Selena W. was the first Asian girl I ever met. She was 19 at the time, and when she moved to our town she was the first Asian in the whole area. All the guys were in love with her because she was so good looking. She was exotic, with long black hair and almond eyes, and she had a beautiful body, thin but with shapely hips and firm breasts. I had a crush on her the first moment I saw her, and when I found out her parents owned the new Chinese restaurant in town, I made sure that my parents went there that weekend. Sure enough, Selena was working as one of the waitresses, and I made sure we sat in her section. The place was an upscale, fancy restaurant, not like most of the fast food Chinese places around. The waiters wore tuxes and the waitresses had long black dresses on, all of them except Selena. She wore a voluptuous white blouse and flowing black pants, and the buttons on her top were open far enough that the cleavage of her generous breasts showed. I stared at her as she took our order, and when she bent over slightly to pour our water, her breasts shivered like soft kittens. She knew exactly how to dress to tease, since the opening of her blouse was at the exact place where you could just imagine seeing her nipples. I thought that if she just bent over a little farther, she might slip out of her bra, the black lace of which I could just glimpse as she turned quickly. Everyone in the restaurant was sneaking glimpses of her, even my dad, and I was glad to have a napkin to hide the tent in my crotch. Watching her trim ass rustle in her black pants as she walked away sent shivers into my stomach, and I brushed the end of my cock through my pants with my elbow enough times that I almost shot a load right there.
Her dad came out after the dinner was over to ask us how everything was, and I could see him scolding Selena in Chinese for something or another. She pouted and walked to the back, and the next time she came out her blouse was buttoned up so that her breasts weren't showing, so I figured he must have been yelling at her about that. After dinner that night, I went home and jacked off three times in the bathroom, each time imagining Selena's breasts and face. I was determined to have sex with her, and I just had to figure out how to do it. The next week I tried to talk to her after class, but she was stand offish and a little snobby. Normally, if a girl is bitchy, I turn off to her no matter how hot she is, but Selena made me so horny, I didn't care that she had blown me off, although it pissed me off that she was being such a bitch. All the guys were talking about her, and about how to get in her pants. So between beating my meat fantasizing about her, and trying to find out as much as possible what she was like, I started to come up with a plan.
Before work, she usually walked home and changed her clothes. Then she'd walk to her family's restaurant to work. I knew this because I followed her home almost everyday. I realized that most afternoons, both her parents were at the restaurant, and when she was at home changing, she was alone. I had been watching her house every night that week, and I had noticed that her parent's bathroom window was often left open in the mornings. When I got to her place, I climbed on top of her garage and onto her roof, so that I could hang off the edge and slip into her parent's bathroom window. I had to knock the window screen off, but it dropped into the bushes and I was sure she wouldn't notice.
After I got into the house, I went into Selena's bedroom and looked around. She had posters on the wall, hip hop artists and that stupid Justin Timberlake. I wondered whether I should hide in her bathroom or her closet before deciding on the closet. The closet door had horizontal slats, so I could see into the bedroom and watch everything going on. After making sure there was enough room in there for me to hide, I started rustling through her desk and dresser, just curious about what I might find. Her top dresser drawer had her underwear, and I was amazed how plain her panties were. They were almost all white cotton briefs with low cut sides, the kind my mom wore (I'd gone through my mom's dresser dozens of times, often inhaling the smell of her underwear or jacking off with them—but that's another story...).
Quickly thinking of another idea, I went into her bathroom to see if she had a laundry bin. There was a small lidded plastic hamper, which I quickly flipped open. Just as I hoped, she had what must have been a week of dirty laundry. Digging through, I grabbed as many of her underwear as I could find, sniffing each in the crotch looking for the sweatiest, dirtiest one. Near the bottom of the hamper I found one pair that I immediately could tell she had sweated into a lot. I caught a whiff of it long before it got near my face, and the odor went straight to my crotch. It was a funky smell, not unlike sweaty shoes or socks, but much more pleasant. It was strongest in the crotch, where her wet cunt would be, and I was surprised to see how stained that area was, a light yellowish-brown as if she had soaked the area with her cunt juices and it had dried. I put the rest of her underwear in the bin and slipped the stained one into my pocket.
