1. The Perfect Panties


    Date: 5/3/2016, Categories: Fetish, Author: Seros, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    came over one day when they were there, and we hung out for a while. I put a couple of items in their basement. It was a humid summer day in June, and Meghan glistened with just a hint of sweat. Her shorts were extremely short, the kind you can only wear at home, and I did everything in my power to not stare. She put her brown hair up all of the time when it got hot out, and it drove me wild. But, this was my neighbor, it was Meghan. We grew up next to each other, and she called me her brother, and I thought it was wrong to be attracted to her. Unfortunately, I lost the key to their apartment. I had texted them the next weekend, asking if I could bring some tools to put in their basement to get them out of the sun and rain. They said of course, come Monday, but they would both be at class. They left the basement door unlocked for me. The next day, during my lunch break, I made my way to their apartment and let myself into the basement. I only had a few tools, so it didn’t take more than a few minutes. I couldn’t help but wonder about Meghan as I was there. I walked up the stairs from the basement, and they had left their door open to the rest of the house. It can be a bit bizarre being in someone else’s house alone. I went up to Meghan’s room. Her door was wide open. I went down the hall and looked out the window from Taryn’s bedroom, and nobody was coming home anytime soon. No mailman. No neighbors. I went back to Meghan’s room and noticed her closet door open, with her ...
    laundry basket at the bottom in the corner. I knew I shouldn’t, that I would be violating her privacy, but I couldn’t help myself. I reached into her dirty laundry, remembering how each item was thrown. I carefully removed some jean shorts from the top, and a scrunched grey t-shirt. Then I found a pair of black panties. Lace. Thin on the sides and with a solid black material down the middle. I could see the outline of Meghan’s pussy, a white streak, straight down the middle. I’m not sure if she had masturbated with them on, or if she was wet most days, but this pair had clearly been worn for a long time, on a hot and humid summer day. The gusset was a creamy white; it was clearly visible on the black material. I knew I shouldn’t…but I truly couldn’t help my myself. I brought them to my nose and inhaled, until I couldn't anymore, taking in every last breath I could. For years I had wondered what she tasted like, what her womanly scent was like, what it would be like to be buried between her thick legs. Her scent was intoxicating. She tasted like nothing, or nobody, I had ever had the pleasure of eating. I explored every centimeter, every millimeter, sniffing every inch, over and over. I looked for another pair, but could only find one. I still remember how every article of clothing was set in the basket. The black cloth was perfect. The lace on the edges was still twisted, where she had pulled them down her butt and legs. And the gusset was still scrunched, perfectly and ...
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