What follows is a story depicting what happened when I traveled with my girlfriend for an out-of-town interview.
Prologue
We were staying at the apartment of one of my girlfriend's college sorority sisters. Luckily for us we knew someone in town and didn't have to get a hotel room.
Even luckier for me, she was smoking hot.
Chapter 1
We had gotten into town late the previous evening and quickly went to bed so my girlfriend could rest up for her job interview.
The following morning our host, Mandy, had left early for work. My girlfriend showered, dressed and left for her interview soon thereafter.
I had told the girls I was going to spend the day walking around the city, seeing the sites and getting acquainted in case we decided to move here after the interview.
In reality, I had a slightly more devious purpose in mind.
You see, I have a panty fetish. Dirty, clean, thong, bikini, on a woman, off a woman, I don't care. And I had every intention of looking at our hosts panties.
I had known Mandy in college and always thought she was incredibly hot. She had graduated the same time as my girlfriend, just over a year ago. I had always though she was kind of a bitch, but put up with her because of her looks.
I had figured this was my revenge for all the times she had given me or my friends the cold-shoulder during college.
After waiting a decent length of time to make sure my girlfriend didn't come back to the apartment, I walked into Mandy's bedroom.
Considering how clean the rest of her apartment was, her bedroom was extremely messy in comparison. Clothes were strewn about and I could already see some panties underneath a pile of clothes.
In fact, as I looked towards the bathroom attached to her bedroom, I could see the jeans she was wearing last night when we arrived. Poking out the top of them was the waistband of a pair of blue panties.
My heart was racing. I walked over to them and knelt down next to the jeans. I pulled out the panties.
They were silk, bikini-bottom style. I ran them through my fingers, incredibly turned on at this point.
I flipped them inside out and breathed deeply, inhaling the smell that lingered in the fabric of the crotch.
My cock was bulging against my jeans at this point.
I stood up, still holding the panties to my face. I walked back into the bedroom and towards her closet. Opening the closet, the laundry basket was directly in front of me. I could see several more pairs of panties in it.
I reached down, searching for a pair that would smell the most like her pussy juices. I found a pair of striped red and white cotton material panties that had a light smear in the crotch.
Holding them up to my mouth, I licked the material experimentally. It tasted like a mixture of her female juices, sweat and urine. I took them in one hand and the blue panties in the other.
I quickly undid my pants and lay down on the bed. Holding the striped, soiled pair up to my mouth I wrapped the blue bikini bottoms around my erection and began stroking myself. I imagined Mandy wearing the panties, rubbing herself through the fabric, feeling her pussy become wet.
I lay there with my eyes closed, stroking my cock picturing her rubbing herself also. I was growing closer and closer to coming when I heard a cough from the doorway.
"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Mandy was standing in the doorway, looking at me laying on her bed, jacking off into her panties.
I was busted.