Gavin the Panty-Sniffer

Gavin found himself lifting the red, lace panties off the door handle. He wasn't sure why he was doing it, apart from horniness. There was something exhilarating about just holding them in his hand, squishing the wet spot between his fingers. It was wrong. That he was holding them, that he was feeling Ashley's arousal, that they belonged to his friend's girlfriend; it was all wrong...which only served to heighten the thrill.

But standing in the hallway, out in the open, was a bad idea, unless he wanted to get caught. The smart thing, and most obvious, would have been to simply replace the panties on the door handle and be on his merry way. Instead. Gavin's senses and reason had left him and he took the panties to the living area.

The panties felt wet. There was a dark patch that was immediately noticeable but Gavin was struck by just how damp and saturated the panties felt. Ashley must have been very aroused. And on the inside of the gusset, where her pussy had made direct contact, he could see creamy stains. It was odd, to be looking upon the panties of a girl who had divided his friends and to imagine how turned on she must have been to leave visible marks.

Aside from wet, the panties were also warm. Meaning that Ashley had been wearing these panties very recently. Not just that these had been a pair she'd worn that day but it was clear to Gavin that she couldn't have removed this particular pair any more than five or ten minutes previously. He'd never felt panties this freshly used before.

Arriving in the living area, Gavin glanced around briefly before yanking down his pants and setting his naked ass against the leather sofa. It was cool against his bare skin, yet Gavin was more interested in the heat from Ashley's lace panties warming his hands. In his mind he imagined Ashley, naked except for the red, lance panties. He imagined his hand, holding her underwear, was cupping her pussy, feeling that same wetness, that same heat, directly from the source.

Taking another quick look around and finding no one about, Gavin brought the panties up to his face. He pressed the material to his nose and inhaled. He could smell a mixture of aromas. The saltiness of her sweat, the bitter hints of piss and above all a strong, earthly musk that reminded him of sex. But her's was different from Victoria's. This scent was heavier, heady and...used. This was the smell of a pussy that was familiar with sex, unlike the innocent, virginal odour of Victoria.

Again, in his imagination, Ashley had discarded her panties, and it wasn't that lace material that he was sniffing but Ashley's bald pussy. And as he stuck out his tongue to taste the gusset, he imagined his tongue was sliding along Ashley's bare pussy lips, tasting that sweet, creamy wetness straight from her hole. Between his own legs, Gavin felt his cock twitch at the images he'd conjured in his head. He brought his other hand down and grasped his cock. The instant pleasure that shot along his shaft made him moan into the panties, his breath mingling with the aroma of Ashley's pussy.

With a ferocious lust, Gavin pumped his cock while the scent and taste of Ashley's panties invaded his nose and mouth. Within minutes he felt his balls begin to tighten and a familiar tingle along his shaft. The naughtiness of sniffing his friend's girlfriend's panties combined with the sheer wrongness of doing it out in the open living area where anyone could find him was enough to drive him close to cumming. But he wasn't quite ready yet.

Bringing the panties away from his face, with ****, Gavin wrapped the lace material around his cock , positioning them in such a way that the damp patch was over his cockhead. The feeling of her wetness on his tip, mixing with his own pre-cum made Gavin bow his head with a guttural growl. As he stroked his cock, rubbing the lace along his shaft and felt the wetness squish against his cock, he imagined that he was actually fucking Ashley. The wetness was her wetness, the material of her panties was her pussy and he was jamming his cock into wet, squishy cunt.

Gavin had no real intention of fucking Ashley. Sure, she was hot, and popular, and there wasn't a single hot, popular girl in their school Gavin hadn't fantasised about fucking. But this was his friend's girlfriend and he already had to make an impossible choice between two women. He wasn't about to add a third. No this was just a wonderful fantasy, like fucking Scarlett Johansson, or Natalie Portman, which was made no less pleasurable just because of it's impossibility.

Of course, if Scarlett Johansson or Natalie Portman or Ashley Woodsen were right there in front of him, begging him to stick his hard cock in their wet cunt, would he really be able to resist? Gavin imagined them, all three, on their knees before his cock, begging for his cum, and he was inclined to oblige. The pressure in his balls was reaching critical. He had to cum, and soon. With each passing second, the chances of being caught, out in the open, jacking off in the living area, increased.