OMG girrrrrrrl I came home after I was at your place and you wouldn’t BELIEVE wtf happened!
Remember little Jimmy from next door? Yeah Horny Jimmy, from that epic summer when we were like… 15? God that was forever ago. Get this: i came home and found him IN my ROOM. Like he snuck in through the balcony, like back in the day!! I had no idea a: that he was back at his mom’s because I would have called b: was hot af now and c: was more of a filthy pervert than literally anyone else I’ve ever met!! Straight uppp
I’m gonna tell you what tf I’m on about but I’m like embarrassed for him, I don’t want to say! But I will, because LOLL plus, well, you’ll see.
There I am, carrying a towering basket of laundry, I get the door open somehow and am stumbling into the room, and I just see/feel this presence. A bigass man, over by my dresser, and he turns to look at me and I’m like JIMMY??
On the one hand, I’m happy to see my buddy from way back when but on the other hand, is it someone else? and… he’s in my room alone uninvited? But no, same scar, definitely him, but… over by my dresser, kinda hunched over…
Can’t see his hands…
I THROW the basket of semester-laundry into the corner and am like “WHAT THE FUCK” and doing angry Italian hands, and he’s just… hunched there buttoning his pants. I was sooo mad/confused, I just went over there and slapped his hand and he’s not wanking into my underwear like it’s a tissue – that’s the assumption, right? A typical perv like from some old frat movie.
Instead he’s WEARING my underwear wtf. Generic pink cotton bikinis, with that fucking picot elastic that makes women look like little girls. He’s got this, you know, bulge in my panties and he’s basically cowering, his body language is just so small and pathetic.
Then I look at his face, because… poor Jimmy? And he’s bright fucking red, looking down at the floor. Tall and well built and haaandsome. He grew into every dorky feature and has this… working class man thing going on with, unh, not a mirror-selfie frat boy okay. Then I look down, because ofc, and his dick is like PULSING, twitching, I’ve never seen a man THAT aroused before. It got me right unh. He looked so mf vulnerable, I just, I couldn’t just let him suffer and he had, well he had my clothes, didn’t he?
Bitch, deep breath, I just shoved him and pushed his chest and he stumbled and sprawled out on the floor. I stood over him, and straight up wagged my finger. “Jimmy McCann, you’re a naughty boy. You take off my clothes right now.” He scrambles around, he’s on his back doing that hip thrust thing you do to get your pants over your ass… soo… I straddled him.
I put my hand over his mouth, and pressed his head into the carpet, put my forearm close to his neck, I held him down, girl. I held that boy down and just felt his lingerie wood against my thigh and through my shorts and oh. Super hot because… he didn’t touch me. Wouldn’t have let him. I just ground down on him and got myself all worked up and watched him squirm under me.
Yeah he came, ofc, only took a minute. He was just breathing deep, then breathing faster, chest turned red, lips looked all kissy… but I just looked down at him and kept grinding on him, my legs across his hips like he was a saddle. His breath hitched, I knew he’d come, so I got up, berated him and kicked him out. Watched him slither back to his room. He’s watching me now, from his window, where there’s one spot we can see each other.
Right now? I rolled my desk chair over to the spot and I’m in my underpants and bra… I juuust went to town on myself, splayed out at the window… but just for him.
Preeeeety sure we’re just getting started.
Tl;dr: I am going to be late to lunch tomorrow.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c159gh/texts_from_becky_mf_female_pov_panty_fetish