She Left It for Me

Once while in high school, we were on a SGA trip to another high school and were going to be staying at student's houses of the hosting school. This was not unusual on these kind of trips and the "home stays" were usually rather nice. On this particular stay, I was staying at this very large house. It was the house of another SGA student and me and another guy were going to be staying in his sister's room; she was a freshman at the high school.

On a side note, it was a very large house and I was not sure why they didn't just house us in one of the smaller rooms, even though the smaller rooms did not have bathrooms. However, the host mother assured us it was no issue and Samantha (thesister), would not mind. Samantha was a cute girl. Round face, highlighted blonde hair, freckled skin, slender body, but thick in the right places. Her breasts were small, but very cute and complimentary of her young body. She also had nice, small feet with pink toe nail polish. Her eyes were a dark green and she wore very dark eye make up. Being that it was nearly summer and this trip went through the weekend, she was just going to be lounging.

WhenI first saw her, she was already in a two-piece bathing suit and a white lace cover-up. I was of course attracted at the first encounter though we did not even say anything to one other. She seemed rather shy. She smiled and went back out to lounge by their in-ground pool.

The host mom urged us to make ourselves at home in Samantha's room, but did make us aware that she would need to use her bathroom during our stay. When I walked in her room, I was shocked to see a lot of her clothes were still strewn about, panties and bras included. The sight of bras and panties in a hot, young girl's bedroom is enough to make any high school boy start tostand at attention. Cute B cup aerie bras and boy short panties decorated the floor, the futon and the top of her dresser. Theoccasional thong also tempted to seduce my young, horny mind. The thought of her being in this room and wearing these playful, brightgar ments caused that all too familiar teenage boner. I think the garments were all clean, but she was obviously not one to worry about immediately putting fresh laundry away. The whole family seemed a bit relaxed on these sorts of matters. Her room had a small twin bed, wrapped in pink sheets and futon. I was lucky enough to get the bed. 

After returning to the house after school activities, I retired to her room. Shocked again, it did not appear the sheets were fresh. Upon sleeping in Samantha's bed the first night, the sweet smell of shampoo and girl was rather vibrant. This sent an immediate shock to my nether regions. I was quickly getting an erection. I waited until my roommate was asleep then got up for the bathroom. I had to relieve myself; the thrill of being in a teenage girl's room, sleeping in her bed which was filled with her scent, and being surrounded by her panties and bras was just too much. After handing my young cock and stroking for a few minutes, Iconvulsed to relief after shooting my spunk against the bathroom tile. I kept thinking of her smile that previous morning and kept wondering if she was trying to entice one of these young guys that was staying in her room. It sure seemed like it.

The next day, we spent the whole day at the hosting high school. Occasionally, my mind drifted to the exciting thought of spending one more night in Samantha's room. I wondered what she was doing at the moment. She was probably spendinganother day by the pool. Again the thought of her in a bikini under the sun, her small breasts laying quietly upon her chest, her young hips and butt looking so inviting delicious to my clueless and horny instincts...the thought threatened to take command of my young cock. Anyway, we didn't return to the house until after dark that night, but the most erotic treat of my life to that point was waiting for me.

The host mom welcomed us back warmly and said Samantha had used the bathroom earlier that evening so we shouldn't have to worry. We said thank you again for hosting and went upstairs for bed. When I entered the bathroom, my young mind was staggered to see a skimpy, low-rise, black bikini hanging over the side of the tub, nearly covered by the shower curtain. I made out like I didn't see it, hoping to quickly get my roommate to bed, so I could investigate further. After waiting for what seemed like an eternity, I lept back in to the bathroom as quietly as possible.

Sure enough, Samantha's bikini she had worn all day was laying right where she had laid it after taking it off before showering. It wasn't just laying on the floor as if it was quickly destined for the washer, however. I was neatly placed, top and bottom, over the edge of the tub, as if on display. I stared for a moment, then carefully picked both pieces up as if they were an archeological treasure. I brought the suit to my face and began smelling the invigorating aroma of sun tan oil and sweat, Samantha's sun tan oil and sweat. After a few seconds, I dropped the top and begin looking over the bottom. That's when I saw it. Inside the gusset of the bottoms, there were a few white streaks of thin, almost translucent fluid. My heart was pounding. Had Samantha been thinking naughty thoughts by the pool? My young mind raced, my heart pounded. Without thinking, I pressed the suit bottom to my nose and breathed in the hot, young aroma of Samantha. I could not help but think young Samantha had set up this whole little scheme with the intention of getting a hopelessly horny high school guy a boner to end all boners. Speaking of which, once I lapsed out of my trance, I looked down to see my cock piercing through my boxer shorts. I quickly lowered my shorts to reveal what felt like the biggest erection humanly possible, no doubt enhanced by the first smell of a females sweet juices I had ever smelled. My vain bulged an pulsed along the top of my cock. The shaft bounced up and down, begging to be relieved. All of these sexually-stimulating elements gave me that pit of the stomach feeling I used to have when discovering a new facet of sexuality - what a treasured and missed feeling.

I was convinced Samantha was a young, horny teenage girl, filled with the same sort of fantasies I was and I took this hotly-worn bikini as her gift to me. Already, I was about to shoot ropes of cum before I even began stroking. I collected my thoughts, pressed her suit bottom to my face and began to stroke vigorously. Her smells overwhelmed my brain. I thought of her touching her young slit by the pool, coaxing the sweet fluid out of her young vagina that now graced this sexy little suit. Continuing to stroke harder, I licked her juices from the suit in what felt like such a new, wild, and yet so natural act. I whispered her name, while continuing to stroke my uncircumcised member. My mind dreamed of her visiting me in the bathroom and wished we could relieve ourselves together. I longed for the company of her young body pressed against me. My cock was as big as I'd ever seen it. The foreskin rolled back and forth, revealing the swollen, pronounced, purple glands quicker and quicker. With a few more silent cries of Samantha's name, I braced against the rail on the bathroom wall and shot six, thick ropes of cum with very little control. The tile wall, the toilet seat and the cloth shower curtain all had traces of my warm, salty seed. I sat holding Samantha's suit bottom for a few minutes and then cleaned up and drug myself to bed.

The next morning the host mom fed us breakfast and held pleasant conversations with each of us. My mind was still on last night's discovery. To my delight, Samantha joined the table shortly before we had to leave. She talked with her mom a little, but still seemed just as a shy as the other day. We did make eye contact briefly and the smiled innocently at my before finishing her meal and getting up. After the meal, we thanked the host mom and said goodbye, traveling back home that day. I thought much on the erotic experience from last night. I had thought about bringing Samantha's suit with me, but just couldn't bring myself to. While unpacking that night, at the bottom of my back I found a small envelop. In side was a pair of blue boy short panties and a note that simply read, "I hope I made your weekend better." I was signed with a heart. Truly stunned again, I picked up the panties and noticed that these too had been worn and worn well. I still have this gift today and think of young Samantha and what it was to be young and naive.