1. Alice's Panties


    Date: 8/25/2015, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: sprite, Rating: 15, Source: LushStories

    “Luke?” She’d answered in the midst of the fifth ring, right before her phone went to voicemail, her voice soft and hesitant. I paused, listening carefully as she fought to catch her breath, her breathing shallow and quick, enjoying the moment for as long as I dared before speaking. “You forget something?” It wasn’t a question, and I could tell by her silence that she knew it. I let it stretch out, perfectly content to let her squirm until she could think of an answer while I glanced slowly around my bedroom, making sure I hadn’t missed a single clue as to her presence. I could feel a predatory smile growing. “Not sure what you mean…” My grin turned predatory as I sat down and carefully smoothed the wrinkles from the duvet, turning my face to the window looking out on the garden that had been closed when I’d left and yet was now, without any explanation, wide open. Once again, I let her stew, content to listen to her try to get her breathing under control. It sounded incredibly sensual. I could almost imagine I could feel her warm breath against my ear. To pass the time, I reached out and caressed one of a pair of sheer white stockings she’d left behind, running my fingertips slowly over the material, imagining her slender leg encased in it, shivering as I made my way slowly past her calf and up her delectable thigh. “I hate it when you play games with me, Luke.” I could tell that she meant to sound put out, but I could hear other colors in her voice as well. I let out a ...
    soft chuckle, mostly for her benefit, imagining her nervously tugging at her blonde curls. “Did I surprise you, Alice? I know I’d told you I wouldn’t be back until Sunday, but plans changed.” Shifting, I reached out a little further and hooked a finger into the waistband of a pair of panties that matched the color of the sky almost perfectly, and lifted them into the air so that I could admire the darker color material of their crotch. They were wet. Not just damp, but near to soaking. “Or did you leave them on purpose?” “Leave what?” she asked, her voice so soft that I could barely make out the words. I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I held them to my face, my eyes closed blissfully as I enjoyed their aroma. Salt and musk and lavender and a hint of sweetness. Such a delightful ambrosia. “Your panties, Alice. You smell like an exotic flower.” I heard her breath catch and her breathing quickening at my words. Fear or arousal, I wondered. Both, perhaps. I pressed my advantage. “I can’t wait to wrap them around my cock and jerk off to the image of you on my bed, your legs spread. I noticed the mirror, Alice. Someone moved it so that, if they were propped up against my pillows, their legs spread wide, they could watch themselves. Was that you perhaps?” “No.” I could hear her voice shaking. I had a sudden vision of her reaching down between her legs while we conversed, turned on at my accusations. I had to know. “Are you playing with yourself, Alice?” “No!” She’d always been a ...
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