This is how I gained a new perspective regarding one’s sexuality. This is the first part of a rather long 2 years of my life.
To begin, I have to go back to the late 1990s. I was a 19-year-old sexually repressed teen, and I had just traveled to London to join a prestigious Culinary Arts program. I was an introvert at this point in my life. I was neither attractive nor did I do things that attracted the opposite sex.
When I moved to London, it was really difficult. The only person I knew was a woman, Sneha. She was friends with my aunt, and I had spoken to her on the phone once. She was my only point of contact there. She had arranged for my accommodation in the same apartment building as her.
When I finally met her, she told me I was to live in her apartment. She said she could use the rent money and she would give me a discount if I cooked for her. She told me this was very normal in England. She told me she hadn’t told anyone back home, fearing the taboo.
So that’s how life began in London for me. My classes got over in the afternoon. I would work in a local Chinese restaurant for the money and experience. I would normally bring food for the both of us.
Sneha was an architect, so she’d come home late too, so we’d eat dinner together. She was kind. She introduced me to a few of her friends and tried to set me up with a few. Most importantly, she introduced me to the party lifestyle. She slowly brought me out of her shell.
She had a string of boyfriends, none of which lasted more than a few weeks. She often brought them up to the flat. Sometimes she’d warn me. Sometimes I would listen to them and jerk off. The walls in buildings there aren’t as thick as it is here. I could hear everything.
The first time it happened, I couldn’t look at Sneha for a few days. She teased me about it. She’d tell me if I didn’t find someone for myself, she’d pay for someone to shag me.
Somewhere along with the double-meaning jokes, I started seeing her as a sex object. I would get erections looking at her thighs in shorts. When she went on dates, she’d ask me to zip her up. I would masturbate thinking of her bareback.
Since we shared a bathroom, more often than not, I’d find her dirty underwear. Her panties always had a stain on them, white in color, the sight of which would always turn me on.
I would smell them and lick them whenever the stain was big enough. The taste in itself was intoxicating. I was masturbating, thinking of her a lot.
I remember very specifically, it was the summer of 2000. The two of us were watching Pierce Brosnan’s ‘The World is Not Enough’ on VHS. There was popcorn and snacks and a whole lot of beer.
Spoilers, there’s a scene towards the end when the female villain tried to torture bond while sitting on his lap, straddling and kissing him. This gave me an erection.
Sneha noticed my struggle to hide it and laughed and told me this is why I should get laid. In the process of helping me cover my boner with a pillow, she accidentally touched my cock for a fraction of a second.
It was an awkward moment, and Sneha had the skill of making things even more awkward. “That is rock hard, man! You should do something about it!” she joked. I ignored her and continued to try and watch the movie.
But my mind was replaying her touching my cock. Later in the night, she went to her room. I went to the bathroom and took her underwear, and jerked off, thinking about her bareback, side boobs, shorts and everything I’ve noticed about her.
As I started to clean up, she banged on the door and shouted, “James Bond, better not cum on my things!’
I knew I was caught. I told her to wait a minute, cleaned up as fast as possible, and opened the door. She was standing right outside, grinning like a maniac from ear to ear. I chose to ignore her and walked sheepishly to the kitchen for a glass of water.
She came out holding her green panty and asked, ‘Chetan, did you cum on my panty, or did you use my panty to cum?” My heart came out through my mouth, and I knew I was caught. She looked at me for a moment, and I hung my head in shame.
She went back into the bathroom and walked back to my room. I heard her walk out of the bathroom. A few seconds later, she barged into my room. I was expecting a tight slap. Instead, she asked me when I’d been doing it.
I remained silent and then told her about my smelling her underwear the last few months. She asked me if I ever came on it. I said, “I once did, and I put it in the washing machine myself before putting it back in your room.”
She told me it was normal, but she told me that she felt violated that I did that. I was disappointed in myself, and I apologized for the same. She left for her room, and I felt like shit.
But she returned in less than a minute and held out a closed hand like she wanted to give me something. I held out my hand, and she dropped something light into my hand. It took me a second to realize that it was a dark cloth.
I straightened it to realize it was her panties. I looked up at her, and she was grinning again, and she said, “Now you have my permission. When you return it, make sure I get something to taste too.” She immediately went back to her room.
I looked at the dark blue panty, the thin fabric. It was warm and a little wet in the pussy region. She was just wearing it! My little man was up, even though I had just jacked off. I started jerking off immediately.
I smelled her panty. Her musky smell remained on it. Before it dried off, I licked the wet patch on it well. It tasted salty and sweet at the same time. My cock was hurting, but it didn’t matter. Today, I was tasting pussy!
I came so hard that I saw stars for a second. I used her panty to wipe myself. I didn’t bother dressing up. I just slept off with her panties right next to me.