I’ve got a confession, and it's something I’ve never told anyone until now. It all started during a visit to one of my relatives house.

Her name was Rekha, We always had a more friendly relationship. She was the kind of woman who could turn heads without even trying—long, flowing hair, a figure that filled out her sarees perfectly, and an air of confidence that made her irresistible. I’d always been intrigued by her, but I never imagined I’d find myself in the situation that unfolded that day.

I had been at her house for a family get-together. It was one of those typical, boring afternoons where everyone was making small talk and pretending to care about the latest family gossip. I excused myself to use the washroom, Little did I know, that trip to the washroom would change everything.

As I stepped inside, I noticed a small laundry basket tucked in the corner. It was filled with clothes, but what caught my eye was something far more enticing—a delicate, lacey bra and panty set, clearly recently worn.

My mind raced, imagining Rekha wearing those very pieces, her body perfectly hugged by the soft fabric. It was wrong, I knew it, but the temptation was too strong. As I reached for the bra, feeling the material between my fingers. It was still warm, carrying a hint of her scent, and I could feel my heart racing, my blood pounding in my veins.

I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help myself. I brought the bra to my nose, inhaling deeply, the intoxicating aroma of her lingering perfume mixed with something more primal. It was a sensory overload, a forbidden indulgence that pushed all my buttons in just the right way.

The panty was next. I picked it up running my fingers over the fabric, I pressed the panty to my face, tasting her essence on my lips, the salty-sweet flavor igniting a fire inside me that demanded release.

I couldn’t resist any longer. I unzipped my pants, my cock already hard and aching, and began to stroke myself, the sensations heightened by the illicit nature of what I was doing. My mind was filled with images of Rekha, imagining her undressing, slipping out of these very undergarments, her body a temple of pure temptation.

I imagined her walking in on me, catching me in the act, her initial horror giving way to curiosity and then desire. I pictured her joining me, taking charge as she guided my hands over her body, the boundaries of our relationship dissolving in the heat of the moment.

As I stroked faster, the need to release became overwhelming. I fisted her panty in my hand, feeling the dampness against my palm, and with a final groan, I came hard, spilling my seed over the delicate bra.

But it didn’t end there. The thrill of what I’d just done, combined with the lingering scent of her, reignited the fire almost immediately. I continued to stroke myself, feeling the sticky mess of my own making, lost in the haze of raw, animalistic need.

The second time was even more intense, my senses on high alert as I licked the remnants of her essence from the panty, savoring the taste as I brought myself to another explosive climax. My body shook with the pressure of it, When I finally came back to my senses, reality hit me like a cold splash of water. I stood there, staring at the mess I’d made, the bra and panty now stained and marked by my own hand.

I cleaned up myself, but left the cum-stained bra and panty in the laundry basket, I wanted her to find it, to see the evidence of what I'd done, and wonder who had dared to violate her most private possessions.

As I left the washroom, my heart was still racing, my mind replaying the sinful indulgence over and over.

The rest of the visit passed in a blur, my senses heightened, aware of Rekha moving around the house, her presence a constant reminder of the forbidden encounter that had taken place. She seemed none the wiser, her smile as bright and genuine as ever, oblivious to the fact that I’d just crossed a line that could never be uncrossed.

It was a secret I’d carry with me, a dirty, delicious memory that would fuel my fantasies for days to come. The sweet, innocent Rekha, with her perfectly maintained facade, would never know the power she held over me, nor the depths of depravity I’d sunk to in pursuit of my own pleasure.

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