He explores further

Excited and thrilled by the musky scent of her thong, you continue around the room. Smiling to youself, pondering 'She really is a messy minx. I wonder what that says about her?'

You see a pair of lacy black shorts on the floor, and pick them up. This little foray seems to have uncovered a streak that has lain dormant since your teens (thinking back to your sister's laundry), and which is now very much alive: you find what you hoped for inside the shorts - the creamy mark against the black which, as you know from experience, will smell 'so' good. Having savoured the smell, you stuff the shorts in your pocket, for later.

Moving furtively on, there is other, more conventional underwear, white cotton panties (somehow, these are exciting too, despite the skid marks that illustrate her careless, messy nature) and bras too: sports, soft and gentle, lacy, push 'em up.. quite a variety, and you're hard as hell as you finger them, hold them up before you, imagining her in them (just them!). You take one of these for later too, a red lacy half-cup.

You're at her desk now, and notice her journal is left open, and also a pile of photographs. You're totally absorbed, so are completley oblivious to her movements around the house.