Several hours later, I woke up feeling refreshed, but depressed. I knew Mrs. Bellker was gone, and I knew that Candace had split, taking a sizeable portion of my CD collection with her. Faced with no future and just enough rent money to pay for my place for two, maybe three months at the most, I was panicked.
I rolled over in my bed, and saw that Mrs. Bellker had left me a package. I opened the note, my second in as many days.
Honey,
I knew it would be impossible to say goodbye to your face, so I waited until you were unconscious to leave. You have made me feel young again. I knew from the first time you entered my body that we had something special.
I haven't slept with anyone but you since that night. My husband hasn't had sex with me in almost two years, and it's not likely to change soon. You have been a special part of my life and I don't want you to forget it. Please accept this pair of panties as a way to remember me. Also, enclosed is the only set of keys to "the room." Use them wisely. The money is because you're worth every penny.
When we sold the apartment complex, we told the new owners that you and Todd worked for us and we had agreed to let you live there rent free. In the sales agreement, they signed off on allowing your unit to remain rent and utility free. I'm not sure how it slipped past them, but that bitch Sandy looked like she was going to burst a vein when she found out. Nice feeling to make someone's blood boil. You should know...you make mine boil.
I have to go. Our flight leaves in just about two hours. It's time to say goodbye.
Love, Mrs. B.
In the package was a pair of silk-and-lace panties, $1500 cash and two keys. I put the keys in my pocket and began to feel the texture of the panties between my fingers. They were moist, slick and very satiny. I pulled the panties to my nose, a reflex since the night I met Candace. The panties smelled like Mrs. Bellker's beautiful, tart pussy, and slightly of perfume. I breathed deeply, taking in the sensual pleasures of the scent of a woman's twat. I felt myself grow faint as my cock began to swell. I reached down and imagined Mrs. Bellker's hand grabbing the shaft of my cock.
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Later in the evening, when the snobby office staff provided by the new owners had all left, I crept into the laundry room, and to "the room."