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Panties on the Porch

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Last week I left the house to walk our dog. It was cold and still pitch dark. As I stepped onto our front porch I noticed a small piece of cloth on the tiles. Curiously I picked it up. It turned out to be a pair of knickers, boxershort style, made of shiny black satin. As I examined it more closely, I noticed the crotch was covered with white stains and slightly damp. I guess our female neighbour 'Pascal', living in the apartment above ours, must have dropped the panties the previous night while searching for her door keys.

She plays tennis a couple of times per week and has a slim, well trained body. She is in her early thirties, has long brown hair and is a pretty, smart woman, working at a law firm. The idea to hold her undies I find, embarrassing enough, really exciting. I put them inside and decided to walk the dog first. As I came back home I took the undies and sat down at the bench in our living room. I turned the panties inside out and pushed the crotch against my nose. The dark satin cloth had warmed up because of the heating inside our house, which enhanced the intensity of the fragrance emanating from the soft textile fabric. The smell was quite strong and animal like, slightly fishy and really feminine. Unmistakingly the scent of a vagina... In the area around the crotch the smell is kind of sweaty.

As I sniffed the fabric I felt my penis starting to pulsate in my pants. I unzipped my jeans and pulled my now swollen dick out. It is kind of wet around the tip. I lay back and start stroking my dick, while softly inhaling the smell of the panty crotch. I pull the skin of my dick back a bit; it is really slippery. It turns dark purple and drips off precum leaking on my stomach. I pushed the white stained crotch against my nose, inhale deeply and then cum like mad, shuddering all over.

After that I lay back exhausted and spent for some time. Later I cleaned up and dropped the panties back on the porch. As I returned from work by the end of the day I bumped into Pascal. We exchanged a few words and she disappeared into her house. The panties are gone. If only she knew...



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