Inhaling Pheromones

By the time Samuel rose from his rowing machine and made his way to the same door Tricia went through, his shirt was already getting peeled off his body, showcasing his washboard abs, his almost hairless body and the right side of his pectoral muscles covered in the artwork of tattoos. As he discards the shirt right alongside Tricia's sports bra, he steps inside the door and makes his way down the small coridoor until he appears into the giant master bathroom.

As he does, he can already hear the sounds of water cascading down from the showers. As he turns one more corner, he sees the same dark grey yoga pants Tricia was wearing only moments ago sprawled out on the floor before him. "Fuuckk..." he mumbles to himself as he too hooks his thumbs around the waistband of his shorts and quickly pulls them down his legs. When they bunch at his ankles he takes each foot and steps up, removing himself from the shorts and leaving him in only his light gray boxer briefs.

One more corner he turns and then no more than half a dozen paces ahead of him is a giant sliding glass door which blurs the vision of the people on the opposite side. Samuel could make out a nude body on the other side but with the tempered glass, he couldn't really make out any definitive features. Samuel could hear the water pouring across this petite body in the shower and running down onto the ground before whirling down into the drain.

What truly caught his gaze though was by the handlebar to the shower door, draping across the bar was a very tiny piece of fabric. The Brazilian figured he knew what it was but obviously he had to get closer and pick it up to make sure.

Bringing himself up to the sliding door, he lowers his right hand down to the piece of pink fabric looped around the handle and as his index finger and thumb pinch it, his hand raises. The barely there pink bundle of string-like cloth stretches out in the air from his fingertips and as it does, he bites his lower lip and his cock gives a throb.

A neon pink g-string was being held from his hands and obviously this g-string only moments ago was around Trish's privates. Without even a second to hesitate, he bunches the barely there piece of fabric in his hands before immediately bringing that hand up to his face. He shoves the bundled pink silky object up to his nostrils and as he does, inhales the deepest breath he could.

The intoxicating scent of Tricia's body sweat but also the liquid arousal which seeped out of her hole was so alluring and delightful for Samuel. The best part of it was as he was stuffing the fabric into his nose to inhale deep, he could feel the dampness of the gusset of her g-string. Whether that was sweat, arousal or a mixture of both, the boy didn't care because it had such a sweet, intoxicating scent to it. With every deep inhale within his body, he was losing himself to lust slowly breath by breath.

Venturing a little farther too, the tip of his tongue came out from his mouth before dabbing it into her panties. Licking that silky mesh right where Tricia's pussy would sit. The taste was exactly how it smelled, sweet but also a little salty. The black haired Brazilian wasn't sure if his dick could get any harder at that point. Sure, he felt a little awkward for taking Trish's panties and sniffing and tasting them but God damn did he love to eat pussy, especially when that pussy belongs to a walking sex symbol of a woman like Tricia Brice. He didn't know if Tricia's pussy leaked pheromones or not but at this point as all he wanted to do was get his dick inside her as soon as possible.

Samuel grunts and then forces his hand to go down to his waist, pulling the panties away from his face and turning his head behind him, staring back at his black gym shorts bundled on the floor not far away. With a grin on his face, he moves over to his bunched up shorts and kneels down, moving to the pocket on the side before his right hand reaches towards it. He wasn't pulling something from the pocket of his shorts, no, he was stuffing Tricia's g-string inside it, a memento for later and also a trophy he could taunt and tease his room mate with.

Straightening himself up, he makes his way back towards the tempered glass sliding door of the humongous shower and as his eyes look at the glass, seeing a blurred form of a female behind it, he hooks his boxer briefs in his hands and forces them down across his thighs, falling past his knees and piling on the ground below. He steps out of them, one foot at a time before kicking them across the floor towards his shorts.

With the scent of Trish's arousal still flowing through his body, Sam's cock was enlarged and ready for action. He's fucked a few random woman since he's joined this team but so far he hasn't had a romp with any of the girls on the team and unless he completely read this situation wrong, he was about to get lucky with Trish. With a grin on his face and another throb in his member, Sam was ready to get things started. Placing his palm on the handle of the door and wrapping his fingers around, Sam gives it a tug, pulling the giant shower door open and revealing the treasure waiting inside.