Only a couple of hours earlier she had been my gift in pastel blue satin, sitting on my face and pressing down with such force that I’d found it difficult to breathe at times. My reward came at last when she squirted during orgasm, drenching her panties and dripping her cum juices down my cheeks. She loved riding my face, often falling asleep soon after sexually exhausting herself, without even wanting penetration. She told me that I needed to take care of myself, so I did.
I breathed in deeply. Within just a few seconds I would be pumping my sticky cum into Beatrice’s already soaked panties. The thought of our love juices mingling together in her silk undies and the delightful fragrance of her pussy from the pair of white cotton briefs in my left hand was bound to send me over the top. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, remembering how it felt to have her grinding her pussy on my lips, my nose buried in her clitty.
I remembered looking up, seeing her skinny flat tummy and her pert puffy breasts poking out. I wanted to lick them. I wanted them in my mouth. Their fleshy softness was something I’d never known before and was dying to explore further, and yet she said it tickled whenever I tried kissing them. At nineteen years old, I thought she would be used to titty play, but she wasn’t. Instead, I had to content myself with my own imagination and the scent of her pheromones dancing wildly inside my head. I replayed the moment when she bucked and held still on my lips, then released her juices, at first filling my mouth and then overflowing faster than I could swallow. I desperately wanted to consume as much of her as I could.
My balls tightened up and then released their load, streaming a load of thick white cum. The unmistakable smell of Beatrice’s wet panties filled my head with passion as I imagined having my face in her pussy, licking and lapping at her while she writhed about in ecstasy. I loved to please her as much, if not more, than she loved to be pleased.
I felt her hand around my shaft, her naked breasts pressing against my back and her pussy pushing up against my buttocks.
“What are you doing?” she asked softly, taking the pair of white cotton panties from my hand.
I couldn’t say anything. I just stood there with my mouth open, realizing that I was still wearing Beatrice’s pastel blue silk panties, which were now covered in cum.
“Very cute,” she said, “You’d better change out of those and come back to bed.”
Beatrice turned around and left the bathroom while I took off her panties and made a feeble attempt to wipe off cum with some tissues. Realizing that the damage was already done and that they should be washed, I tossed them into the laundry hamper. I still hadn’t come to terms with what had just happened. Beatrice didn’t seem bothered by my behavior, but I was wary that we would probably need to discuss it at some point, and I wasn’t at all sure how to explain anything. I didn’t understand myself why I got so turned on by wearing pretty lingerie and girls’ clothes in general. It was just something I did.
I had a quick wash and walked back into the bedroom. Beatrice was waiting for me. She pointed at a white cotton nightdress that she’d laid out on my side of the bed.
“You’d better put that on,” she said, as a matter of fact.
I looked at her, trying to gauge her reaction. She didn’t seem angry, but she wasn’t smiling either. She looked calm, yet determined. I looked down at the nightdress, then back at her.
“I’m not asking, John,” she said quietly, “I’m telling you.”
“But…” I started.
“Would you prefer to sleep on the couch?”
“No…”
“Then put it on. It’s only a nightie.”
“Yes,” I said, still not sure where she was going with telling me to wear her nightwear.
I slipped it over my head and crawled into bed next to her. The caress of the soft cotton against my naked skin caused my cock to start swelling again. I moved to get close to her and tried to spoon against her, but she wasn’t having any of it.
“That’s enough for one night,” she said, brushing me away.
“I’m sorry,” I replied, feeling guilty for having possibly upset her.
“It’s just the beginning,” she said sighing before immediately falling asleep.
I lay there, thinking about what had happened. Beatrice had caught me sniffing and wearing her panties and yet she’d helped me to cum. She’d told me to wear her nightdress for no apparent reason. In fact, she’d insisted on it. I had no idea what would be said in the morning.
