Saturday morning arrived slowly. I stretched and decided to in bed for a while. It didn't take long before the events of the previous night came back to me. I felt around my pillow and found the panties from the night before.
"Shit!" I thought to myself.
My heart started to pound a little. There was something shared between us yesterday. Something that will to be acknowledged.
Soon enough there was a knock at my door.
"LAUNDRY!" Christine sung out.
I sheepishly gather my clothes together in a pile stuffing the panties into the middle.
Opening the door, I saw Christine standing there with a half empty basket and dropped in my clothes.
"Are my panties in there as well?" She asked without hesitation.
My face went bright red, and I just nodded. The best thing that could have happened right then was the earth to open and take me.
"Where's Alex?" I asked, hoping to change the conversation and check if he might have heard about the panties.
"He is out running some errands," Christine replied, "probably not back until after lunch. Just you and I, I'm afraid."
Christine left to put the laundry on downstairs and I got myself a coffee.
When she returned, she sat down across from me and just stared at me.
"REALLY?" She suddenly asked, "you're not going to even ask?"
I knew what she meant but sat there with my mouth agape.
"Fine," She continued, "I will just tell you. A few years back I had a boyfriend a lot like you. It is why I could pick you out so easily. He would stare at me with the same hungry in his eyes. He would compliment my hair, my looks, everything about me. It was a real ego boost to have someone adore you so completely. When he complimented my scent that, for some reason, was the hottest. He would tell me just sniffing my hair made him hard. When he went down on me it was like the last meal of a condemned man. He would spend the better part of an evening sometimes just pleasing me. I would watch TV and he would gently lap between my legs. It was absolute heaven. The idea someone could get so turned on just by the smell of my pussy was incredible. "
Her story was hypnotic. The images in my head playout every scene.
She went on, "Sometimes, he would go home for the weekend and visit his parents. It was then he would insist on taking my panties from me at the train station. Later he would tell me about how they would be crunch up in his hand and he would spend the long ride breaking in through the material. Finally, he would have to go into the lavatory and stroke himself. This intrigued me, the next time he brought it up I asked for a demonstration. He didn't waste a moment, he asked for my panties and pulled out his cock. I pulled off my jeans and handed them to him. He then stood there with my panties under his nose and stroked himself. I had never seen anything hotter. It didn't take long before my own hand was hard at work on my pussy. This was all too much for him and he shot right away. He then fell to his knees and started pleasuring me. I think I fell backward when I came because I went from standing to lying on the couch in an instant. "
"That's hot!" I stammered. My 'spank bank' was filling up with all these images.
Christine smiled and continued her story, "This was a huge turn on for me and it became the routine for us. We would fuck occasionally, but it almost wasn't as hot as his adoration. I am sure Alex loves me, and our sex life is great, but he doesn't have that complete addiction to me.
When I started to notice you staring at me, I knew I had seen that look before. On a whim I kicked the panties out the door a couple of nights ago. I knew I had gotten your attention when I saw the shadow of you feed outside our door."
I cringed inside, I had been caught. She knew I had been standing outside their door, listening to them have sex, and pulling my cock.
"I watched for it the second night and knew it wasn't a fluke," She continued, "Last night I decided I wanted to you know that I knew. It turned me on so much. Alex must have thought he had gone to heaven. I wouldn't let him stop. Made him fuck me twice last night. Had to give a blowie in between to get him hard again, so I appreciate my own smell and taste, I thought about you, next door, smelling and tasting my panties. I came hard forcing Alex's cock into me as deep as it would go.
So, this is where I ask you a favour in return. I want to see you smell my panties and stroke yourself." The look was the question.
This was a mix; I would love to jerk off in front of her. It would be so fucking hot. There was also part of me who saw the imagine my head conjured the other night. Looking like some sad troll sniffing panties and jerking myself. I guess that was the point of the story, I was too horny now to say no.
I nodded and pulled down the front of my pajamas. My cock was a rock. This wasn't going to take long. Christine reached up under her t-shirt and slid down her panties, handing them to me. I brought them to my nose and breathed in. They were warm, slippery, and only seconds separated them from Christine's magnificent pussy.
Christine kneed down and watched the show. Letting me know how hot I looked.
