It All Began with Her Panties

"Who's Marilyn?" the divorcee asked, standing up, obviously a little put off all of the sudden.

"You are!" Candi explained. "I've... Well, I didn't know your name... So I've been calling you Marilyn."

The blond smiled, and her green eyes sparkled. "Well, my name's Susan."

"Susan," Candi repeated with a smile as she sat, naked and spent on the bathroom sink. "Susan, you're incredible." Then she grinned. "And now it's your turn."

Candi got down, took Susan's hand, and they went to the bedroom. Candi had her take off her black lace thong and get on all fours on the bed. Setting herself behind her, Candi eyed the delicious pussy, and went to work with her long, expert tongue.

It didn't take much for Susan to reach her first orgasm, but Candi didn't let it go at that. She kept at her with her tongue, pressing ever deeper, moving in ever wider circles, licking her from behind.

"Oh fuck, baby," Susan cried out, humping back against the girl's face, "I haven't felt like this in years."

Candi grabbed the older woman's ass cheeks and pressed her tongue even deeper, bringing Susan to her second orgasm. But Candi wasn't quite ready to let her off the hook yet.

"You have a dildo?" she asked.

"Yes, on the floor of the closet," Susan told her, reaching back and fingering herself while she waited for her new lover's return.

Candi got the dildo and looked up at the masturbating 40-something blonde. "You're so damn sexy," Candi told her, feeling like a little girl, but unable to help it.

She returned to the bed, dildo in hand, and rolled Susan onto her back. The blonde's legs spread lewdly for her, allowing Candi easy access to her reddening, shaved pussy. Candi took advantage of that access, plunging the dildo in with both hands, fucking her as hard as she could. She moved on Susan so that she was laying astride her, dildoing her with one hand and now able to kiss her breasts.

When Susan came for the third time, she begged Candi to stop. "I'm afraid I can't take anymore right now," she said, laughing, sighing, and smiling all at once. "It's been too long."

Candi smiled and kissed her gently on the lips. "To think, we never would have done this if you hadn't been stealing my panties from the laundry."

Susan looked confused. "What are you talking about? I've never even seen your panties. You weren't even wearing any when you came over today."

***

It had been three days since her encounter with Susan, and Candi was a bit of a wreck. Vesna had come home and found Candi's panties in the bedroom with the clean clothes, and then found out that Candi wasn't wearing any panties at all right now, and where had she been without panties?

Candi tried to protest her innocent, but that hadn't gone very far. She smelled like sweat and the mixture of her and the older woman's juices, and she knew it.

So she was worried about her relationship with Vesna and she was even more obsessed with finding out who was messing with her panties, and on top of those things, she was enamored with Susan. The older woman's experience in bed was unmistakable, and that she with all her experience was attracted to Candi made her even more potent. In these three days, they had already had two more dalliances in Susan's apartment.

But on this third day, Candi came home from work to find her green satin thong hanging from their doorknob. A glance at the parking lot told her she was safe, Vesna wasn't home yet. She took the panties in hand, uncrumpled them, and felt her stomach sink. They were full of semen.

"Oh my god," she said. "A man."

She crumpled the panties up, stuffed them in her pocket, and entered the apartment as quickly as she could. She froze in her tracks. Vesna was there. Sitting on the couch, looking extremely angry.

"My car's in the shop, remember? I had a lift home."

Candi forced a smile. "Glad you made it!" she said, trying to be enthusiastic. Vesna normally got home two or three hours later than this. Bad luck that her ride had to get her home earlier than that.

"You know what I found when I got here?"

Another sinking feeling. She knew about the panties. "Um, no, what?"

Vesna's face was dark. "A woman," she said. "A blonde woman, about as old as the two of us put together. I think she has an apartment here. Do you know what she was doing?"

"Steaming the carpets?"

"She was on our bed, wearing one of your nightgowns, and fucking her old cunt with my dildo."

"She probably thought it was mine," Candi said meekly.

Vesna's eyes flashed. "I have a bag packed and a friend is coming to pick me up. I'll call you in a week or so to talk about this."

