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The weekend passed very quickly. It was tiring to be on standby to trigger the cams for the toilet. I felt like I had nothing on my mind except to wait to record S showering. On top of that, I had to manually download a large number of files from the room cam. It wasn’t too bad, but with 12 files being recorded per hour, 48 hours of recording meant that I had to click 500 times. I had to pretend I was working on something on the laptop but also had to shut my brain off and click the 500 links.
Well.. at least there are some very good news. I have confirmed S goes braless and pantyless at home if she spends time alone in her room. Her t-shirts she wear are quite thick or has some thick pattern on the boobs area.. so I couldn’t see much if passing by her room or if she comes out to go toilet or to the kitchen. If she stays out of her room for longer periods, I notice that she wears a bra (possibly to prevent me from seeing her pokies).
Her dirty clothes are also readily accessible in her laundry basket inside the room. At least for now.. it seems like she doesn’t lock her door when she goes out.
My balls were already filled to the brim by the end of the weekend. I have already asked for permission to go to work later on Monday. Fortunately my work schedule have always been later than most people.. which means my gf and S will have no idea that I will be going to work a bit later.
First thing I wanted to do with the alone time in the house was to explore her belongings and taste her dirty underwear. She hasn’t done her laundry yet.. which meant that there were 3 days worth of her dirty worn clothes by Monday morning.
I imagined sniffing her sweat scent and her pussy discharge.. and that was enough to increase my blood pressure.
Next thing I needed to do was to retrieve the SD cards from the shower cams and copy the contents into my PC. That would provide me new videos of S showering when I’m ready to release my excitement from perving on her stuff. Also, not forgetting to transfer the room cam videos from the laptop to the PC.
I was so curious what I could catch S doing in her room. They say girls also masturbate but less than guys.. but would I be able to see S touching herself during her stay here? Will she be comfortable enough to cum in her friend’s place?
I took a deep breath and tried to go to sleep, ready for the long morning the next day..
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Originally Posted by
beji19308
Great writing, would love to see some photos to go along this part 2 adventure.
Thanks for your support bros. I can’t promise the photos but will see what I can do. If I do post, they will be heavily edited and censored..
In the meantime, I’m slowly recalling my story..
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*Phone alarm rings*
It was 7am. I usually get up with my gf to help prepare breakfast for us while she washes up to get ready for work. This morning is special.. S will be joining us for breakfast and then the both of them will be heading off to work.
My gf stumbled to the toilet while I calmly walked to my hiding spot to trigger the toilet cam remotes. Just in time, S opened her door. We greeted each other.
In that brief moment I tried to look for signs of her being braless. She was wearing a thick black t-shirt but one thing gave her bralessness away: her tit protrusions look smaller and pointier. Normally, her tits would look rounder with a bra providing support and coverage of her nipples. I still couldn’t spot nipple pokies.. but I was quite sure she was braless.
*Thump Thump* My heart started to beat faster.
S stepped into the toilet and closed the door. I tried to calm myself from all my intrusive thoughts and focussed on preparing breakfast.
Eventually my gf and S got ready and came out of their rooms. S was again wearing a plain shirt and pants. As S approached me, I swear I could almost see through her clothes to her innocent yet lovely girl-next-door figure. I could almost taste and smell her pussy. My mind was hopelessly running wild..
During the breakfast, it was torture for me to hold back and act as normal as possible, knowing that I will end off my perverted session today with a huge unloading of my balls. While I was struggling to keep my perverted self from coming out, I noticed S seem to be happier than she was the past few days. That gave me some relief to my worries about her issues.. and distracted me a little from my perverted self.
It felt so fast. We finished our food and they left me alone in the house. I took my time to put the dishes in the sink, and then slowly went to my laptop to download the latest videos from the room cam (last night till this morning). These are the least risky actions to take first, in case they forget something and decide to come back. Last thing I want is to be caught with my cock in my hand and S’s panties in the other.
Being efficient, I decided not to download the videos from late last night when S was sleeping. There was no night vision feature on the cam anyway.. so no point in spending time downloading.
The room videos from the weekend have all been loaded into my PC. This and the shower videos that I will retrieve later will be food for my little head to release..
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Quote:
Originally Posted by
beji19308
Great writing, would love to see some photos to go along this part 2 adventure.
Thanks for your support bros. I can’t promise the photos but will see what I can do. If I do post, they will be heavily edited and censored..
In the meantime, I’m slowly recalling my story..
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*Phone alarm rings*
It was 7am. I usually get up with my gf to help prepare breakfast for us while she washes up to get ready for work. This morning is special.. S will be joining us for breakfast and then the both of them will be heading off to work.
My gf stumbled to the toilet while I calmly walked to my hiding spot to trigger the toilet cam remotes. Just in time, S opened her door. We greeted each other.
In that brief moment I tried to look for signs of her being braless. She was wearing a thick black t-shirt but one thing gave her bralessness away: her tit protrusions look smaller and pointier. Normally, her tits would look rounder with a bra providing support and coverage of her nipples. I still couldn’t spot nipple pokies.. but I was quite sure she was braless.
