It's Different When It's Accidental

But it’s an entirely different thing when I’m caught accidentally…different, and way, way better. 

I had flown over to see Tig again. This little bundle of energy and genius could, I swear, clear up a rainy day. Sometimes I need to be in her company just because she recharges my batteries like no-one else can. 

And yes, I was hoping we might relive our night together when I had introduced her to g/g sex, but fate had decreed it was the wrong week. Now that would not have bothered me in the least, but it did bother her, so no chance, then. (Harrumph)

Tig has changed rooms at Cambridge and how shares with a girl called Sarah. Sarah is on the same medical course as Tig, although my wonderful, genius Tig is way more advanced, even though they’ve both been there for only four years. Tig will graduate this year, while Sarah still has another two to go. Sarah would be out all day, and Tig had a tutorial with her Phd supervisor. (As well as her medical studies, she did her MA in her first year there and is about to complete a PhD….honestly…some people!) 

Which meant I had the room to myself for an hour from 2:00 until Tig got back around 3:15. Her supervising professor always goes into every comma and full stop and her PhD tutorials always last the full time.

Hmm…now, what could I do to pass the time for an hour? I mooched around the room, taking in the ancient oak panelling in which students had scratched their names over the years (now a sending down offence, apparently), and my attention was focused on Tig’s laundry basket….which was empty. (Of course….bugger!) 

But Sarah’s wasn’t. A little cute pair of white panties with a tiny pink bow in the front….perfect! I lay on Tig’s bed, took my panties down to my thighs (I love the ‘restricted’ feeling sometimes, closed my eyes and let Miss Brain take me on a journey between Sarah’s legs. 

There had been one, solitary pubic hair in her undies, and I found that strangely appealing. Although I would never want to go back to the horrors of sticky pubes, I found the idea of going down on Sarah complete with her pubes utterly delightful! 

My eyes were tightly closed and in my mind, I was initiating Sarah into the wonderful world of curves on curves sex. I felt the nuclear device of my orgasm begin to glow, then burn fiercely deep inside me. Don’t you just love that moment when you know cumming is inevitable, but you aren’t quite there yet? I kept it burning, glowing, growing and was about to let it take me when the door opened and there stood Sarah. 

It was too late….way, way too late. As we stared into each other’s eyes, I came hard, with Sarah’s panties clamped to my face. She didn’t run out. She just stood there looking into my eyes…which seemed to make my cum last forever. 

But all good things…..

Eventually it faded away (not before I had made a large wet patch on Tig’s duvet though) and now, I knew, I would have to face the music. After all, I’d invaded this girls privacy in the most intimate of ways. I wouldn’t be surprised if she called the porters’ lodge and had me turned out onto the street. 

Sarah walked over to me (still with my panties mid thigh) took her undies from me and returned them to the laundry basket. Then she sat on the bed while I hastily pulled my panties back up. There was an uncomfortable silence before she spoke. 

“I do understand, you know. I understand…I even like the attraction between two girls…and I have been walked in on while masturbating before. I think the worst thing in the world is when someone turns tail and runs out again. It’s…insulting. Anyway…it’s nice to watch someone cum.” 

For the first time, she smiled. A genuine, warm, open smile. My mouth finally found a gear and said “Er…are you…?” (“Er..are you? Oh for fucks sake). 

“I have….a couple of times, but I’m not sure. I think I’m bisexual.” Well that was common ground and we talked about that for a while. 

Then…fucking Miss Brain….she really does do the most inconvenient things at the worst possible moment…..then, Miss Brain happened to bring my attention to the way Sarah was sitting on her bed, sideways on, back against the wall, with her knees open enough for me to see the purple and white striped panties she had on, and typical of Miss Brain, she kept my eyes flicking from Sarah’s down to her crotch. 

And each time they did, I could see more. Eventually, I said, “…having seen me cum (I know what an immense turn on watching another girl cum can be) do you need to….I mean…I can always go for a walk round the quad.” 

Sarah said, “Hmm…yes….I think I’d like to….if you don’t mind.” 

So I got up, and almost got to the door before she said, “Oh, leave your panties would you? I mean, after all, fair’s fair.” 

Walking round that immaculate square of lawn knowing that she was using my panties to get herself off, yet not being allowed to see was perhaps the biggest turn on I’ve ever had in my life. Oh, and having my walk in this ancient university wearing no panties…well, that was the icing on the cake. 

When I got back to the room, I hesitated before opening the door, hoping to catch her just as she came, but whatever she had done was finished but the time I got back. 

“Thank you….I needed that.” She held my panties out to me somewhat imperilously.

When I took them from her, they were soaked through! I pulled them on slowly. I wanted her to see that I would have no problem wearing her wetness right next to me. Her eyes bugged and she almost said something. 

The rest of the day passed off easily enough. 

As I said my goodbyes, Sarah hugged me and whispered, “Come again.” But oh, the way she said it! 

My flight back home in wet panties was highly erotic.