This is a work of fiction. Any relation to actual persons or places is purely coincidental. All persons depicted are over the age of 18.
Though I had been friends with George for a long time, I had barely interacted with his girlfriend, Elizabeth, at all. They pretty much kept to themselves any time she came to visit him at college and after we graduated we both moved apart and got on with our separate lives. And when I would hang out with George, Elizabeth usually wasn't there with us since I didn't have a girlfriend myself.
So I was excited when George invited me over for dinner with him and Elizabeth. She's the girl one of my closest friends was planning to marry, so we should at least get to know each other a bit. We ate and talked and I got to learn a good bit about her and shared about myself. It was a good time, just a bit overdue.
After dinner we moved to their living room and shared some drinks. Elizabeth surprisingly stuck around for a bit before heading off to do her own thing. That's where my trouble began. Elizabeth is a fine looking girl, I'd best describe her as cute. Not hot or sexy, but there's a delicateness about her that makes her attractive. Around 5' 4", light skin, glasses, blonde hair with dark highlights usually pulled up. Slim with average, smaller breasts and a nice tight butt.
What drew my attention that night were her little white socks on her small feet. I'd seen them before, being George's roommate in college she'd spend the night sometimes. Even if they didn't stick around during the day they'd eventually be back to sleep, so I got to see her in her sleeping clothes a few times. Yoga pants, cute socks, and what I believe was a braless t-shirt, though I never did see any jiggling or nipples poking through. I'd sneak glances at her butt and feet whenever I got the chance. Sure it was my friend's girlfriend, but just looking wouldn't hurt. Size 6.5; I'd snuck a peak at her shoes once while they were at the shower. I never got to see her barefoot but I was hooked on those socks she'd wear.
That night was no different. She was sitting perpendicular to me with her feet rested on the table in front of us both. George was on my left on the couch with me and we were all focused on the TV directly in front of me. I used that to my advantage, slouching down on the couch so her feet were nearly blocking the TV. That way I was able to easily admire the view in front of me without suspicion. The tight fabric clinging to the curves of her legs; the small gap of smooth white skin at her ankle; the pure white cotton cradling her arches and the rounded tips of her toes. It was a beautiful sight, and my body was reacting to it.
After a bit of time Elizabeth got up and stated she was going to shower and go to sleep. We said our goodbyes and she left, leaving George and I to continue drinking and switching over to video games. Though we were engaged in our games, my mind was stuck on Elizabeth touching her naked body a few rooms over. It was then I decided I wasn't going to make it through the night without masturbating.
After about an hour I excused myself to use the bathroom. There's two bathrooms in the house, one in the main part and one in their bedroom. I had figured Elizabeth would have used the shower in their bedroom, but as I walked into the shared bathroom I felt the heat and humidity from a recent shower. For some reason she had used this shower instead of the master one, I pondered why as I relieved myself. When I flushed and turned to wash my hands, my eyes lit up. A hamper right in the corner of the room, and if Elizabeth had just taken a shower there... that meant...
My heart started racing as I neared the basket. I felt myself as a video game character opening a treasure chest to find some valuable loot, and I did. I opened the cover and there laying on top were the objects of my fixation. Curled up from being pulled off, the two white ankle socks Elizabeth had been wearing. My cock immediately rose to attention in my pants as I picked them up, unraveled them and brought them to my face. A faint odor pierced my nostrils and sent me into paradise. The socks I lusted after were in my hands.
I knew I didn't have much time. I had already flushed the toilet and George surely heard it so I couldn't take too long or he might get suspicious. I wasn't sure I'd get this opportunity again, maybe George planned on doing laundry before bed, so I made the most of my time. I pulled my pants back down and released my now fully hard dick out into the air.
Back into the dirty laundry basket I pulled out each article of clothing, making note of how it was arranged so I could put it back the same way. Elizabeth's panties laid next to her bra on top of her yoga pants. It was a casual un-matching set, light blue cheeky panties with a little lacy frill in the front and a normal black bra. I took note of the size, 32B. As I thought, a little small but good for her frame. I brought her panties to my face and breathed them in. A light musky smell, but not overpowering. I wrapped them around my dick and quietly stroked myself as I smelled her socks again.
