He was alone with my dirty panties [F]

I was out with my friends one day, catching up with each other in a coffeehouse a long walk away from the dorms. I rarely bothered to lock my doors back then, not really thinking anyone would have a reason to go in there anyway. Suddenly my phone went off: I checked it and saw someone had sent me a picture. It was obvious what it was: a huge, erect penis front-and-center. I raised an eyebrow.

At first I was about to dismiss it as a random dick pic, until I realized: this was in my room! That was my bed in the background! And laid out on my bed were the contents of my dirty clothes hamper: twelve pairs of my used, smelly panties!

Each one had been grabbed out of the hamper and laid out so I could see them in the shot. There was the pair I’d worn yesterday: thin little white cotton cheekies with a pink-and-red heart pattern. Next to them were my blue and white striped bikinis, with blue lace around the edges. Lying upside-down were my little pink cotton cheekies with white polka dots all over. Then there was the pair I’d gone jogging in the day before: some extra-sweaty purple bikinis with little tiaras all over and the word “Princess” written around the waistband. An extra-small white pair with a red cherry pattern had been tossed beside it, next to last weekend’s lacy pink boyshorts! Three more rainbow-striped cheekies, and three silky thongs in pink and red finished the lineup. And looming over them all was that huge, anonymous cock, ready to have its way with my unprotected panties!

I didn’t even give an excuse: I ran home as fast as I could. Twenty minutes later I arrived at my room, completely out of breath and panting. I opened the unlocked door and ran in. No one was there. But lying on the floor of my room were twelve balled-up panties, every one of them completely drenched with cum. Not a single one had been spared: they were dripping wet and sticky as I picked them up, sprayed with white fluid and tossed aside. I was speechless. Had there been more than one person in here? Or was this all the work of that one anonymous messager?

I never found out the identity of the guy, or guys, who’d been in my room that day. I ended up washing all those panties twice in a row, I couldn’t throw that many out! But even then, every time I put on a pair I remember that picture, and every time I go out in them I wonder if the guy who did it isn’t watching me, thinking about what happened that day! I have to admit, it’s kind of a thrill wondering!

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