There was to be no further conversation. Vesna would not allow it. Candi was too angry, too hurt, too confused by her own feelings to rest easily that night. As she undressed for bed, she found the panties. She'd forgotten about them. She unfurled them again. Semen, for God's sake. It was pretty much dried out now. She knew absolutely nothing about semen, so she didn't know how fresh it would have been to still be gooey when she got it, but she had a feeling that it must have been pretty recent.

She set the thong on her nightstand. She wasn't interested in men, but it was always flattering to be desired, and curiosity was ever her downfall. Candi wondering who had deposited his load in her thong. and had he liked the smell of her juices on it? Had he tasted them? Did men do that?

She knew that did in stories, and in porn, but she didn't know if that translated to real life. She'd never really thought about it. But now she was somewhat curious...

***

She did her laundry on schedule two days later. She hadn't heard from Vesna, and Susan was avoiding her, probably out of embarrassment. When she went to pick up her laundry from the drier, she paused to peak in through the window. Not much chance of catching the guy in action, but she could always hope.

And there he was. She could barely see him through the blinds, and she hoped he couldn't see her at all. But, then again, she could tell his attention was pretty focused -- and not on the window. He was rifling through...

"Oh shit," she said. She had forgotten. She had one load in the drier, but she had another load that hadn't been able to get in the washer yet, because they were all taken. The guy was in there, rifling through her dirty clothes.

He was fairly good looking, a man in his early thirties. Clean cut by all appearances. Except that he was looking through a strange young woman's dirty clothes.

She watched him quietly, entranced by a voyeuristically thrill. He finally pulled out a pair of panties. He knew what he was doing. He pulled out a pair that had been wetted with her sexual juices. She had masturbated herself in those panties while she and Susan watched some lesbian porn together during their second rendezvous.

The man took the panties in hand, looked nervously at the door, then took a quick sniff. He rubbed his crotch while he smelled them, and Candi was surprised to find that arousing. She watched, as fascinated with her own response as with what he was doing, as the man took the panties to a corner of the laundry room he apparently thought was private. Glancing one more time at the door, he unzipped his pants and removed his cock.

It was not the first time she'd seen a cock, but it was the first time she had, in person, seen a man stroke his cock. And that's exactly what he was doing. He smelled her panties, licked her panties, rubbed them around his face, all while stroking his cock. She watched it harden, redden, grow long and full. She saw veins start to appear along its shaft, its head to swell. All while the man breathed in her aroma from her used panties.

And then, only a couple of brief minutes later, she watched in amazement as the man took the panties down and started to rub them up and down his shaft. He closed his eyes, and rubbed harder, faster, rubbing her dried juices all over himself.

Suddenly, he tensed up, quickly moved the panties to the tip of his cock, and gritted his teeth. She watched his cock spasm, until he pulled it away, his sticky white seed stringing between his hardon and the panties into which he had apparently just shot his load.

He was smiling as he folded the panties up and tossed them not into her dirty clothes where he'd found them but into her clean load in the laundry. He clearly wanted her to find it.

Surprised to find herself flushed, and feeling aroused, Candi realized that a part of her simply loved having this sort of effect on people. She loved to make people feel good sexually. She got a thrill from the power of that, and that thrill translated into sexual excitement of her own.

She wasn't entirely comfortable with that, but it empowered her to live on the edge. She took a deep breath and went in to fetch her laundry before the man had left. She was very conscious of his eyes on her figure as she bent over to pull her load out of the laundry. She worked hard to seem oblivious to what he had left her, but as she left she smiled at him and made sure to exaggerate the feminine roll of her hips. No harm in giving him a little something extra to think about.

When she got back to the apartment, though, she found herself dropping the basket and digging through for the panties. She found them, unfolded them, and found herself staring at the sticky white filling. To her it was the physical manifestation, not of his manhood, but of her sexual power over him.

Curious, she reached out a long, elegant finger, dipped the tip in, and brought it to her mouth. It was just slightly warmer than room temp, sticker even than it looked, and had a distinctive flavor. The flavor of sexual attraction. The flavor of sexual power.

She took a bigger scoop on her finger, and sucked it off. Obsessed with this new measure of her own sexuality, she bypassed the mediating finger and reached her tongue out, scooping the man's cream directly from the crotch of her soiled panties.

