noise at the door and by the time I realized someone was coming in I only had time to pull the thong away and shove it into the couch. Our couch was in perfect eye-line of our front door. I was completed exposed, my hands covering my throbbing dick. In came Lexi, suitcase in tow. She was wearing a black sleeveless sundress, cinched at her waist, with soft gold buttons running from a deep neckline down to her stomach. She looked incredible.
She came in the door and immediately began screaming. “WHAT THE FUCK SETH!!! Are you serious?!?!”
Her eyes began bouncing between my face and my cock. “Are you seriously jerking off in the living room?! what the hell?! How long have you been doing this?!” Her eyes stayed on my dick as she came close to ending her chastising, but that allowed her to more easily see the little pice of red lace that was peeking out from under me. She immediately questioned me:
“What is that under you, what are you sitting on?” She reached down and pulled the thong out from under me, and immediately knew what they were. “IS THIS MY THONG? ARE YOU FUCKING seriously jerking off in my panties? You’re a fucking pervert, what, just sitting here with your hand wrapped around your cock thinking of me?!?” She began staring at my dick again, pissed but clearly infatuated with it.
“What, were you rubbing them on your dick? What, WERE YOU SMELLING THEM!?” She was fucking hot when she was yelling, and it was making me get even more excited. I was cowering by this point, embarrassed to have gotten caught. dick twitched, and she did not like that.
“WOW, so you were smelling them!! What a gross pervert, what a massive cock- I mean, asshole!” My dick twitched again, as if it heard it’s name. She was getting more mad but obviously more turned on as well.
“You wanna smell my pussy, you little pervert?! Here!” She suddenly climbed up on the sofa stood with one foot on top of the couch and pulled up her skirt to reveal a teal thong, and then with two hands slammed my face forcefully into her pussy. I’m guessing she thought it was a dominating type of move, meant to put me in my place and cower, but her intoxicating scent had the opposite effect. She was obviously soaked, turned on from the past few minutes, and had a sizable damp spot in the front of her panties . She rubbed my face in her pussy for a few seconds, hands tightly gripping the back of my head to keep it in place, I’m sure feeling like this was a good way to dehumanize me. But as I realized this was indeed exactly what I wanted from the get-go, I decided to captilize on my opportunity. I began eating her pussy like there was no tomorrow.
“You’re fucking gro-ahhh.” She meant to say that I was fucking gross, but as my tongue started rubbing on her clit it fell away into a moan that sounded as pleasurable as it did puzzled. She somehow did not see me going to town on her pussy as a possibility. She was still forcing my head into her pussy, so I used my nose and tongue to push her panties to the side and began truly eating her out, exploring every spot I could hit, tasting every part of her. She tried to pull my head away but I swiftly brought a single hand up and grabbed her ass to keep her close, and like a magnet she involuntarily pulled me back into her.
She began moaning single words at this point, amazed at what was going on, how good it felt, and who was doing it to her. “What..” she blurted out in between moans, my tongue now as deep inside her as it could go, with my nose rubbing firmly against her clit. “You’re…” she moaned as I lifted her ass to explore lower in her pussy, and she pulled my head back by my hair to hit a better spot for her. “Wowwww…” She exclaimed as I contiued burying my face in her pussy.
“Oh wow… Oh my god… Oh my god!! You’re gonna!… You’re gonna make me cum!!!!!!” She gripped my hair harder as I brought my other hand up to her ass and pulled her pussy into my face, concentrating on licking her clit into oblivion. She began panting and moaning louder and louder, until her legs began shaking and she let out one last “AGGHHHH!!!!” That began loud and high and then quickly dropped to be quiet and low. Her juices ran down my face as she quivered above me. She stayed there for a few moments after her pleasure convulsions subsided, and then snapped my head back and stared at me with a pissed off but exhausted look. She clamored down from her perch and to the other side of the coffee table and stood there with her mouth agape, trying to think of what to say. It was then that she saw my still rock hard cock, which she had momentarily forgotten about, and began staring intently at it. She first looked pissed, but it melted away to one of lust in just a few seconds. She looked back up at me and began melting me with her eyes, her mouth stern but hiding a tint of a wry smile as well.
“You *are* a perv you know” she said as she began walking back toward me. “Stealing your roommates panties is sick”. She fell to her knees in front of me, my sleep pants still at my ankles, my cock at attention in front of her.
“You’re lucky your cock is magnificent, or that would have gone *very* differently.” She began inspecting my dick, her right thumb and index finger gently wrapped around the head so she could move it around. She touched my balls with her left hand and lifted them up before dropping her right down my shaft and began softly jerking me off. She stared quietly as her hand ran up and down the length of my dick, only occasionally looking up at me, where I was staring back, mouth agape.
She removed her hand from my balls and began unbuttoning her shirt, unbuttoning it slowly as she stared at me and asked “What were you thinking about when you were sniffing my panties?” She got to the last one right above her waist and pulled open her skirt to reveal her incredible tits. “Were you thinking of these?” They were perfect, full, pert and naturally hanging like the body of a goddess, her nipples hard from the sex in the air and with a slight tanline for a string bikini top, a favorite of mine. She went back to jerking me off as I stared at her, the urge to come beginning to bubble in my balls.
She kept eye contact with me while stroking my cock for what seemed like an eternity, jerking it harder and faster, and getting off on my facial expressions, until hse finally broke the silence. “Were you imagining me doing this?” She asked with a smirk before dropping her mouth onto my cock and immediately deepthroating it, her nose landing on my pelvis. She moved her head up and down in long, slow strokes, going up and down three times before coming up for air and sliding her hands up and down on my now soaked cock. She wasted no time in returning her mouth to my dick, and began swirling her tongue around my head, every once and a while bobbing down 5 or so inches, much to my pleasure. By this time I was beyond ready to come, and told her so as she stroked y cock as fast as she could. I started shaking as I began cumming, and as soon as she noticed she once again deepthroated my whole cock and began swallowing as I shot ropes of cum down her throat. after a few seconds holding steady she began bobbing her head once more before finally coming up for air with a gasp and then calmly swallowed my seed. She looked off to my left as she got up with a face of hidden satisfaction as she said, “Clean yourself up,” she said as she got up off her knees. “And no more stealing my panties,” she squeezed my still tender head with a smile. Her faced changed to anger and she then slapped my cock hard, springing it back and forth like an antenna. That fucking hurt. “And no more jerking off in the living room!”
With that she calmly walked to her room, and got changed into workout clothes. She crossed the living room to the bathroom and brushed her teeth, before walking right back out the door to her gym class.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hjy5wo/meeting_lexi