Taylor had just moved into her new place. It wasn't big, but it was close to both school and weekend job, and it had a spectacular view over the park. And a kitchen where you could actually prepare a meal. And an elevator. So she liked it. The neighbors seemed nice too. At least nice enough to say hello when they saw her moving in.
Two male friends of hers helped her carry the heavy stuff, and late that Sunday afternoon she had boxes all over the flat, and after a pizza together the friends left her. In the evening she had got the furniture where she wanted it and had unpacked enough to survive the next day. And she was tired, so she went to bed and fell asleep directly.
Next morning she didn't really know where she was when she woke up. But then she remembered. She is in her new apartment. So she got up, found some clothes and got dressed. But when she took the old clothes to put them in the laundry bag, one of the socks was wet!
Not the whole sock, but down at the toes and half the foot is soaking wet. And. When you smell at it. It is cum! Had some guy been in her room and jerked off in her sock?! She checked the door. Locked. And the windows. Locked. And besides it's on fourth floor! You would need a looooong ladder. She put the clothes in the laundry after smelling that sock one more time.
She had some breakfast and then she went to school. In school, she started getting second thoughts, Maybe she just tripped in some water yesterday and forgot about it. Or in something she spilled on the floor. And that smell of cum? Probably just wishful thinking.
When she came home, she went directly to the laundry and picked up that sock. It's stiff and hard now. And it smells something. Like cum? Naaah. Not really. It's probably just all in her head. She did have a stressful time lately, with moving and all that.
But when she went to bed that night, she did check that her socks are dry, and she noticed exactly how she put them. Close beside each other, but not touching each other. She also piled up two chairs against the bedroom door, just to be sure. She looked at the chairs before she fell asleep. No one will be able to open that door without waking her up.
But still. The first thing she did when she woke up was looking at those chairs. They are exactly the same. Then she looked at the socks. They had been moved! One is now laying on top of the other! Her hand is shaking a bit when she let her fingers touch the top sock. It is wet. She pulled her hand back, smelled her fingers, and she recognized the distinct smell of cum.
She quickly put new clothes on. Then she searched the closet for any hidden door. Then the rest of that wall, as that is the wall bordering to the neighbor. But then she remembered seeing that neighbor when she moved in. It is a girl in her thirties. But maybe she has a kinky boyfriend? Taylor skipped breakfast that day. She wasn't hungry, and all that investigation took too long time.
When she came home, she saw the neighbor opening her door just as she put the key into her door. She said hey and started talking a bit. No, the neighbor is single and isn't really looking for anything at the moment.
"Unless you know someone, haha?"
Then she started talking about the guy living in the flat before Taylor.
