It’s 3 am, and you find yourself alone in the restroom, the silence only broken by the hum of the fluorescent lights above. Everyone else is either asleep or passed out, oblivious to your presence. You’re feeling pretty buzzed, the alcohol coursing through your veins with a solid 8 out of 10 intensity. Your vision is slightly off, and everything feels like a dream.

As you reach into your jeans pocket, your fingers brush against the soft, shiny fabric of the red panties you stole from your buddy’s girlfriend’s dresser earlier that evening. You can’t help but feel a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of guilt. You begin to untangle the ball of straps, carefully laying out the panties on your palms.

The tag on the front side of the thong catches your attention - Victoria’s Secret, Very Sexy, Size M, V-String, made from a polyamide blend with nylon. You take a moment to appreciate the smooth fabric, the way it seems to stretch effortlessly, and the shine that catches the light. Your heart beats faster as you inspect every detail, from the narrow elastic straps to the small cotton triangle gusset. The panties look worn in, and you can’t help but wonder what they’d be like if they were dirty, stained with Steph’s sweet scent.

You bring the clean gusset to your nose, inhaling deeply, and your mind wanders back to Steph from earlier that evening. You imagine your bare cock pressing against her tight black yoga pants, the things you’d do to her. The thought sends a shiver down your spine, and you feel your penis stir, swelling slightly.

As you hear a sound outside the restroom, you freeze, your heart pounding in your chest. You listen intently, but the noise doesn’t repeat, and you assume it’s just the dog. Your penis, however, has retreated, frightened by the sudden interruption.

You quickly drop your pants and boxer briefs, holding out the panties to ensure you have them the right way around. You slide them on, feeling the smooth fabric envelop your skin, and push your soft penis down, tucking it into the thong. The fabric rides up between your cheeks as you squat down, adjusting the fit to a more relaxed position.

Your heart is still racing as you look into the mirror. The thong fits almost perfectly, except for the front, which dips down lower due to your bulge. You twist to see the back, the T-shaped elastic design sitting above your crack, the bottom of the ‘T’ disappearing down your crack. You grab your phone and start taking photos, posing in different ways, careful to avoid capturing your face.

As you finish your photoshoot, you wonder what’s next. Should you go back to the couch and sleep in the panties, imagining what it’d be like to wake up with a major hard-on, or worse, passing out and getting caught by Steph? The thought sends a shiver down your spine, and you start to fantasize about Steph entering the bathroom.

You reach down and rub your bulge, feeling the smooth fabric of the panties. Your penis swells more, your curved shaft becoming harder, the panties stretching effortlessly. You caress your balls with the tips of your fingers, imagining what it’d be like to have Steph’s pussy right there. Your precum seeps out through the fabric, and you smell it, rubbing your fingers together to feel the tackiness.