Before she could think about what she was doing, Candi was licking and sucking the panties with the vigor she might have a lovely pussy, all the while fingering herself inside her jeans. Finally overcome, she undid her jeans, pulled them and her panties down to her ankles, and sat back on the couch, her legs drawn up, and started rubbing the recently spermed panties in her cunt.

"God, I'm such a slut," she moaned aloud. She wanted more, and she kicked off shoes, jeans, and panties as quick as could. Free, she went to the bedroom, found the green thong which still was encrusted with the man's dried semen. She took the fresher panties into her mouth, tasting his and her fluids together, and sat on the edge of her bed, frigging herself with the old load.

When she came, she nearly fell off the edge of the bed. She had had released, but she was not satisfied.

In fact, she stewed for days on what she needed to do. What she wanted to do. She had never been with a man, had never been interested in being with a man. But she kept seeing his growing erection in response to thoughts of her, and that made her waiver.

It was probably two weeks later, having had no further indications from the man, that she finally saw which apartment he lived in. And she made up her mind.

Candi pulled on a pair of black tights and a tight red sweater, and went to pay a visit to the man who had appreciated her from a distance.

When she knocked, the man opened the door, his eyes wide. "Hello?" he stammered.

She gave him a cold look. "We need to talk."

He swallowed hard. "Um, about what?"

And that's when she noticed a woman and a child in the background. "You hit my car," she said.

"I did? When? What?"

"You hit my car," she insisted. "Come, see."

"Come?"

"Come. Definitely."

"Now?"

"Come now or come never," she said, pivoting on her heel and walking away, rolling those hips and swaying that ass again.

He followed, as she knew he would.

She went to her apartment and left the door opening. He followed her in, as she knew he would.

"So I hit your car?" he asked.

She shut the door. "Have a seat," she said, motioning him to the couch. Once he had sat down, she said, "This isn't about my car."

"Oh?"

"You've been doing something very naughty," she said, stepping up close to him.

He stammered again. "What?"

"My panties," she said, standing right up in front of him.

He licked his lips. "You know it was me?"

She nodded. "You seem to enjoy them."

He squirmed, said nothing.

"Does your wife know?"

He blanched. "No, she would be crushed."

Candi looked at him, looked at his lap, and knew that more than anything, she wanted to see him grow erect again. "I have a question for you," she said, hooking her fingers under her waistband.

"Yes?" he asked, swallowing hard. His eyes were on that waistband.

"Do you like how they smell just as much when they're still on me?" she asked, trembling. The twenty-four year-old brunette lowered her tights to her knees and literally climbed onto the cough, standing astraddle him, the crotch of her silver tiger-stripe panties in his face.

"Good god," he uttered, taking a deep breath, and sighing with pleasure as she gentle pulled his head to her crotch. "Oh, god, sweetie, you smell so good." She gyrated a little, rubbing her panties in his face. "Oh, yeah, baby, oh yeah," he groaned, rubbing his nose in her crotch. She grabbed his head more firmly and he started kissing her, licking her panties and sucking on her crotch. With one hand he massaged her amazing young ass and with the other he started rubbing his crotch.

Candi found that she loved the strength of his hand gripping her backside and feel of his masculine face in her lap. She spread her legs a little more, allowing him even easier access. The hand with which he had been rubbing himself suddenly went up to her, and he started to squeeze and fondle her through her panties.

"Don't hold back, baby," she begged. "Take what you want."

"Fuck, you're hot," the man said, immediately wrestling her panties down to her knees where her tights were. He looked at her. "You have a very pretty pussy."

The compliment, naturally, hit deep inside her and she scraped her nails along the back of his head, pulling him into her. He gripped her ass, pulling her up to him. Her knees were resting on his shoulders as his mouth worked roughly over her cunt. His fingers sunk deep in her soft ass, bruising her in his passion. He was inexpert compared to any woman she'd been with, but his desire was overwhelming. He was man-handling her, but to her surprise she love it. She knew that as the focus of so much passion, she was the one really in control, not him, despite the strength with which he held her.

Candi reached down, felt the man's crotch. He was hard inside his pants. She had done that to him. The realization that she had just transformed this man's body sent a thrill through her whole body, and she climaxed, crying out and squeezing her thighs in on his face.

