I live in a small town where not much happens. Fifteen years ago, a family rented the upstairs apartment in our large house. We had much more room than we needed, and the entire upstairs was turned into a private apartment. A lovely family moved in and we became like family rather quickly.
The mother was remarried and her one child was from her previous marriage. Her new husband was younger than her, and the Mahoney's were a perfect family to live in our house. Their daughter, Erin was a very cute girl. She was full of energy and sass through her toddler and adolescent years. At around the time she turned 15, she began to get in trouble a lot. Nothing terrible, to start off, but just the kind of things that teenagers manage to get themselves into. Things like staying out after the town curfew and mouthy things in school and toward her parents.
When she turned 18, she got arrested for underage drinking and defacing a traffic sign. She was sent to a juvenile detention center for three weeks by the judge. She became increasingly difficult for her parents which resulted in a lot of yelling and banging. They were like family; we just put up with it and felt terrible for her parents. We felt bad for Erin as well. She was a beautiful girl. Thin, long brown hair, blue eyes. Very good looking and always had a date or a boyfriend. Despite her problems, she seemed to be popular among her peers.
My wife works in an office and both of Erin's parents work away from home as well. I work from my home, since I am an independent programmer. It was a typical Tuesday. Everyone left, but on the way out, Tammy (Erin's mom) asked me to look at the faucet in the laundry room, because it wouldn't stop leaking. I told her I would get to it later in the day.
Around noon, I decided to go upstairs and take a look at the faucet. I walked into the laundry room and saw the dripping faucet. I also saw a laundry hamper full of dirty clothes. On the very top was a pair of Victoria Secret satin panties. I immediately knew they were Erin's, because her mother was on the heavy side, so there was no way these little panties belonged to her. As I fixed the faucet, the presence of those panties just kept coming into my mind. I could resist the urge no longer, and walked over and looked at the panties. They were kind of rolled up, as they would look if you peeled them off and tossed them into the hamper. They were so cute and tiny. I imagined what they would look like on her. My cock began to stir.
It bothered me that they were having this effect on me, but I am a panty fetishist ... and could no longer resist the temptation to touch them. I touched them and immediately pulled my hand away. These panties belonged to an 18 year old girl! I walked away to finish the sink repair and felt an incredibly strong urge to go back to her cute little panties. Desire overcame me and I walked back to the basket and picked them up. Slowly, with trembling hands, I unrolled them ... savoring the softness in my hands. They opened up inside out ... and I immediately focused on the white cotton crotch panel. There was some dried white stuff with a pubic hair stuck to it. Oh my god ... Erin's pubic hair and vaginal discharge ... right in front of my eyes. My heart began to race as I touched the dried substance. Touch wasn't enough ... as I brought them up to my nose and inhaled her young sweetness. An intoxicating mixture of perfume, sweat and pee all mingled into one smell. It was like an aphrodisiac ... my cock swelled to full hardness.
I wasn't wearing panties today ... I had too much work to do and it was too much of a distraction. Most days I would wear a pair of my wife's panties ... from the hamper. I've done that for years ... in fact, for most of my adult life. It all started with my aunts panties, but that's a story for a different time.
I was in heaven ... I was standing there with Erin's panties in my hands ... her most intimate aspects of her life in front of me. I rubbed the crotch of her panties over my nose ... inhaling sharply the scent of her femininity. I took the pubic hair between my teeth and pulled it loose from the white substance. Thoughts raced through my head ... was that dried white substance the cum of her boyfriend that leaked out of her pussy, or was it simply the cream that leaks out from her ovulating. It didn't matter ... it was so sexy that I was as close to her pussy as I would ever get. The tender sweet pussy of a young 18 year old girl. Let's face it, I am 55 years old ... my days of 18 year old pussy are long gone.
As I rolled the pubic hair around in my mouth, my tongue touched the white dried cream. It had no immediate flavor, but the saliva from my tongue made it sticky. Greedily I continued to lick it. I was so horny, so overtaken by the whole thing.
I was so involved in what I was doing, that I hadn't heard someone come home. I would never think anyone would be coming home ... not for at least 3 hours. My ecstasy was broken up by a voice ... "Rich, what are you doing with my panties?"
I didn't want to believe this was happening. Maybe my mind was playing games on me and this really wasn't happening!
"Hello ... earth to Rich ... why are you licking and sniffing my fucking panties? Erin yelled.
I turned and looked at her. She was wearing shorts and a tank top ... her nipples were poking out.
"Oh, er ... Erin ... I was fixing your faucet" I managed to awkwardly say
"Smelling and licking my panties is how YOU fix a faucet?" she said with a chuckle.
"I, um .. I wasn't ... what are you talking about?" I managed to say
"Don't be stupid and don't think I'm stupid ... you are smelling and licking my panties."
I just looked at her with a stupid look on my face. Her panties, actually, still up at my nose.
"Well?" she asked.
"Well ... what, Erin?"
"Oh my fucking god, you are going to stand there with my panties up to your nose and act like nothing has happened?"
I just looked at her and blushed as I pulled the panties away from my nose.
"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." She demanded
Without hesitation I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. She looked at my tongue and said, "Is that my pubic hair on your tongue?"
Again I looked at her without responding. "Pathetic ... you are a pathetic man"
I didn't know what to say or do.
"And look at you ... you have an erection!"
I was never as mortified as I was at that moment.
"Well, say something your fucker!" she said
"What do you want me to say, Erin?"
"Well for starters, Mr. Pantysniffer ... you could say ... well Erin ... I'm sniffing your panties!"
The hardest words ever spoken by me were about to be spoken.
"Erin, the truth is ... I am sniffing your panties." I managed to say
