Look Up My Dress

Miss Brain has chosen my outfit well today, and it matches my mood….strange that that mood is. I feel…..innocent….(yes, I know…big ask) No, seriously, I do. Today, I’ve got that ‘vulnerable 15 year old Anna’ feeling. 

Which is why I’m bra-less of course, and in a mid thigh very loose-fitting floral print dress and a pair of panties that, I must admit, have seen better days. The crotch is a little threadbare, but you don’t mind that,, do you. Especially the way I’m sitting on the floor by the couch in the lounge in front of a nicely glowing wood fire. My right knee is bent, and the right heel is against my left bum cheek…the entire leg flat on the floor. The left foot is planted on the floor, left knee bent also, but upright. My legs, then, are at 90 degrees to one another, and that panty crotch is on show to the world. 

The crotch of those undies looks tatty…worn…as well it should. God above knows how many times I rubbed myself off through that crotch. The number of times, I’ve soaked it is innumerable. I couldn’t work it out if I tried. These panties have had their share of periods too. As I’ve told you, I’ve never been heavy at all, and usually my periods can be times to the minute. Usually…not always. So, the crotch of these panties has been scrubbed a few times too…..all that gives rise to their ‘lived in’ look.

My labia are swollen….well, they would be, I’m horny has fuck right now, which in turn means the crotch is wet. Visibly wet. You see, that’s the thing about this particular pair of panties, they show even the slightest dampness. I guess that’s why they’re my go-to pair when I want to indulge my habit of panty-peeing. Not always, of course. Sometimes the mood just takes me and I’ll do it in whatever pair I’m wearing. But now and then, well…..I like to plan the event. 

But not today. Today, I’m innocently reading my book, and knowing that you are looking right up my dress. You can see my milky white thighs, and my bum, and my swollen labia, and that growing patch of wetness, and you are wondering what I smell like. I imagine tossing these into a laundry hamper and you seeking them out. I imagine you inhaling me and your cock (or clit) stiffening. Because I’m obviously into age-play today, I giggle a little at the thought of how naughty it is, you smelling a 15 year-old’s panties, but hey…it’s our secret. 

In that way gawky teenagers do, I let my left hand drift around my bum and press slightly at the dampness. This does nothing to calm you down, since it looks very masturbatory, and when I bring my fingertip to my nose, you are desperate to smell it too. So I guess, when I suck the tip of that finger, that didn’t help, huh? 

I give my internal muscles a good squeeze. I am very adept at this. Well, I should be. I learned long ago that one can train one’s vaginal muscles to squeeze and move on command. I remember one time asking The Lovely Chris just to put his cock in me then to remain totally still. He looked a little pained at the thought of not being able to fuck me vigorously, but I wanted to show him my trick. I flexed and relaxed rapidly which cause my cervix to flicker across the top of his cock like a little tongue. I made him shoot his load just by doing that. Gold star to me! 

But this time, my squeeze is aimed at something else. When I’m horny, my vagina, like that of all girls, lengthens and widens, but mine seems to develop a space right at the top around my cervix. All girls do this to some extent. It’s so that semen can form a pool and when the girl cums, her cervix dips into this pool of sperm. It’s just that mine is more capacious than normal…and it holds girl cum. I can squeeze hard and expel it. For example, if I squatted over you and did this, you’d see it come out of me onto your tummy. 

But right now, I just want to wet my panties up more. 

For the guys

I can see you, you know. Hiding behind the door rubbing yourself. I’m aching for you to go further. Go on, get it out for me. Wow! That’s big! Here, let me give you something more to look at. 

Just for a second, I tug the material aside and sink a finger right up myself. It comes out glistening and wet. I look at it, sniff it, then pop the entire finger in my mouth. Yes, I can see the pre-cum on your cock. 

Oh…I’ve forgotten to put my panties back. I can feel the warmth of the fire against my wet lips. ..and my clit. It feels like someone’s kissing it. I let my right warm and the book fall to the floor, and my head drops back onto the couch. My eyes close and my right hand middle finger finds my clit. I don’t need to see you. I know you’re looking at me and masturbating. I diddle my clit and almost immediately feel a cum welling up. I crack my right eye open enough to see you reflected in the TV screen. An arc of semen jets from you onto the carpet. Don’t worry. It’s a very thick, expensive carpet. Easily cleaned. Another and another.  My cum courses through me, made all the richer because I know I’ve done that to you. 

For the girls.

Yes, I know, I know. You’ve never felt attracted to another girl before. Ah, but I also know you’ve smelled and tasted yourself. Of course you have. What girl hasn’t at some point? And now you’re wondering what I smell and taste like. This couples with your own sexual arousal pattern. You’ve travelled this road too….the tingles, the wetness, the hard clit. And what do you do when you feel like this? Why, exactly what I’m doing. 

But this is something new for you, isn’t it? You’re wondering how I smell…..how I taste. I can almost read you mind right now. As your hand disappears inside you panties, your eyes widen in surprise. Of course you knew you were wet, but not this wet! My God..what’s happening to you? You’ve never had a lesbian thought in your life, and yet…..

When you see me suck my finger, your knees buckle a little. Maybe fortune favours the brave. Maybe you should just walk across the carpet and lie down between my willing legs? Something in you tells you I’d be more than happy for that, but you daren’t risk it. Instead, you do something few men can do. You stop, and walk away. Deferred gratification is a female thing…oh, not exclusively to be sure, but mainly.

It’s the next morning, and you’re up early. Oh, sweetie, what a difficult night! Horny as hell….wet….but you resisted the temptation, didn’t you. And now you’re in my bathroom, and the prize is in your hands. My panties from yesterday, still moist, and hesitantly, you bring them to your face and slowly inhale. My pheromones fill your head and make you dizzy. Your hand is between your legs in seconds and your clit leaps to respond. You inhale again, quickly this time and even more deeply. The orgasm starts to build and you know it’s going to be something special. Thank goodness I had this room converted to a wet room last year. Let be whatever will be. 

Your hand is a blur on your clit, and now, merely smelling me isn’t enough. You jam the crotch of my panties in your mouth and run your tongue over the wetness, simultaneously, you suck air in through the material. Now it’s all there for you…..girl cum….even that faint hint of pee. 

The orgasm tears you apart, making your knees bend, and spontaneously, you pee which adds another level of complexity to it. You’ve never peed and cum before, and you’re not a natural squirter, so feeling something leaving your body heightens the sensation beyond words. Orgasms do that. Everything is different when you cum….pain becomes pleasure, and the sensation of pissing becomes an ejaculation. You almost cry out, but manage to stop yourself. 

It doesn’t matter. I’m not asleep next door. 

Back in reality, I’ve just cum twice into these worn, threadbare panties. They’re too wet even for me to wear, so I’ll just slip them off. Now I’ve cum even the dress is the wrong thing to wear so I go upstairs to change. Dani sees me walking towards the stairs, panties in hand. “Should I put those in the laundry?” I nod and hand then to her….

….but I don’t miss the almost silent, whispered extra word she adds as she turns away. “……eventually!”