Heath had only been seeing Lorraine for 3 weeks now. Something about her demeanor excited him. She seemed to have some sort of hypnotic control over him. Whenever he looked into her eyes he felt like she was peering inside his very soul, like she new his every whim and kink. He found he had to avert his gaze most times as they were just too piercing for his liking.
The way she dressed was also so arousing. She always seemed to be wearing tight leather skirts or skin tight leather pants. She rarely wore a bra and her taught firm breasts were forever pushing erect nipples at him through the thin white blouses she wore.
Sex with Lorraine had only started the Friday of this weekend it was nothing really flash. For some reason she would not let him go down on her. He was not really aware of it, but something deep in the back of his mind told him she had been in control the whole time they made love. There was nothing he could put his finger on; it was just a feeling. He felt there was something deeper to this girl, something more than she was letting on. Whatever it was he knew he had already fell madly in love with her. He always felt a heady intoxication whenever they were together.
His eyes gazed around her bedroom. He had came over a couple of hours earlier to take her to see the latest Spiderman flic. She had spent some time on the phone and he was left to amuse himself. She hardly payed him any attention the whole time she was on the phone. However, whenever he turned his back on her he could swear he could feel her eyes burning into his back. Her flat was on the 7th floor a two-bedroom affair. Very tastefully decorated, the latest plasma screen on the wall, hidden hi-fi centre in the console and the kitchen was wall to wall stainless steel appliances. All the furniture was antique, mostly European, but he was able to make out a few small pieces as being early Chinese/Japanese which one he wasn't too sure. The bookcase had a plethora of writers; Plato's republic, Tolstoy's war and peace, John Saul, Dean Koontz and...he froze for a second...The Marquis de Sade. His eyebrow raised further when he spotted the story of O not far from it.
She had hung the phone up and squealed she would miss the dry cleaners if she didn't bolt. They are 25 minutes from here she had screamed.
"Honey make yourself at home there is some wine in the fridge..I must dash or I'll have nothing to wear tonight...will be about an hour"
With that she was gone. Not even a goodbye kiss. Heath's gaze stopped as he noticed something odd sticking out from under the foot of her bedspread. His heartbeat quickened as he stared at what he thought was the end of a rifle barrel. He moved forward and put his hand under to retrieve it. As he was bent forward he heard the faint noise of something clicking. Stopping to listen the butterflies in the pit of stomach were dancing wildly..all was still. Stretching down he froze as he discovered it was in fact a black steel riding crop. The handle was hand-stitched leather and was very smooth. The other hand had a piece of calf skin leather that was circular and perhaps 4 inches in diameter.
As he stood turning the object over he realised he was feeling the first pangs of arousal. He bent and pulled the bedspread up to see if there was anything else and he was sure he could make out something lace but it was too far under the bed to reach with his arm. Even though his 5'11'height gave him a longer than average reach he was still unable to get to the object. Thinking quickly, he lay down and proceeded to pull it towards him using the riding crop.
Thoughts flashed through his mind so fast. If these were a pair of Lorraine panties he would sniff them...fuck he was getting really aroused. He held his breath hoping madly that it was. Finally he was able to drop the riding crop and his heart almost burst as his fingers wrapped around the object. Yes they were silk and lace..they felt cold but oh so wickedly divine. As he pulled his lucky find out he smiled wildly as he confirmed it was indeed a pair of her panties.
He wondered for a moment should he replace them and make no mention to Lorraine. His erection was telling him otherwise. His bulge was screaming at him
"Smell the fucking panties dude!"
His mind was whirring..What if Lorraine was to come back unexpectedly? His conscience told him this was wrong. He knew he should not be in her room snooping around. However, his sex drive was quickly taking over. All traces of rational thought were quickly being extinguished. As the panties neared his nostrils he began to sniff with trepidation. What if they smell off; he asked himself. The first traces of Lorraine's dried pussy juice aroma invaded his nostrils. At once he was overcome with sheer excitement. The scent of his woman, even though days old was intoxicating. Heath lay back against the end of the bed and held the black lace to his nose. All thoughts of where he was and the outside world were gone. The trance that had overtaken his mind prevented Heath from realising what he was doing. He reached his right hand to his crotch and squeezed his erection through the material of his pants. A sharp intake of breath signaled the joy he felt at the sudden relieving pressure on his pulsing shaft.
Quickly he undid his zip and moaned quietly deep in his throat as the cool air caressed his now exposed swollen head. The intense heat of his twitching cock became evident as he wrapped his palm around the strong throbbing shaft. Slowly he slid his hand down to softly fondle his tight scrotum. His eyes opened as he shook the panties loose. As he moved his hand upward to grasp his erect cock and stroke it in an upward movement, he laid the panties on the floor with his other hand. Having located the crotch, Heath proceeded to lift the panties back up to his face. His mind was wrecked with sheer animalistic lust as his tongue extended to tentatively lick the stained area of Lorraine's panties. The taste was everything he longed for. Nothing could describe the effects the dried pussy juice had on his chemical receptors in his brain. All he knew was he had to have more. Heath began to close his mouth around the stained area and began to lap greedily. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as the stroking of his thick veined shaft increased.
As Heath felt the first familiar stirrings deep within his balls, his thoughts immediately switched as to where the impending sperm would finish up. He kneeled and held the panties over the fiery red swollen head and began to furiously pump his fist along the shaft of his cock.
"Oh Lorraine" he groaned as his orgasm approached.
"Oh fuck yes Lorraine" his voice shakily moaned. Thoughts of her flooded his mind.
His eyes squeezed tight as he continued to moan.
"Oh please Mistress Lorraine let me be your slave, I'll do anything you ask..."
The thought having formed in his head was the spark to cause his the first spasms of his orgasm to start. His eyes still shut Heath felt the hot jets of sperm speed up the underside of his shaft and explode into the scrunched up panties he was holding. He was now moaning uncontrollably as the waves of pleasure raced through his body.
"Oh God Lorraine please use me.. I so want you to control me" he groaned.
As the last slow strokes pushed out the remainder of his seed. Heath watched as it dropped into the milky white pool of spunk that had formed on the black lacy panties. Almost immediately pangs of guilt and remorse began to flood his thoughts. He quickly screwed up the panties and rushed to the living room to stuff them into his jacket pocket. He planned to save them for when he was back in his own flat.
Quickly stuffing his cock back into his pants he made for the toilet to freshen up. As Heath left the toilet he thought a glass of wine would be good. It would also help to mask any signs or traces that Lorraine's panties may have left on his face.
Having poured a glass of wine he casually strolled around the apartment. The wine was soothing and he began to feel normal once again. He stopped at the door of Lorraine's second bedroom.
"Funny" he thought. "I have never seen her use this room," he thought.
Heath's curiosity began to get the better of him.
"No harm in having a peak" he mumbled to himself.
With this he reached up to open the door but was surprised to find that it was locked. This fact intrigued him even more.
He thought it over in his head.
"Why would she keep this room locked" he was puzzled as well as bemused at the thought of her having to keep a room permanently locked.
Heath's concentration span was interrupted by the sound of keys in the front door. He again felt the same pangs of remorse, knowing he would have to face Lorraine and pretend nothing had transpired will she was out.
