After such intense carnal delight between Sam and I when finally we teased each other senseless and consummated our desire one for the other it was perhaps not surprising that some distance opened up between us and although being together as flatmates remained easy and uncomplicated I think that both of us were somewhat frightened by the intensity of the passion that we had shown for each other.
However, Sam did not exclude me. Quite the opposite. She no longer locked her bedroom door when she left the flat, she was prepared to endorse what she realized was my inevitable weakness to put my nose and my cock into her soiled intimate undergarments.
I had plenty of time on my hands and as she was very busy at the University or at the Pharmacy she informed me it would suit her fine if at any time I felt disposed to hand wash any of her clothing for her. She was standing in the kitchen and was looking directly into my eyes as she said to me,
"Mi Marti, I think it would suit the submissive side of you if I permitted you to wash my clothes for me. I know that you would enjoy doing that. You know, wash them by hand. It's not a demand mi Marti, merely an invitation if you should enjoy such a pastime you know where to find my stuff."
I had access to Sammy's laundry basket and she was telling me I could lovingly do her laundry for her. She was telling me that not only did she not mind me having my dirty way with her intimate feminine bits and bobs but that I could even cover up for my misdemeanors if I so wished. I could keep all my dirty secrets to myself.
I could dry all her clothing in my own room, so much larger than that of hers. The sight of all her naughty little underthings hanging from my drying rack was a gentle intimacy that I welcomed enormously. Then when she would knock on my door and tell me she needed a clean pair of knickers my heart would melt at this intimacy and my cock would throb knowing that there was another salty item waiting for my attention in her basket of dirty clothing.
I loved to 'panty' chat. Whether I was standing in the bathroom washing her bits and bobs in the basin behind a locked door or hanging her delicate girly things on the clothes rack in my own room it was not unusual to hear me say,
"You are a naughty, saucy little lass my darling Sammy.
Dear me Sammy, what on earth were you doing to make such a viscous creamy mess in the gusset of your delicate lacy little sheer nylon panties, my love?
Oh my, Sammy have you been dancing the whole night long to perspire so much that the toes of your nylon hose have become so salty and stiff and fragrant?" These were just some of the things that I was liable to say as I fulfilled my fantasies in a world of apparent domestic bliss with the saucy smalls of my beautiful sexy flatmate.
Then when everything was clean and fragrant I would tenderly fold each item of Sammy's apparel with the same care and gentleness that I might reserve for caressing her beautiful body where I ever to be invited to do so again.
We never spoke about this arrangement. There was no need to really, it was something that was mutually advantageous to the two of us and so any need for either of us to express appreciation would merely have been superfluous.
Sam was now absent more and more from the flat on the weekends and evenings and throughout the night and although Sam never brought any guys back to the flat she was obviously enjoying their company as she inevitably would. Sam had made me an award. She had not entirely abandoned the old bloke and for that I was grateful. When Sam needed some wise words or even a shoulder to cry on she still included me and made me feel loved and valuable.
Christmas was coming and I made plans to return to England for the holiday. I was so accustomed to my life with Sammy's panties that the idea of being without any of them for three weeks was unimaginable. The next time I took the opportunity to do Sammy's wash I decided that I would put aside some little aromatic creamy panty and some salty stinky socks to keep my cock rigid over the Xmas period. I selected a sheer white tanga and a pair of white nylon knee high socks that she wore at the Pharmacy. I put the saltiest examples of these clothes in a zip lock plastic bag in order to sustain their fragrance. I wanted for nothing that Christmas.
The firs time I saw Sam again was in the new year at midday on the occasion of the visit of the Three Wise Kings. Sam came from the bathroom and entered the kitchen in her robes of red toweling. She began her usual routine of boiling milk for her hot chocolate and feeding the toaster with sliced bread to facilitate her usual dose of chocolate hazelnut spread without which she was unable to face the day.
"What you doing tonight mi Marti, you going to see the parade?" Sam inquired.
"Do you mean: what are you doing tonight, mi Marti, are you going to see the parade?" I corrected her adding the verb which she had omitted.
"Whatever," she threw in knowing full well that she was being provocative and naughty and being completely aware that I had no resistance to such behavior at all.
"Have it your own way, I said knowing that is was a foregone conclusion. I'm staying in with my memories, Sammy. I'm going to have an evening with my own three kings, Elvis, Lennon and Dylan. I might do some washing I suggested provocatively. I might even put on my own costume given the occasion," I announced intending to let Sammy know that I might lend attention to the contents of her laundry basket as I would be blissfully alone.
Later that evening when I was cooking an evening meal, Sammy came into the kitchen dressed in her bloke's suit. She had tucked a pair of her knickers into the breast pocket of her bloke's jacket as to emulate a handkerchief, a finishing touch to her English gentlemen's costume. They were her black and white animal print panties which gave a clear signal that she meant business she was definitely going out on the pull.
Sammy lifted her foot onto the stool of the breakfast bar. The hem of her trousers lifted from her shoes and I was blown away to see that she was wearing little nylon ankle socks with the same black and white animal print that matched her 'handkerchief' in her pocket. I had not come across them amonsgt her things and they must have been a very recent acquisition.
"I'm wearing my new socks mi Marti, I can't seem to find those slate grey ones anywhere, she said looking me fully in the eyes to inform me that she knew I had taken possession of them and that was alright by her. She continued, Mi Marti, the leather is stained from going out in the rain do you know how I can clean it?"
"You need some shoe polish Sammy, I'll go and find some for you", I told her.
"Shoe what, mi Marti?"
"Shoe polish, it's what people used to clean leather shoes with, in the days when people used to renovate and repair things, don't worry about it, its a thing of the past," I added cynically.
I went to my room and collected a tin of brown shoe polish, an old toothbrush for applying the polish and the rag for polishing the leather, before returning to the kitchen.
"I don't know how to do it mi Marti, it's something that old people do, I've never used polish before," the cheeky little imp informed me.
"No need to flatter me, sweetheart, I said drawing a chair from beneath the kitchen table and sitting down upon it to face Sammy before me. Come on then put your foot up here, I said patting my leg and Sammy raised her shoe and placed it on my knee. I undid the laces of her shoe and then taking her beautifully sculpted moist and warm ankle in one hand and the heel of her shoe in the other I removed her shoe. It seemed to me that Xmas had finally arrived. The three kings were finally beginning to perform their magic. My nose did not respond but unfortunately, my cock began to unfurl in my pants and I'm sure that it did not escape Sammy's eagle eyes.
