Saturday morning.

As usual I had nothing to do all weekend. I was probably going to spend my time doing what I do most weekends, rubbing my sissy clit in a pair of my large collection of panties. Only one thing was standing in my way, my female housemate was still home. I waited and waited trying to keep my mind busy. However, I was finding it difficult to think about anything else.

This was made by difficult by what she was wearing. A pair of skin tight black leggings. Everytime she bent over on front of me I could clearly see a pair of french knickers through the fabric. She finally grabbed her boots and sat down on the sofa. As she tied the laces I couldn’t help but admire her camel toe. She said her goodbyes and left. As soon as the front door clicked shut I went up stairs and pulled the suitcase I “hid” from under my bed. I sleep most nights in a pair of panties, but Saturdays were when I got the chance to dress fully.

I decided on panties first, I decided on a pair of pink satin. I love how they felt, I wore them a lot on Saturdays as I also had a matching bra. I didn’t take me long to choose the next item, a pair of black leggings. I had purchased these about a week after my housemate did. I completed the look with a black hoodie I had purchased on the internet. On the front it had a picture of a pair of pink knickers with the slogan “I wear pink panties”

I stood in front of the tall mirror I kept in my bedroom. I sissy clit started to rise. I always try resist rubbing as long as possible, I love the feeling of it twitching against the soft fabric. A small blob of precum started to seep through my leggings.

I started stroking myself up and down with a single finger. I couldn’t stop thinking about the outline of those french knickers my housemate was wearing. I couldn’t resist, as I had done a number of times now I made my way into her room. She wasn’t the tidiest of people and I found her underwear draw already open. I slowly inspected the draw and was quickly drawn to to what I though was another pair of french knickers at the back. I tried to pull them out carefully, but as I removed them a number of bras and panties fell on the floor. I didn’t care, I started to slowly stroke the bulge in my leggings with the soft fabric of the french knickers as the sticky wet spot got bigger.

All of a sudden I heard the noise downstairs. My housemate was back. I realised I had forgotten to double lock the front door. I went to run out of the room when I remembered about all the items on the floor. I quickly tried to remember how they were placed. Normally she always went to the downstairs bathroom first when she I got home.

To my horror I heard her run up the stairs. The door quickly swung open. Our eyes quickly met.