I had the panty time of my life. I was assigned the task of photographing the Edinburgh Festival for a fashion magazine, and my accommodation had been sorted out for me by a friend. I climbed three flights of stone tenement steps to a black door numbered twenty-three and rang the bell. The door was opened by a beautiful creature, little more than five feet six in her five-inch heels and impish and pretty below her bob of short, platinum-blond toned hair. Her heels were toe-less, patent, red, platform sandals, and she wore a black leotard. The girly scalloped hems of her skimpy black knickers were peeping out and encircled the top of each of her powerful, toned and milky-white thighs.
"Hi, I'm Amy, you must be Paul?" she enquired.
"That's me, nice to meet you", I replied, hiding my delight that I had landed myself the sexiest little housemate a man could wish for.
Amy told me she was a dancer and was busy in the evenings, her days were spent at home, during which she seemed to be mainly confined to her room. Although I saw little of her, whenever our paths crossed in the house, the experience was always joyful. I was forever obliged to look away to avoid being seen to be obsessive about her. Her little body was so divine, and I had such a compulsion to investigate the tiny knickers that hugged her beautiful bum. I would do that at the very earliest convenience when she left the house.
The very first evening I was there I sneaked into Amy's room some ten minutes after she had left the apartment. I had no right to be there and shook with fear and concern for where my obsessive, compulsive fetishes would lead me. I merely tugged open the four drawers of a chest next to her bed. I briefly glimpsed inside and was able to satisfy myself I was going to have a really naughty, kinky, fun panty party while I stayed with Amy. Then I fled her room with my mouth parched.
The following day, feeling horny, I took my breakfast back into my room and began to look at the girls available on my favourite cam girl site. My eye was caught by patent, red, platform sandals and a girl wearing a mask, she seemed strangely familiar. Her nick was MoonlightX. I was pretty sure that the hot chick full of lovense and wearing a red sweater and pleated white skirt was none other than my housemate Amy or at least a dead-ringer for her. I examined the girl thoroughly and noted a pink translucent wristwatch with an image of a slice of pizza on the face.
When she danced, the girl moved most creatively and individually, routinely showing her lingerie to maintain the interest of her audience. Her knickers were a silky black bikini with lacy panels over the hips, her bra was fire-station red.
She was the most beautiful little creature I had ever set eyes on with the most mischievous smile. Everything about her was naughty. I was immediately horny for her. I separated my balls and tied my shaft with a stocking that I always carry for the purpose. I started teasing myself into making a dirty mess for this sexy cam girl.
As the days went by I became more compelled to spend time with her. By week two of watching her, I had bought tokens and waited for the courage to go private with her, cam to cam. I would just show her my stiff cock and keep my face hidden and change my voice of course. The notion of wanking with my housemate and remaining anonymous was just too naughty to resist.
The following day when Amy was coming out the shower, I noticed she had a pink translucent wristwatch with an image of a slice of pizza decorating the face.
The first time I went private with MoonlightX I told her that I loved panties and stockings and nylons and feet drove me crazy and that whenever I went private with her I wanted her to tease me with her sexy lingerie. I made it clear that I longed to worship all the aromas and fragrance and exudates of her beautiful body.
Two days later I saw a red bra, a pair of black panties and white nylon stockings on the clothes drier. The very clothes MoonlightX had worn on cam previously. I had to sit down and take a deep breath when I thought about the possibility of getting my hands on her stinky knickers and hose. Those worn for her previous cam sesh and relegated to her laundry basket. I longed to be sniffing Amy's dainty shaved cunt and delicate little toes in those abandoned garments as I tossed myself off for her while sharing her private room in her guise as my Mistress MoonlightX.
Onscreen, in her private room, My Mistress MoonlightX diddled herself with fingers and pointed her pert pierced nipples and petite little titties towards me. She told me I was a dirty little panty-puppy and her sweaty toe sucking slave boy as I had welcomed her to do.
When Amy saw me in the kitchen at tea-time she was suddenly taken back when she noticed the tattoo on my arm. It was of a skull coloured red on one side and blue on the other. She had seen the tattoo earlier in the day. It belonged to the guy that she knew as Gimpyhose that had recently begun to take her private and overwhelmed her with his beautiful soft-spoken Irish voice. Gimp told her everything about his uncontrollable desires to sniff her gusset and stocking sole at any opportunity. How curious that she should see the same tattoo twice on two different guys. Maybe a fashion that had passed her by. There was nothing Irish about Paul's accent she thought.
Then arriving home after a night out on the town, in Amy's company in the living room, I answered a call to a mate and callously spoke with an Irish accent for fun and identical to that one I used online with Amy. Amy noticed that I tried to cover up.
Gimp and Paul were one and the same guy, Amy just thought she was being ridiculous.
One evening, when Amy had left the apartment at the usual time I went into her room. I was feeling increasingly bold having witnessed that Amy never returned until the small hours. I had not entered there since the first night I had arrived at Amy's apartment but now having smoked some spliff I was raring to go and explore Amy's stuff.
I had an amazing time in her room, looking at her toys and role-play gear she had collected. Lots of leather straps and even a black strap-on in one of her bottom drawers. I licked the inner soles of all the heels she had enjoying their salty flavour and took every single pair of her knickers and nylons from her drawers and laid the entire lot on her bed. I stripped and I lay amongst all Amy's stuff rolling in her soft, delicate nylon froth. Rising to my feet and sporting a raging boner I lifted the lid from her laundry basket and took a pair of soft black patterned nylon bikini panties and a pair of flesh-toned pantyhose from the laundry. I went back to my room with them.