*Thump Thump* My heart started to beat faster.
S stepped into the toilet and closed the door. I tried to calm myself from all my intrusive thoughts and focussed on preparing breakfast.
Eventually my gf and S got ready and came out of their rooms. S was again wearing a plain shirt and pants. As S approached me, I swear I could almost see through her clothes to her innocent yet lovely girl-next-door figure. I could almost taste and smell her pussy. My mind was hopelessly running wild..
During the breakfast, it was torture for me to hold back and act as normal as possible, knowing that I will end off my perverted session today with a huge unloading of my balls. While I was struggling to keep my perverted self from coming out, I noticed S seem to be happier than she was the past few days. That gave me some relief to my worries about her issues.. and distracted me a little from my perverted self.
It felt so fast. We finished our food and they left me alone in the house. I took my time to put the dishes in the sink, and then slowly went to my laptop to download the latest videos from the room cam (last night till this morning). These are the least risky actions to take first, in case they forget something and decide to come back. Last thing I want is to be caught with my cock in my hand and S’s panties in the other.
Being efficient, I decided not to download the videos from late last night when S was sleeping. There was no night vision feature on the cam anyway.. so no point in spending time downloading.
The room videos from the weekend have all been loaded into my PC. This and the shower videos that I will retrieve later will be food for my little head to release..
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I took a deep breath and step into S’s room. It was still very empty except for her suitcase, a portable wardrobe and laundry basket. We also had a simple bench that she used as a table, and a dining chair we pulled from the dining area.
I could smell S’s scent in the air. Her windows were closed.. trapping in her smell from last night. I turned on the fan and lights and then headed towards her laundry basket to claim my prize.
It was half full of her dirty clothes. I was pleased.. she has let down her guard completely. How lucky am I to encounter a girl that is not paranoid and very trusting of guys? I wondered if most girls are always aware of their personal belongings being abused by perverts.. or at least are very insecure about their intimate clothing being seen.
I flipped the cover open, careful to not disturb anything that she might notice. Inside were some t-shirts and shorts and her work clothes from last Friday. I squat down and put my head inside the basket to have a good smell, taking a deep breath to enjoy S’s scent. It smelt very slightly musty, but it was generally good. There was her a sweet smell, probably a lotion or soap she uses. I’m glad she doesn’t use perfume. Only her simple raw sweet smell was there.
I could feel my heart beating harder..
Next was a bit tricky. Her bra and panties were just under a layer of her t-shirt and shorts. I opened my camera on my phone and took photos of the clothes in the basket as I slowly lifted them out and put them on the floor, trying my best to keep the wrinkling and shape undisturbed.
I was prepared. Prepared to make sure S has no idea that a pervert has gone through her dirty clothes. The photos will allow me to put her clothes back into the basket the same way as much as possible..
I fish out a simple soft grey bra and a blue panties, then slowly put the rest of the dirty clothes back. I was not going to enjoy her underwear in her room.. in case someone suddenly come back home without warning.
By now my laptop has finished downloading the latest videos from the room cam. Hands shaking, I quickly set them to transfer to my PC, and then went into the toilet to pull the SD cards out. I am now only just 10 minutes away from pervert heaven..
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The green bar on the file copy window steadily approached 100%. I pulled my shorts open to check my cock.
I had soaked through my underwear..
I returned the SD cards to their respective cams in the toilet, grabbed a bunch of toilet paper and went back to my seat.
As usual, I had a emergency plan if somebody suddenly comes back home. My backpack was open and ready by the side of my table for me to quickly hide S’s underwear. I also had a few work windows open on my PC so I can act as if I was working from home. I took a good look at my surroundings to rehearse my escape plan, just in case. Satisfied, I proceeded to wake my didi up.
I flipped open S’s panties to have a good look at the gusseted crotch area. Thank the pervert gods.. S left a nice present for me. There was a nice streak of discharge stain for my enjoyment. I looked at it closely to take mental pics of her stained panties and to remember this very moment.
What I had in my hand was S’s very private article of clothing, stained with her essence. Although I had a chance to smell her panties before, this was the first time I could play with it without fear of getting caught. I touched and felt the stain on the old, worn out gusset area.. and then brought it right up to my nose. Without hesitation, I took a slow, deep breath.
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The green bar on the file copy window steadily approached 100%. I pulled my shorts open to check my cock.
I had soaked through my underwear..
I returned the SD cards to their respective cams in the toilet, grabbed a bunch of toilet paper and went back to my seat.
As usual, I had a emergency plan if somebody suddenly comes back home. My backpack was open and ready by the side of my table for me to quickly hide S’s underwear. I also had a few work windows open on my PC so I can act as if I was working from home. I took a good look at my surroundings to rehearse my escape plan, just in case. Satisfied, I proceeded to wake my didi up.
I flipped open S’s panties to have a good look at the gusseted crotch area. Thank the pervert gods.. S left a nice present for me. There was a nice streak of discharge stain for my enjoyment. I looked at it closely to take mental pics of her stained panties and to remember this very moment.
