My bf guest

First time tasting it omg its so nice xxxxx

His friend was stopping the night. They’d been out after work, the two of them laughing in the kitchen before disappearing upstairs.

In the morning, I was heading past the spare room when I paused. The door was open just enough to see him standing by the window, back turned — but his eyes were fixed on something in his hands. My panties.

He didn’t hear me. He was too caught up, shoulders tensing, breath quickening. The way he looked at them was almost… hungry. I should have walked away, but I didn’t. I stayed still, watching, the heat in my chest growing.

When his movements suddenly stilled and his shoulders slumped, I slipped quietly into the next room, my heart pounding. I couldn’t believe what I’d seen — and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

He wasn’t bad looking. A bit overweight, curly hair, but there had always been a certain way he stared at me when he thought no one noticed.

After he was done, I stood there for a while, thinking about him — about the fact that I’d only ever been with my boyfriend, and about how different it might feel with someone else.

Then a wicked idea crept in.

I went back to my room, straight to the laundry basket. No panties. My pulse quickened. Had he taken them?

Then I saw it — the tiniest edge of white fabric sticking from behind the radiator. I reached in, the metal warm against my fingers, and tugged them free.

They were warm… and in a state that left no doubt about what he’d done.

I hesitated. The house was quiet. On impulse, I lifted them closer, catching a faint, unfamiliar scent that made my pulse skip. My lips brushed the fabric before I dropped my hands to my lap, breathless.

I lifted them again. This time, a strange taste touched my tongue — not what I’d imagined. The feel of the fabric was softer in some places, heavier in others, and I turned it slightly, curious about every detail.

On another sudden impulse, I placed a small glob high on my cheek — enough to catch the light, impossible to miss if he looked at me. Cool against my skin, it sat there like a secret I was daring him to notice.

A week ago, I’d never have dared. But now… my curiosity felt unstoppable.

Still holding them, I stepped into them, easing them into place. I pulled them snug, the knowledge of where they’d been sending an odd, restless heat through me.

I slipped on a dress, soft fabric draping over the secret I now carried.

“Could you give me a hand with something?” I called down the stairs when I heard him in the kitchen. “There’s a box on top of my wardrobe I can’t reach. The step ladders are in the cupboard by the back door.”

A few minutes later, the stairs creaked. He stepped into my room, metal ladders in hand.

“I just need to get a box down,” I said. “Will you hold the ladders for me?”

He set them up with a click, steadying them as I climbed. I knew he’d be looking up… and that he’d see exactly what I was wearing. My legs trembled slightly, the box feeling heavier than it was.

When my feet touched the floor again, we were face-to-face. His eyes flicked from mine to somewhere lower — then stopped.

For a heartbeat, he didn’t move. His gaze caught on my cheek, lingering there just long enough for me to feel the air change between us. It was as if the rest of the room dropped away; just him, me, and the quiet. His eyes narrowed slightly, almost like he was working out whether to say something… and then they snapped back to mine.

“Thanks,” I murmured, my voice thinner than I meant it to be.

When he left, the tension didn’t leave with him. It stayed, coiled and insistent, filling every breath.

I shut the door and sat on my bed, the rush in my head dizzying — knowing exactly whose touch had been there before mine.

The more I thought about it, the hotter the air felt, my pulse climbing with every passing second. My hand drifted to my cheek, fingertips brushing the cool, faint mark I’d put there earlier. I hesitated… then let the taste of it settle on my tongue — sharp and strange. I swallowed for the first time, the act sending another rush through me as the heat inside peaked and broke, leaving me breathless against the covers — still wearing the same secret against my skin.