Panties Erotic Flash Fiction

She told herself she could still turn around. Drive away. Stop this madness. Her panties were already damp when she rang the bell.

Personal Trainer Part 4: Double Life, by Mia Sumner

She woke early, eyes open, instantly awake. A glance to the side confirmed that in ten minutes her alarm would go off. She needed to be in Alex’s apartment in ninety minutes, dressed appropriately. That instruction had been weighing on her all week. Sliding out of bed, careful not to disturb the still sleeping Richard, she put her bare feet on the carpeted floor and walked over to the closet, wondering what exactly Alex wanted her to wear.

“Come back to bed babe.” Richard mumbled. Kathy glanced over her shoulder, but he hadn’t opened his eyes.

“I have an early appointment, go back to sleep honey.” It wasn’t entirely a lie, but it twisted her stomach anyway. Richard turned over, mumbling something she couldn’t make out. Guilt twisted into sadness at his disinterest.

She dressed quickly, pulling on fitted athletic leggings, darker and slimmer than her usual gym gear and just a cropped fitted top over her sports bra. It felt revealing. So fitted, nothing hidden underneath. Her office clothes went into a bag that she slung into the passenger seat. She was out of the house in under thirty minutes…

The file came from an unknown number with a text that simply said “listen”. Of course, Kathy ignored it. And the file that came the next day. And the next.

And then on day 15, no chime from her phone. Kathy checked and checked, but no message appeared. For a moment she considered responding to the last message, asking who this was, asking why they had stopped. She quickly rejected the idea, she would not be encouraging this stranger to send more.

Day 16. No message.

Day 17. Silence. The previous messages still there on the phone. Her curiosity growing. Perhaps, it wouldn’t hurt to play just one? The antivirus app said the files were harmless after all.

Popping in her ear buds, Kathy played the audio file. It wasn’t some sort of advert, as she had assumed. It wasn’t words at all, just muffled sounds. Kathy listened for several seconds before the unmistakable sound of a woman’s moan brought everything into sharp focus and her heart sped up. She was listening to someone masturbating…

Your dirty little secret.

How many pairs of panties have you stolen at this point? Dozen’s? More? Can you even count? How many from your friends? At sleepovers? When visiting?

Ever since you were a teenager and wanted to take one quick sniff. The scent tickling your nostrils and invading your brain. Your pussy, so wet afterward. You just had to go rub, even though you were too scared to take the panties with you…