Sweaty Socks

When your fingers brush the wet cloth, you almost don't want to look, but you do anyway, and are a little surprised to see it's not terrible. A set of folded-up sweatsocks is in a little baggie in her backpack. They're still wet, and you wonder where she might've picked up sweaty sweat socks.

You find yourself wondering what she does with them, if she collects them ... or if they're even hers. Does she rub them on her body, around those large tits, or does she bunch them up and hold them over her nose while slender fingers pleasure herself. Does she wad them up and suck the sweaty toe-juice out of them or just put them over her hands and give herself a sensual massage.

After a moment of thought, you check to make sure no one's watching, then continue to rifle through her bag, finding a small tag with her contact information on it. You memorize it quickly then sling the bag. It was time to get in contact with her.