A Girl's Panties.

I knew when I saw her disappear and return in a uniform dress that was a slightly different shade (must sort that. My first batch of uniforms came from a different supplier and they are nothing like as hard-wearing, plus they fade in the wash. So, I knew she’d changed. 

We launder on-site so I thought I’d have a wander. Yes, I admit to it being one of those days. Oh, come on….don’t look at me like that! I’m damn sure you have them too. Those days when you just feel antsy all day and you just need to get yourself off. Anyway, I wasn’t expecting to find what I found. I had planned to enjoy a little girl-sweat. My nose would easily slice through the deodorant or antiperspirant and get to…well…her. 

In the utility room, I found the large white net bag each employee has, and in it was Jane’s discarded uniform….and a pair of panties! Joy of joys. Now guys, don’t look so surprised. A great many of us carry a spare pair with us, usually scrunched up in the bottom of our bag among the loose change and the tampons, or zipped in a pocket. Some girls aren’t regular and can have accidents, while others simply don’t like it when they get too wet. (“Too wet! Can there be such a thing?) 

Jane’s panties were nothing out of the ordinary. Pink, bikini, and as half expected there to be a bunny on the front. Instead there was a sentence. “It won’t lick itself!” Cheeky! There was a visible stain on the outside of pure girl cum, and inside, that delightful just off-white cream of a girl who needs a cum badly - or has just had one and this is the residue. We all leak after sexual activity even if no-one has cum inside us. 

I put the moment off for as long as I could before inhaling her scent. Fresh, light, musky…it had that freshly mown summer meadow scent that danced with sexual musk and that inevitable faint hint of pee that adds the full stop to the fragrant sentence of her sex. My hand was in my panties in seconds and I knew I wouldn’t last long at all. I even tugged my own panties down to mid thigh. Standing there, grinding my pelvis back and forth as I played with myself rapidly climbing the stairway to heaven was erotic and exactly what I needed. 

Her cumstains were fresh…very fresh, and copious. So much so that I could rub her on my lips and under my nose so that at the exact moment I came, I could fulfil Miss Brain’s instructions. 

There’s a moment….just before a girl cums, where orgasm is imminent and inevitable, but everything seems to stand still, even time itself. In that nanosecond, I moved her panties to between my legs and allowed myself to squirt into them. In fact, it was the second her wetness touched my labia that released the storm. And a violent storm it was too. It rocked me and it rocked my world. 

I had her intimacy pressed right against my sex, and it felt glorious. 

Of course I felt guilty afterwards….I felt somewhat like a naughty schoolgirl too. You know, you’ve done something against the rules but got away with it…that kind of feeling. 

Back in the pub I looked at Jane. No doubt happily creaming up her spare pair….unless…..I waited until she walked briskly past me with a tray of empties and then held my breath for a second or two. It was the air following her I wanted, and it was heavy with her vaginal scent. No, I doubt anyone else would even notice, but to me it was obvious and not just wishful thinking either. She’d got wet, decided to ditch the underwear when she ditched the uniform that had tomato ketchup on it, and gone commando for the rest of the shift. 

But I know you doubt me…..sometimes I doubt me too. So I waited for an opportunity to present itself. When I bought this place there were a number of shelves of beer shandy. God alone knows how old they are, and I’d never serve them. They were there purely to fill the lower shelves. Now, when there are no customers, the staff are working through emptying them. I positioned myself on a bar stool and waited. Soon enough Jane brought a trolley and told me she was going to empty the last of the bottles….which meant her squatting. 

And, glory be…the perfect vulva flashed briefly into my line of sight. Score one for me! 

Now, Jane is 18. Legal, I know. But she is also an employee, and I have an inviolable rule. No fucking the staff. Never have…never will. Now Jane could wank herself off in front of me, and it would fill every cell in my body with desire, but it’s still a no-no. Then again, I know Jane comes from a large family who live in a small house. She has three sisters all of whom share the one bedroom. Privacy is something she simply doesn’t have much of at home. Here, there are multiple rooms, both above and below ground level where she could squirrel herself away for a bit of alone time should she need it. I’m planning on opening four of my pubs as B&Bs soon and this is one that has six bedrooms upstairs. I wonder……

Having a quick cum now and then is delightful. Having a naughty quick cum is better, and having a ‘forbidden’ one tops the list.