Grab the wet panties

You grab the wet panties as you strip your pants off, then wrap them around your already hard cock. You walk back over to your bed, lie down, and begin to stroke. Thoughts of my Mandy’s tits dominate your mind as you masturbate. You’d gotten quite the eyeful a moment ago to fuel your fantasy.

“Sorry, I forgot,” you hear as you see the door begin to open. Your eyes shoot open and make direct contact with Mandy’s. Her bright blue eyes look wider than ever.

“Mandy! What-” you manage to gasp, and then you cum. It is the most intense orgasm of your life up until that point. It must last almost fifteen seconds, which you spend with your mouth hanging open, looking at Mandy’s face, unloading huge amounts of cum into the white cloth around your cock.

“I ... oh ... I ... sorry!” You suddenly hear Mandy mumble as the door slams shut.

You fall back onto your bed, hand leaving your dick, which is still rock hard, even after shooting that huge load. “Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck,” you think. You have no idea what to say to her, and what’s worse, all you can think of at that moment is masturbating again. You look at the panties, which are essentially just one giant cumstain at this point. Not really knowing what to do with them, you throw them back on top of her wet clothes.

You decide to take care of your erection first, as so much adrenaline is pumping through you that you can hardly think. When you aren’t able to cum after 5-10 minutes, you start to get nervous. You know you’ll have to talk to Mandy any moment now, and how creepy would it look if you did it was a giant hard-on?

You decide that your situation can’t get any worse and open Mandy’s suitcase. You fish out a pair of pale pink panties and begin to stroke them against your cock. You don’t cum nearly as much as you did earlier, but it is still a sizeable load, and it shares some of the intensity of before. You hide this pair in a drawer in your side room, get dressed, then sit down to wait.

A few minutes later, you hear a quiet tap on the door.“It’s safe.” You yell, still sitting on your bed.

Mandy opens the door, and while staring directly at the floor, she makes her way to her side of the room, disappearing behind the divider. You hear some shuffling, and finally, she lets out a huge sigh and says, “well, I guess we need to talk.”

You stand up and walk over to her bed, staring at the floor.

“Okay,” you say. “Let me try to explain myself. We are both adults, right?”

She laughs. “No kidding. Come on, just tell me what you’re thinking. Can you not just wait to do that for like two days while we get this room thing figured out? Are you that much of a horn-ball”

You realize what you say next can change your entire relationship if that’s what you call this situation.