My housemate Matt began dating a girl called Ellie.
She was a polite and friendly girl, bubbly and chatty with me whenever I hung out with them in the living room. I snuck glimpses of her feet when she was barefoot, and of her bottom when she bent over.
She was a cutie. I fantasized about her, picturing her curvy body, her sexy legs and feet, and her big bottom.
One day, while Matt was out, Ellie said to me:
‘Chris?’
‘Yes?’ I said.
‘A pair of my panties have gone missing. They were in the load of washing I did on Monday, and I can’t find them anywhere. I asked Matt if he knew where they were, and he said he didn’t know. I don’t suppose you’ve seen them around, have you?’
I squirmed. She was talking about the same panties I’d used to come with the previous evening. I had sniffed them and held them in my mouth whilst jacking off. They smelled like her. And now they were hidden in my bedroom.
‘Er, no. Haven’t seen them. What do they look like?’