This part is based on true events occurring many years ago.
The new flatmate is a pretty young thing called Ashley. We had advertised for someone to share our home with us. The first few weeks we had received a few replies. A number of potential flatmates have visited but no one that special appeared. We were not looking for any couples but singles, male or female.
Then one day we had an application from a young lady. Her name was Ashley. She was very attractive and elegant. Julie appeared to like her. Ashley was down to earth and easy to talk to, attributes we were looking for. She was a little shy but appeared elegant and dressed upmarket. She seems to prefer skirts as opposed to dresses. But there was an air of someone who liked nice things. She wore jewellery and nice flashy shoes.
Ashley was a brunette. She was roughly 160cm tall, and she wore higher heels a lot of the time. She was slim and athletic in appearance. Ashley liked to wear those fake eyelashes, which enhanced her large pretty eyes.
We usually get a bond and driver license from a new flatmate. I note that she doesn't actually drive or have a car. And she was 23 years old. She later tells me she has attempted to get her full licence twice but failed each occasion. I did reassure her that she should not give up and at least attempt it again soon. In the meantime she was prepared to uses the buses as her current job was around 20mins by bus. We explained the bus routes to her and the whereabouts of the main shops. She was happy with our place as it was modern and upmarket, so it suited her taste. Plus the big attraction was she gets her own bathroom.
Although Ashley was rather attractive, it didn't bother Julie, my sexy Vietnamese girlfriend of 2 years. Julie herself was very good looking, slim and petite. She has been my dream lady. Our times together have always been rather hot. We have this fetish, we both enjoyed exhibitionism, which we have taken to extremes such as getting filmed professionally in the throngs of passion. Specifically engaging in mutual masturbation. However that's our little secret that we don't share with anyone in the house.
Today is Wednesday and Ashley was able to move in on Saturday. She didn't have many things. Probably a good thing and we had the room furnished for her. Her parents came and helped her with the shift.
After a couple of days we didn't see her. She didn't seem to like cooking much and she left early so she could catch the bus. She worked at a jewellery store which probably explains her liking for anything shiny. But we did find out she has a unusual liking for beef lasagna, which she would heat up in the microwave. I even asked her whether she liked chicken for a change. Her answer was she really liked beef. Oh well each to their own I thought. After the first week we casually checked her room. She was very tidy. Immaculate to say the least. Everything was in its correct position, like it hasn't been touched. A strong aroma of what appears to be apple shampoo lingers in the air or it may be a fruity perfume. She had framed insects and a large tarantula hanging from the wall.
One day she requested if her male friend named Dan could stay the night. We were OK with that. Actually I didn't realise she had a boyfriend or was in any relationship until that request came up. But it turned out it was an one off request. She was away a lot, so we assume there was a man in her life as often she was not home. We didn't ask so as not to appear nosey.
To be frank I liked her and as a typical male was interested in making sure everything was right with her. But my interest was a little deeper. I had discovered something personal of hers one day after she dropped some rubbish into the home rubbish bin outside. I was putting some rubbish out when a noticed a plastic bag with what appears to be a book or two. On inspection it contained her personal diary and some calendars plus miscellaneous pay slips. The calendars were of half naked firemen. So I promptly threw that away. However I retained her diary which I read its entirety. After reading it, I discovered some of her vulnerabilities. Although the diary entries were actually a few years old, she wrote a lot about lost love, the possibilities of rekindling that love and her hatred and disappointment in herself as a person. From her repetitive entries it appears she had low self-esteem and even wrote about suicide. I had discovered her vulnerabilities and now I find myself intrigued by her.
As I now 'know her", I found myself watching her movements more and a desire to find out what things she owned, liked, wore and used. As I said we regularly checked our shared flatmate's rooms to make sure they are clean and tidy and there is no damage anywhere. So I inspected her room this occasion. Again her room was immaculate. Again the pungent smell of apple shampoo or an air refresher lingered in the air. But I lingered through her clothing and looked under her mattress. I was a bit nervous going through her things but stopped short of checking every draw and cupboard. And I didn't want to hang around too long from fear of being caught out by an unexpected return. But I would time my inspection when I was alone and everyone had just left to work and on my day off. Nevertheless best to be cautious. My heart starts to beat fast, if I hung around too long. I guess I was trying to find out if Ashley had a vibrator or similar hidden somewhere so I can kind of fantasize about. And hence the presumption that she masturbated herself. The thought of watching her doing just that was rather arousing.