Panting and still shaking, she extricated herself from his grasp, and began licking her juices off his face. As she did she unzipped his pants. It took a little nerving, even amidst this flurry of passion, but she reached inside and wrapped her cool fingers around his member. He was hot to the touch, harder than she'd imagined. She could feel his pulsing lust.

"You're so hard," she purred as she kissed him on the mouth. His mouth was firmer, rougher than a woman's, but his tongue was larger than most she'd tasted, and she loved the way it filled her mouth.

He was still caressing her naked ass and thighs as she sat next to him, kissing his face and stroking his hardening cock. She finally plucked it free of his pants, and her eyes went wide. In person, the color and heat of it was incredible.

"You feel good, baby?" she asked him, stoking him slowly.

"Better than ever," he said, eyes closed and head thrown back.

She leaned over him and let a long line of saliva drool out of her mouth onto the head of his cock. She watched excitedly as it twitched under her attention, and a plop of clear fluid came out. She used the fluid to lube his up.

"You wanna feel even better?" she asked.

His face flushed. "Are you gonna give me a blow job?"

"I could," she said, "but I'll give you another option." She stood, and peeled her tights and panties the rest of the way off.

She left her tight sweater on. "You see," she said, "I've never been with a man before."

She scooted to the end of the couch, hunching over and presenting her rear entrance to him. "In fact, I've never even had a dildo before," she added, looking back at him through her hair which now fell over her face. She loved the way his eyes widened and his breathing grew more shallow. "Would you like to change that?"

"Holy fuck," he swore, staring at her pussy from behind as he pulled his shoes off awkwardly and then his pants and boxers. He got behind her, and reached in to feel and see if she was ready. She was plenty wet, but she was glad he used his big fingers inside her first, because she was a little afraid of taking his whole cock inside her.

Candi closed her eyes and moaned as the man's strong, rough fingers loosened her up a little. She rocked back and forth, and suddenly she felt it. Pressure at her entrance. Then more pressure. A little more. And then she screamed as she felt her lips peeled aside as he plunged into her depths. Her fluids gushed out down her legs, and she continued to scream, loving the feel of his warm strength filling her and massing her walls from the inside.

"Oh, god, fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried out, humping back against him.

"Oh, honey!" he grunted. "Your pussy feels so good!"

"Don't stop!" she begged, rocking harder and harder. "I love your cock!"

"You're so beautiful draped over the arm of the couch like that," he told her, massaging her ass. "Your body is so gorgeous."

She strained to look back at him, loved the way his passion was turning his face read. "Is my pussy tighter than you're wife's?" she asked, panting.

"Fuck yeah," he said.

"Do you like my body better than you like hers?"

"Oh yeah."

"Do I make you feel better than she does?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to think of me every time your wife gives you a blowjob?"

"Yes."

"Every time you start to fuck your wife, and you feel her pussy are you going to have to pull out because it doesn't feel like mine?"

"Oh god, honey."

She started to add a little roll into her rocking.

"God, honey, you're incredible."

"Are you ever going to be able to have sex again without comparing it me?"

"No, holy fuck, no."

"Than fuck me like a man!" she demanded, throwing herself back into him as hard as she could.

He moved faster, harder, at a more upward angle. She felt her walls begin to swell and her body started to tense. She felt his thrusts grow more deliberate, but more aggressive at the same time.

"I'm gonna cum," he warned her, gripping her ass even tighter. "I'm gonna cum."

"Fill my pussy, baby! Fill my tight twenty-four year-old cunt with your cum! Drain that monster cock of yours!"

"Oh, god, oh god..."

"Don't bother leaving any for your wife. Give it all to me, baby. Give it to me!"

And his fingers dug down practically to bone, his thrusting stopped deep, deep inside her, and she felt his cock pulse and jerk, and as it did, it brought her over the top, and she too came, collapsing forward on the arm of the couch. She felt his warm seed fill her, and then dribble back down her thighs. It was thick and sticky, but it still trickled a little.

After waiting a moment to catch her breath and let her body calm down, she turned around and saw him sitting there, his cock sagging, his eyes glued on her backside.

"You're so beautiful," he said again. "Thank you, that was incredible."