She had been given an assignment for the week. It was an easy assignment, make sure that at the end of the week she sent a pair of her panties to him. They were to be fragrant. Fragrant with the smell of her excitement in the them. He told her he wanted her to cum in them throughout the week, never washing them, putting them on when she felt especially horny and needed release. She was to rub herself through them, making them wet again and again, saturating the straddle with the gush of her juices as she trembled in orgasm.
The first night she was so tired from the day she did not feel the urge to touch herself. She told herself she had plenty of days left to fulfill her mission, it would be easy.
The second night, still tired, she felt some urges and she adorned her privates with the panties and lay in bed touching herself through the panties but the release never came and she did not cum. In the morning as she took them off, she raised them to her nose. The scent was there but too faint to satisfy him, she knew. Tonight...she told herself, she'd be ready.
That day was stressful and long and by the time she had settled down for the day, again she was too tired to feel anything. Even so, she put them on and climbed into bed. The phone rang...she reached for it.
It was him.
"You in bed?" he asked.
"Yes..." she whispered.
"What are you wearing?"
"Tshirt and panties" she knew where he was going with the conversation and it automatically brought tingles into her lower tummy.
"Take off the shirt," he ordered.
With a rustle she peeled off her tshirt and let it drop off the side to the floor.
"Ok" she answered.
"Now run your hands slowly over your stomach, caressing."
Her free hand roamed her tummy, fueling the tingles into a burning need.
"Now bring them up to your breasts and caress them, feeling the nipples," he ordered.