What I had in my hand was S’s very private article of clothing, stained with her essence. Although I had a chance to smell her panties before, this was the first time I could play with it without fear of getting caught. I touched and felt the stain on the old, worn out gusset area.. and then brought it right up to my nose. Without hesitation, I took a slow, deep breath.
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S’s pussy odor was heaven..
You may ask, how good can it be?
It wasn’t just any pussy, it was S’s pussy. The experience is subjective.. as long as it isn’t a rotting fishy smell that makes you want to vomit, it’s a huge turn on to smell and taste your friends most intimate part. Let’s face it, it’s not going to smell like flowers, and it smelling good is not the reason why we perverts like to smell underwear.
It’s a complicated set of feelings about the act of sniffing her pussy scent that motivates us. Firstly, to be able to discover how her pussy smells, a body part that provides pleasure to a man and herself, is a big intrusion of her privacy. It is something that perhaps only her partner will get to know exclusively.. and yet I have gotten access to it.
Second, it is a great source of her insecurity. As I have asked, how good can it be? No normal person would like to smell “dirty” places like the armpits or the crotch. She wouldn’t want to let people know what kind of smell her pussy is like. The more shy she is (probably is), the more excited I get..
Third, I can put a face, or rather, a person I know, to the smell. It’s related to the concept of “voyeuring your friend is more shiok than voyeuring a random girl”. It feels more real and more personal.
Now, back to the story.
S’s pussy smelled a bit stronger than before, starting to override her urine smell. I slowly took in the feels.. thinking about her body, her looks and her personality and then trying to match them to her pussy essence. I imagined her pussy rubbing against the panties, her slit opening and exposing her inner lips to the fabric as she squats down, her vagina slowly discharging her juices into it..
Fuck. It was good. This was my first time perving on a friend’s panties in a safe space without worry. I let my thoughts continue to run wild as a sniffed across the rest of the panties, trying to catch every scent she might have left on them.
Then, satisfied with her smell, I let my wet cock rub against the stain, letting my juices mix with hers. I swear I could almost feel her pussy flesh against my cock. This was as close as I can get to S sexually without actually doing it. Our juices mixed as one, and she will be none the wiser.. I wondered how she would react if she knew her good friend’s cock has experienced her juices..
My cock was so stimulated it kept releasing small amounts of precum, wetting her panties. I decided to stop and then moved on to her bra.
Her cute bra had no smell in comparison. S didn’t have any body odor.. in fact I could detect a faint smell of detergent. Fucking sweet S.
Just to not miss out, I made sure to take slow deep breaths where the underside of her boobs and her nipples would touch the fabric. As I did that, I replayed my memories of S’s dark brown nips perking from her sweet B cups..
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S’s pussy odor was heaven..
You may ask, how good can it be?
It wasn’t just any pussy, it was S’s pussy. The experience is subjective.. as long as it isn’t a rotting fishy smell that makes you want to vomit, it’s a huge turn on to smell and taste your friends most intimate part. Let’s face it, it’s not going to smell like flowers, and it smelling good is not the reason why we perverts like to smell underwear.
It’s a complicated set of feelings about the act of sniffing her pussy scent that motivates us. Firstly, to be able to discover how her pussy smells, a body part that provides pleasure to a man and herself, is a big intrusion of her privacy. It is something that perhaps only her partner will get to know exclusively.. and yet I have gotten access to it.
Second, it is a great source of her insecurity. As I have asked, how good can it be? No normal person would like to smell “dirty” places like the armpits or the crotch. She wouldn’t want to let people know what kind of smell her pussy is like. The more shy she is (probably is), the more excited I get..
Third, I can put a face, or rather, a person I know, to the smell. It’s related to the concept of “voyeuring your friend is more shiok than voyeuring a random girl”. It feels more real and more personal.
Now, back to the story.
S’s pussy smelled a bit stronger than before, starting to override her urine smell. I slowly took in the feels.. thinking about her body, her looks and her personality and then trying to match them to her pussy essence. I imagined her pussy rubbing against the panties, her slit opening and exposing her inner lips to the fabric as she squats down, her vagina slowly discharging her juices into it..
Fuck. It was good. This was my first time perving on a friend’s panties in a safe space without worry. I let my thoughts continue to run wild as a sniffed across the rest of the panties, trying to catch every scent she might have left on them.
Then, satisfied with her smell, I let my wet cock rub against the stain, letting my juices mix with hers. I swear I could almost feel her pussy flesh against my cock. This was as close as I can get to S sexually without actually doing it. Our juices mixed as one, and she will be none the wiser.. I wondered how she would react if she knew her good friend’s cock has experienced her juices..
My cock was so stimulated it kept releasing small amounts of precum, wetting her panties. I decided to stop and then moved on to her bra.
Her cute bra had no smell in comparison. S didn’t have any body odor.. in fact I could detect a faint smell of detergent. Fucking sweet S.
Just to not miss out, I made sure to take slow deep breaths where the underside of her boobs and her nipples would touch the fabric. As I did that, I replayed my memories of S’s dark brown nips perking from her sweet B cups..
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