Weeks went past and her routine was the same. She had Wednesday off but worked late night on Thursdays. When she did come back, it was beef lasagna as usual, then back upstairs after warming it up. She rarely chatted. But when she did, she was sort of bubbly and interesting. Conversations were generally short but I still found her attractive and rather pretty.
The next occasion after she left early morning, I entered her room straight after hearing the front door lock as she left. This time her room was rather messy. This time her clothing laid strewn everywhere on the floor including her undies. In fact there was a few pairs of different styles and colors scattered everything. My heart beat fast as I inspect the interesting array. It honestly felt like I was in a garden of eden now. Amongst the clothing laid a few pairs of her unwashed dirty panties. My breathing sped up as I nervously picked up and examined her underwear. A couple were heavily stained with her smegma front and back. My god I was getting very hard. I touch the dried stain on the crotch feeling the texture and also the large stain on the opposing side of the panties.
I nervously placed it down and looked for a more fresher pair. I found another pair equally stained by her pussy and anus. I touched the stain and it felt moist. My mind raced. She probably wore this pair until this morning. By now I was so turned on. I brought the moist surface to my nostrils and inhaled the musky pungent odor. It smelt strongly of her urine and the fishy smell of her pussy lingered on the crotch. Tiny pubic hairs were embedded on the surface on close inspection. Aroused to the point of no return, I licked the moist surface to taste her. The salty astringent fishy taste lingered on my tongue. I went further and sucked on the stain, literally cleaning it from the fabric. Oh my god I am so horny now. I licked my lips to enjoy the after taste.
I decided I better go but with my mobile, took some nice photos of her undies before leaving. Just a small trophy for my time and a little memory of this encounter. By this time I was ready to wank myself. This time she definitely failed the tidy room test big time but I was more than happy to see how such an elegant young lady can also be surprisingly very untidy this time after keeping her room immaculate every other occasion.
I was now more interested on what else she may have. So on the next inspection, again her room was messy, with her clothing scattered on and off her bed. I wondered how she slept amongst the loose items. Her laptop was on her bed amongst other miscellaneous things. Again her dirty panties laid bare for all to see. She seem to like the frilly lingerie panties either pink, white or black. A pair was even heavy soiled by blood. And the white pairs were very stained. As before I looked for the freshest looking pair and inhaled her musky smell from the moist fabric then licking the surface clean.
I then looked under her bed and mattress. This time I found it. She did indeed use a vibrator. It was black in color and stained by her pussy juices. I held the instrument observing the dried creaminess on the plastic surface. I brought it my nose. Again I can smell her. Then I licked the surface clean. Her distinct flavour collects on my tongue as with her panties. By now I was ready to explode. I start to drift, fantasizing about her lying there on this very bed masturbating. I dream about watching her begin to strip, then begin masturbating herself, perhaps rubbing herself through her panties first then her clitoris before fucking herself with this very black vibrator, before having an orgasm quietly alone on her bed. I would love to watch her masturbatory technique, especially if she is unaware of anyone watching. My mind wonders on the possibilities.
Another few weeks past and after a couple more inspections, her room remained messy. Other than that ,there was not a problem, just things lying around on the floor and bed. After hearing the front door lock again as she went to work, I again entered her room. My routine was the same, I would look for her freshest undies and lick it clean. I wasn't disappointed this time. A pair was actually still warm. Actually in my own mind it was still warm. The odor, of her pussy lingered heavily on the fabric. The stain thin and creamy. I inhaled her strong smell and the chewed on the material, licking frantically. My mind delirious and drifts into euphoric mode, seduced by the act.
Suddenly I hear the door open. It was Ashley. She had come back for whatever unknown reason. I have been caught. I stood there red faced as I let her underwear drop to the ground. I was a stunned mullet as I stood there with a bulge in my pants.
"What are you doing?"
She firmly but politely asked. Her eyes wide in surprise horror staring at me. I was near lost for words as I stuttered out.
"Hi I am just checking."
