When I wake up it’s already dark outside. I get up from my cot on the floor, crawling on my hands and knees. My only clothing is the collar on my neck, its bell tinkling softly as I approach the dark figure sitting on the couch.
*It’s the Young Lady*
She’s looking distractedly at her phone, a boring expression on her face. Black short hair, black eye shadow, black lips and finger nails. Her clothing equally black: her jacket, her mini skirt, her fishnets, her…
As I look at her black boots, I’m surprised to see something pink on top of her left one. I crawl closer to her, sniffing the air in search for clues, curious as to what it might be.
*It’s the Young Lady’s panties*
She must’ve pull them down to her ankle and forget them there. I lean in and sniff the fabric, breathing in the soft, intimate fragrance. I haven’t told anyone, but her smell is my favorite.
My dick’s already hard when I start licking the boot’s metal tip. I kiss it and slobber all over it, making it wet and slippery. I straighten up, still on my knees, and look at her face.