[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ylew9n/egyptian_foreign_exchange_student_part_1_m22f18/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
That experience jerking off with Inaya in the room flipped a switch in my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about it and wanted more of that feeling. It was hard to figure out what about that experience was so exciting. I’ve masturbated a million times, so what was it? Was it that there was someone else there? That she didn’t know what I was doing or that she did? That it would probably feel violating for her if she found out? That I knew it was wrong?
Or was it about her? That she was a foreigner? A teenager? A virgin? A Muslim? That she had brown skin? It could have been all of it. All I knew was that I got a shot of adrenaline and my heart would thump heavy in my chest just thinking about it. Having pushed one limit, kind of on accident, I wanted to keep pushing even more.
One day after everyone else had already been gone for a while and before I left for class, I was starting to get horny again thinking about what happened with Inaya. I had never felt this impulse before, but I wanted to go into her room. As I walked down the hall on the opposite side of the house from mine and my parents, I knew deep down with 100% confidence that this was wrong. I wasn’t going into her room with any specific intent, but even if I just open the door, look around, and leave, it’s still a massive violation of her privacy. Just as assuredly, I knew that I was still going to do it.
There was almost no chance that I would get caught, so it wasn’t fear that was tightening my chest. Whatever the cause, the feeling was completely intoxicating, which also felt silly in contrast because all I was doing was standing in her very normal room. It really seemed like there wasn’t anything interesting to look that I should get so excited about until I saw a basket of clothes. It wasn’t a fully-formed or conscious thought, but a dark corner of my mind that was as new and foreign to me as Inaya knew what I’d find there.
That rational voice in my head that had been shoved into a box and locked away fought back and clawed to get out and stop me when I saw a pair of her panties lying in the basket. There was only a moment of hesitation before I bent down to pick up what some people might be inclined to call granny panties except that they were light pink and looked more like something a girl would wear, not an old woman. They did look a little worn though, as if Inaya has had them for a few years at least. The soft fabric was thinning in spots and where it was thinning from years of use.
While holding them, turning them over in my hand and starting to squeeze my erection through my own underwear, I thought how repressed she must be. She might seem mature for her age with how conservative she dresses, how polite and respectful she is, and her impeccable study habits; but looking at these panties, I couldn’t help but think that she might be developmentally stunted in other ways: socially, romantically, sexually…
I located the skinny part of Inaya’s panties that rests against her pussy and pushed it up against my nose breathing into my nostrils and hoping for some lingering sign that she had been wearing them. I didn’t need to search long because her scent filled my nose immediately: a gently pungent aroma, slightly sweet with a sharpness that would probably have been off-putting in any other context, but right now it was heaven.
I stepped out of my own underwear and tossed my shirt to the side to lie on her bed with my legs spread open giving into depravity. I was so hard it almost hurt, and my cock felt huge in my hand with her scent filling my senses. I was already stroking my long shaft enthusiastically, but my pace doubled after I opened my mouth and pulled her panties in with my tongue. Lying on her bed with my eyes closed and thinking about where these have been, my cock felt like it would burst under the strain.
I kept pumping for a few more seconds until it was too much. The orgasm hit me like a train, and my cock started pulsing in my grip spraying hot ropes of cum onto my chest, one spray going so far as to hit my neck and ear. With the house empty, I didn’t have to control my strained grunts, and the release felt amazing.
[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ylyjzd/egyptian_foreign_exchange_student_part_3_m22f18/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
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