His face flushed a bit and his eye gave a nervous twitch. “I’m definitely gonna need to cool off, I feel so…sticky,” I continued, stressing the last word.
He finally looked over at me. I had to pretend not to be disgusted by his leer. “I bet,” he grinned. “I’m suddenly feeling a bit flushed myself.”
I fake smiled back. “Well maybe we can cool off in the pool later,” I said.
Without waiting for a response, I picked up my phone and pretended to scroll as I ate and drank. What I was really doing was pointing my camera at him.
With me safely “distracted” by my phone, he was now openly staring at me. My legs were spread just enough that I was sure he could see my panties under my shirt. I opened them a little further, wanting him to see the final lure.
Before I’d come down, I’d splashed a little water on the crotch, just enough to leave a visible wet spot. When I saw his eyes widen, I knew he’d spotted it.
The sick pervert reached down and adjusted himself under his robe.
The trap now fully set, I finished my breakfast and stood with one last revealing stretch. “Ya know what? I think I’m just gonna head upstairs and strip out of these sweaty clothes and go straight to the pool. You gonna join me?”
“Perhaps…later,” he stammered, giving me the response I’d hoped for. “I have something that requires my….attention, that I must handle first.”
I had him. I just knew it. “Okay, well, see ya,” I said cheerfully, then headed upstairs.
My heart was pounding when I closed my bedroom door.
I turned on the webcam, then opened the app on my phone. Then I adjusted the camera until I was sure it would capture everything properly.
Now I truly was sweating as I peeled off my top, then my panties. I took a sniff of them. I’d worn them all night, and although I hadn’t been as warm as I’d told him, I thought they had enough of my scent on them to pique his interest. Still, to be sure, I rubbed them around my now damp armpits, and then, reluctantly, over my pussy several times. None of this was the least bit arousing, but I tried to stimulate myself enough to add some extra scent to them. I needed him to want to steal them.
Satisfied that they were smelly enough, I tossed them on the bed with a deliberate casualness, wanting them plainly visible to the camera and to anyone walking past my door.
I quickly dressed in my green one piece suit. I’d considered the bikini, but at this point, I wanted Dick more interested in what I HAD been wearing than what I currently was.
I took several deep breaths to calm my nerves. Then, after a final check to make sure the camera was well hidden, I headed back downstairs, making sure to leave my bedroom door wide open.
I already had my sunglasses on as I passed by Dick, still at the counter, and walked out the patio doors. I didn’t want to make eye contact with him for fear he’d see something in them that might give away my plan.
I didn’t bother with suntan lotion as I wasn’t planning on staying in the sun long, depending on how this went.
I was trying not to tremble as I sat in the pool chair and pulled up the webcam app on my phone, then simply waited.
I could see Dick in the kitchen through the glass doors, looking out at me. Why was he still just SITTING there?
Several minutes went by, and he never moved. Maybe this wasn’t going to work.
Then I understood what he was waiting for.
I put my phone down and rested my head back, turning away so I was no longer looking in his direction.
I slumped down a bit as I pretended to doze off.
Several more minutes went by, interminably slow, before it finally happened: my security app pinged an alert.
Quickly grabbing my phone, I checked the app. It was already recording.
I could see Dick clearly, standing in my bedroom doorway, staring into my room.
He remained there a moment, looking back down the hall, then boldly walked in. Approaching my bed, he reached out for the panties, then stopped, looking suddenly doubtful. Straightening, he crossed the bedroom and, almost too late, I realized where he was headed.
I quickly lowered my phone and returned to my slouched position, just in time to see him peek out my bedroom window. My sunglasses were still on so he couldn’t tell I was looking at him, and I remained perfectly still, pretending to sleep. He stood there motionless for several seconds until, satisfied I was asleep, he disappeared.
I waited a few more seconds before checking my phone again.
Dick was now seated on my bed, holding my panties in his hand, looking at them with a mix of fascination and lust. He was facing the webcam directly, and his bathrobe hung open loosely, showing his hairy, flabby chest.
I wanted to puke as I watched him take a sniff of my panties, his eyes rolling back, the camera mic picking up his sigh.
“Oh, Jenna,” he moaned, “you dirty little girl.” Suddenly his hand disappeared inside his robe.
The son of a bitch was touching himself!
I couldn’t believe it. I was hoping to simply catch him on video stealing my panties, but I never would have believed he had the balls to actually masturbate IN MY ROOM while smelling them!
Enraged, I jumped up and headed inside. I crept up the stairs as quietly as I could. He was moaning loudly as I approached my room.
Dick was holding my panties to his nose with one hand, his tiny, swollen purple dick with his other, jerking away merrily, as I stepped into the doorway.
“Gotcha, you bastard.”
Dick jumped when he heard my voice. His head jerked in my direction and his eyes went wide with terror. Then suddenly he was gasping uncontrollably. He must have been close when I walked in and unable to hold it back. His dick began spurting cum all over my carpet.
“You sick freak,” I growled. “Just wait til my mother finds out about this.”
He stood, still holding my panties, and to my disgust made no attempt to cover himself up. His now limp dick was still dripping. “Your mother won’t believe you,” he sneered, looking smug. “You know this. Tell her anything you want, I’ll deny it. She thinks you’re jealous and just want to get rid of me. She’ll take my word over yours.”
“Not after she sees the video,” I snapped, holding up my phone so he could see himself in the webcam recording. “Say cheese, asshole.”
He looked at my phone, then over to my desk where the camera was hidden, then to me. “You set me up? You little bitch!” He ran to the desk, found the camera, and yanked the wire loose. My phone screen went dark as the feed cut off.
“Too late,” I said. “I recorded the whole thing.” He made as if to lunge for my phone and I pulled back, frightened but determined. “Smashing my phone won’t help. It’s uploaded online already. I can share it with whoever I want. And the first person who gets a copy is my mother!”
I turned and ran into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door.
Dick was already pounding on it. “Open this door, you little cunt! Open it right now or I’ll break it!”
Terrified, I started video recording on my phone. Then I yelled back, “Go away, Dick! Leave me alone right now or I’ll call the cops!”
He howled in rage, his fists slamming against the wood in a fury. “Open the door, you fucking bitch! If I have to break it down, you’re gonna regret it!”