I still remember the first time my friend’s dad noticed me at a sleepover. I was staying at their house, and while I had noticed her dad checking me out on the sly, I didn’t think too much of it. I ran down to the kitchen that evening, and I didn’t think to put on shorts. I ran into her dad in the kitchen, with me wearing nothing but a white tank top and a pair of little white cotton panties with pink hearts. They left very little to the imagination, as I suddenly realized while he stared at me, not even disguising it. Since I have a thin waist I go down a size or two in panties, which stretches them out at least a few inches in the hips. Clinging to my ass, they had been through a few laundry cycles now and were getting dangerously thin. As he stared at me in my panties, unable to look away, there was no disguising the fact that he was fully erect. I could see his embarrassment, and honestly, I thought it was a little exciting. He left in a hurry, mumbling something.
And feeling evil, I got it into my mind to lay a little trap for him: something I’d always wanted to try. Right before bed, I excused myself and went upstairs to change into my pajamas in the bathroom. The bathroom was right by his bedroom, and would undoubtedly be the one he’d visit before bed. Well, I also decided to change into some new panties, and I “accidentally” left my old, dirty pair of panties on the floor. Well, maybe not accidentally. I carefully laid the dirty pair out on the tile floor, right by the sink where he had to see them: a little pink-and-white heap of soft fabric, still warm and damp with sweat, smelly from being wedged between my cheeks all day. Right where anyone could pick them up.
But that wasn’t all I did. I took a very tiny digital camera and hid it carefully behind the shampoo bottles. No one would see it unless they were looking for it, but from there it could record video of the entire room.
I went to bed a little early that day because I wanted to be alone in my room checking my computer, and I didn’t have long to wait. On the camera, I saw her dad slowly walk into the bathroom, at first noticing nothing. And then he saw them. I still remember the emotions on his face: first a little fear, as he reflexively looked away. Then he remembered he was alone, and slowly, carefully, checked that the door was locked. He was breathing heavily now as he walked over to my discarded panties, paused, and picked them up: stretching them gently at the waistband, looking them all over and inside with thirsty eyes. Watching him made me blush red, but I was excited at the same time. And then, as though he’d finally finished looking, he buried his face in my cotton panties and inhaled as deeply as he could.
I’ll never forget the look on his face when he brought them down to finally come up for air, only to bury his face in them again a second later. I got footage of him unzipping his pants and rubbing his erect cock as he breathed in, turning them inside out to sniff the slightly stained crotch area, even draping them on his erect cock. The moment the soft cotton touched his shaft, I was sure he was going to explode right there. I saw him struggling to hold it in, either to keep the moment going, or because he would have difficulty explaining a huge sticky load in my little panties. Just as he had control again, my panties slipped off the head and softly slid down to the base of his shaft, with the soft lace tickling the sensitive surface on the way down. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone show that much self-control on their face before. I watched him in there for over an hour, completely forgetting about the time, lost in his little world.
It was the next morning at breakfast when I saw him again. I was just getting juice when I passed him and whispered, “I saw what you did last night.” I immediately saw every muscle in his body go tense. For a moment it looked like he was going to deny it, but I just showed him the photo on my phone: a picture of him nose-deep in my panties, eyes closed with an erection pointing towards the ceiling! There was no talking his way out of this one. The panic and sudden cold sweat showed he knew he had fallen into a trap. Probably there was a voice in his head yesterday telling him, but there was no resisting the temptation. And now, he was wondering at hyper-speed, what was I going to do? Would I expose him just because I could? Or would I want something?
I let him sweat it out for a day after that before getting in contact with him again, and I can only imagine how slowly that day must have passed for him! In the end I let him off easy: I promised to keep his little secret, and my Amazon wishlist of around $700 suddenly got filled in a day! I’ve kept his secret since then, but I still have that footage, and sometimes when I’m feeling evil I think about reminding him that I still own him :)
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