I was in heaven, overwhelming pleasure coursing through me. I wanted to stay there all night and dump load after load in Elizabeth's clothes, but I was out of time. It had been too long and I needed to get back. I took some pictures of Elizabeth's bra and panties on my cock as souvenirs and carefully placed them back in the hamper. I was about to replace the socks when I stopped. If they were planning to do a wash before bed I would lose out on my chance to masturbate with them after they went to sleep. It was too risky to take the panties, but I figured no one would notice a pair of socks. Socks go missing all the time after all, and who really pays attention after you toss them in a dirty hamper?
I decided to go for it. I stuffed the socks in my underwear right on my cock and sealed it up, adjusted my boner so it was less noticeable, closed the hamper, and made my way back.
"You fall in?" George joked as I sat down.
"Yup," I replied. And that was it. We'd been friends for such a long time I'm not sure why I was so worried about the time. There was no suspicion, even though I had done something terribly perverted.
The night dragged on for a few more hours of gaming and drinking, all I could think about was what I had done and what I couldn't wait to do. Eventually we called it and George headed to bed and left me on the couch to sleep.
I gave myself a good 10 minutes before I got started. Maybe it was the alcohol in my system or the thrill of the moment but I pulled my pants and underwear off right there in the living room and started stroking. I brought the socks to my face and breathed her in again. I opened one up and slid it down over my shaft and rubbed that soft fabric up and down. It felt so incredibly good that I decided I was going to cum inside them no matter what. I'd steal them and bring them home so there was no evidence, just a missing pair of socks they would never notice.
I was so engrossed in the socks I only then remembered her panties. I never heard the washing machine go off so Elizabeth didn't do laundry. If I got those it would increase the pleasure of my orgasm even more, I had to have them. It was only a few feet to the bathroom, and the thrill of my deviant act felt so good that I didn't bother to put my pants back on as I made my way over. I continued stroking my sock clad member as I creeped into the bathroom and flicked on the light.
Their bedroom door was closed, and they have a bathroom in their room, so I felt safe that I could perform my little recovery activity and get back to the couch with no issues. I opened up the hamper and they were right where I left them, her panties waiting for me to come back for them. I sighed and smiled and took another long inhale of her sock as I squeezed my cock.
Then I heard a gasp.
My eyes shot open and my heart dropped out of my chest. I looked towards the door and Elizabeth was there, staring at me with mouth agape. It was over. She would tell George, George would tell all our friends, in one night I had destroyed all of my lifelong friendships. There was nothing I could say, no way to talk my way out of it. All I could muster up was a sheepish,
"Uh.. S-sorry..."
I waited for her to yell at me, to scream for George, to run away crying. All she did was look down at my erect cock sheathed in her sock. I know I should have lost my boner but I couldn't help it, she was looking hot. Shorts shorter than I've ever seen her wearing before, and a white tank top with her nipples clearly poking through the fabric. And it was also the first time that I got a look at her cute little bare feet. She looked back up at my face with the same shocked expression on her face and simply asked in her soft mousey voice,
"My socks?"
"Uh.. yea..." I responded quietly as I reached down and pulled her sock off of my cock.
I watched her eyes dart down and glimmer as my bare dick bounced in front of her. I didn't cover myself, I figured my social life was beyond repair already anyway, might as well have some fun before it implodes. I liked her looking at it, it made me even harder. I reached my hand towards her and offered her her socks back. She hesitated for a moment before taking them from me, glancing down at my cock one last time, then turned around and walked away.
I exhaled deeply and bowed my head looking down at my cock. It ached from all the excitement, begging me to relieve the pressure that had built up. I probably would never have the chance to jerk off with a friend's girlfriend's panties again, since I wouldn't have any friends left, so I figured I'd have as much fun as possible. I grabbed her panties and wrapped them around my cock and resumed stroking. It felt so amazing, even more so since being caught. I knew I only had a short time before George came and threw me out so I picked up speed. The erotic perversion excited me so much, burning all my bridges for one amazing orgasm. And it was coming up fast.
"My socks aren't enough for you?" a tiny voice squeaked out.
My hand froze. I looked and Elizabeth was back in the doorway, her socks still in her hand.
"Uh.. Fuck... Elizabeth I was just..." I muttered out.
"Masturbating with my underwear now," she finished my sentence, eyeballing my cock once again. "Come on," she said as she left once more, this time heading towards the living room.
