A very pleasant evening hanging out with Susie and her gay best mate Sam became a bit frustrating when he overstayed his welcome. I was really hoping to get into her knickers but he didn’t seem in any hurry to leave. It was too late for transport so it looked like we were all going to stay the night. I cornered Susie in the bathroom.
“I was thinking we might sleep together if you’re up for it?” I suggested.
“I knew that’s what you were thinking, but I don’t think it’s fair on Sam. He’ll get lonely and I wasn’t thinking of including him in our fun and games. It will just have to wait until another time.”
This really wound me up.
“Oh come on I know you want me. I can tell you’re horny,” I pressed, slipping my hand down to her usually willing pussy.
Susie pushed it away. “That may be, but I’m not going to do it with you.”
“Then what are you going to do?”
“That’s for me to know and you to wonder about…” She giggled, and evading further capture, announced that she was going to bed, me and Sam could sleep on the sofas.
This was doubly frustrating, as I knew she really wanted sex but was just being considerate to her mate.
We all bedded down, but I couldn’t stop thinking of her playing with her sweet cunt thinking about doing it with me.
Sam was dozing on the other sofa but I had a raging hard on. I remembered that Susie had several pairs of knickers hanging up to dry in the bathroom, so on an impulse, I got up and made my way quietly to her treasure trove. On the way past her bedroom with the door firmly closed, I listened intently with my ear against the stripped pine. It made a good sounding board and I could detect her soft moaning and the low hum of a vibrator as she dealt with her urge. I knew she liked to use it to get rid of her frustrations and so it proved.
Oh well, two can play at that game I thought…
Once in the bathroom, it was just a question of which pair I would borrow to masturbate in. There were a couple of thongs and a pair of ivory silk shorties. It just had to be those.
I would have to be careful not to stain them but I couldn’t resist putting them on. I loved the feel of the silk as I drew them up over my balls and my straining cock. Susie was quit petite and the knickers were very snug. My cock poked out over the waistband. This wasn’t going to be easy. I settled for keeping them on and just enjoying the sensation. I really didn’t want her to find come stains on them.
I slipped quietly down the corridor resisting the urge to listen through her door again, wanking as I walked, and back onto the sofa.
Sam stirred, looked up in the half-light and murmured
“You ok?”
I’m sure he had glimpsed what I was wearing.
“Err yes sort of…”
My erection refused to go down and the soft silk sliding over my cock didn’t help it.
“You feeling horny?”
I was but not sure what would happen next…
He got up from the sofa and came over to where I was lying in my frustration. Before I knew it he had slipped his hand under the duvet and straight onto my silk covered cock. I just wanted relief so much that frankly, I didn’t care that it was a guy.
He expertly stroked me through Susie’s shorties, not seeming at all surprised that I had them on. His other hand began to caress my full balls under the crotch.
I was thinking about Susie reaching her own familiar climax next door, and I was past caring, as Sam’s firm wanking made me spurt again and again over her silky boy shorts.
I was going to have to confess all in the morning I thought. Sam had other ideas. He pulled the spunk soaked shorts off me and took them back to his sofa.
“My turn to use these now,” he murmured, “don’t worry, I won’t tell Sue, I’ll wash them before she gets up, it won’t be the first time. Our secret…”
The morning after, I was left to sleep it off and let myself out. Getting up with an aching head and a raging hard on. So much so that I could hardly pee. I noticed the shorts from the night before drying on the radiator. Leaving those well alone, I couldn’t resist peeking into Susie’s bedroom.
There on the crumpled duvet lay her dildo still smeared in her juices. A creamed in ivory thong lay screwed up on the floor. She had obviously been having a good time on her own. Without me. Leaving her gay best friend to do the honours. That was some relief, but I was still horny and hung-over.
I picked up Susan’s realistic looking cream dildo and brought it to my nostrils, inhaling her heady scent. I wanted to be there when she was plunging it into her sweet cunt. I was, but I was outside her bedroom door listening to the sound of her gasps and the buzzing of her dildo, wearing her silk shorts. Now I could see the remains of her pleasure session, the one she refused to let me in on.
I picked up the soiled g-string (she preferred to call it that I knew). It was soaked in her juices and the silk was damp and sticky to the touch. It reeked of her sex. I knew she liked to keep it on when she masturbated, saying she liked the sensation of the string up her bottom and the easy access to her cunt.
I lay back on her bed holding her ruined thong to my face with one hand, inhaling her scent, and her dildo in the other, guiding it between my legs behind my balls.
This would have to be hands-free masturbating. I knew Susie liked to hump her pillow when she felt horny, and couldn’t be bothered to call up one of her lovers. I wondered if it would do it for me. The whole experience of the night before had made me incredibly horny and frankly, anything would have made me come.
I straddled her pillow and wedged her humming dildo between my aching balls, and proceeded to grind my pelvis into the soft down. That did it for me and I spunked hard into her pillow, her dildo vibrating insistently between my legs, her thong in my mouth, and the taste of her orgasm like a drug.
Needless to say, I stole her knickers. For later use, like right now…
