After the last stay with my friend Kathy over 12 months ago, I have long held onto the memories of my experiences with her dirty underwear.
Sitting on her toilet over several days, masturbating with multiple pairs of her discharge-stained underpants remains one of my most exciting and illicit sexual experiences.
I have spent much time since, hoping that it may happen again at some stage and fortunately for me this Christmas, it did -- only this time I got just a bit more than I may have bargained for.
My visit this time lasted 4 days and my mind wandered to some filthy yet exhilarating places on the flight over.
Arriving on a Friday evening, I got to spend the weekend with Kathy, going to the markets with her and also travelling to some local wineries for some tastings and good food.
By Monday morning, Kathy was heading back to work and I had managed to withhold my urges for the entire weekend, which I was actually quite proud of.
Within 20 minutes or so of Kathy heading off to work however, I was into it -- rummaging around with a vengeance once again for her dirty underwear. Naturally I was looking forward to sampling the undies she had been wearing whilst I had been with her over the weekend and hopefully some which she had been wearing for several days previously.
It didn't take long for me to find what I was looking for and I then set myself up in her bathroom once again for a very private and sensual masturbation session.
Kathy's smell was as sweaty as ever as I buried my nose in the crotch panel of the first pair of her off-white frillies. They also had a mild dark stain across them to go with the wonderful aroma.
With handful of 4 different pairs, I set about indulging myself completely over the following half-hour or so.
I made sure I took as long as possible to enjoy the feast as I didn't want to complete too quickly.
As I unfurled each pair individually, I noticed that 2 of them clearly had some light brown poo stains on the inside -- these were the first pair of Kathy's undies that I had seen stains from her anus and it was very exciting, to say the least.
I sniffed them intimately around where the brown skid marks were as I wrapped my now fully erect manhood in the soft cotton of the other pairs, making sure that the outer stained gusset was fully visible as I rubbed away very slowly and sensually.
The session ended with me draining a series of hot bursts of semen directly into Kathy's toilet bowl, having indulged numerous fantasies about Kathy and her intimate body parts and also some about her intimate bodily functions.
It was an intense experience - with such direct access to Kathy's between-leg odour via her dirty undies and also being able to see for myself the stains she had left inside them!
The remainder of the day was an opportunity to hang about at Kathy's place and enjoy the soiled intimacy of her dirty underwear whilst she was away at work.
*
Kathy returned from work in time for dinner at which time we both decided to order in some pizza.
We exchanged some brief notes on our day's activities, which gave me some creative license to avoid discussing what I had REALLY been doing.
I might have liked to believe that it had worked as how could it not??
That at least, was until Kathy offered for us to watch a DVD as she moved towards the television.
What seemed like a reasonable idea passed me by without me even considering anything else in particular.
Kathy then proceeded to flick on the screen and select the AV channel whilst pressing a couple more buttons on the remote.
In less than a minute I froze completely as an unadulterated birds-eye image appeared on the screen in front of me of a semi-naked person in a bathroom sitting on a toilet and clearly involved in a masturbation ritual with items I knew instantly to be women's underwear.
There was no need to deny that the image was being beamed from Kathy's bathroom and the semi-naked person was me earlier in the morning.
"So this is what you do when I'm at work is it??" Kathy blurted.
I simply had no response that would make amends.
It was obvious that Kathy had installed some kind of CC camera device in the ceiling of her bathroom.
If this was so, then how had I not seen it?
Perhaps it was in one of the light fittings?
Regardless, I was at a loss and could not really conjure a valid response.
"What the hell is this??" I asked completely on impulse.
"Looks like you've been having a very nice time doesn't it??" Kathy goaded, although the absence of any anger or malice in her voice was quite noticeable.
"I guess so," I replied, now completely numb with mortification.
"It's OK," she continued. "I don't really mind to be honest. I kind of figured this is what you might be getting up to when you're staying here with me. I'm kind of flattered actually."
"Are you serious??" I asked with mild contempt.
"MmmHmmm..." Kathy responded. "I really don't mind -- it's actually a bit of a turn-on to know that you've seen something of mine that's so intimate."
"If you say so," I added with more than a little scepticism.
"I was actually going to offer for you a chance to make up for it since you've been a bit naughty in my absence." Kathy conceded.
"OK," I stumbled along sheepishly. "What exactly did you have in mind?"
"Follow me naughty boy and we'll see!" Kathy, astonishingly, was now almost flirting with me.
At this, Kathy stood and headed towards the bathroom.