Root through her dirty laundry

The air was thick with Dawn's heavenly scented perfume. The whole bedroom smelt like the girl of my endless fantasies. But having probably ruined my chances of ever being with Dawn, it now only served as a cruel reminder.

I felt beyond frustrated with myself and possessed that all too familiar empty feeling.

In moments like this there's only one thing to fall back on... a good old danger wank. But no ordinary one. I wanted to empty sacks in style.

So as Dawn slept downstairs, I tiptoed across her bedroom which was only lit by a small desk lamp, and headed towards a set of bedroom drawers.

As I closed in, my heart jumped. On top of the drawers were numerous photos of family and friends. And there, sitting front and centre, was a photo of me and her together. I remembered the time and place it was taken. A day out we had at a popular theme park. Fond memories of innocence when I thought it was only a matter of time before we would become true lovers.

I felt proud... but then guilty.

My legs filled with concrete. Should I return downstairs and forget my night of mischief?

But then I remembered what went on earlier that night. Dawn's temper, my embarrassment. Her rejection.

No. I was going to do this.

Slowly, and carefully I pulled out the first drawer. It was nothing but t shirts and blouses. All neatly folded. Cute but not what I was looking for. I gently pushed the drawer back in, then pulled out the second.

Bingo.

The drawer of secrets. Lots of cotton panties. Cute, almost childish like. Black, white or polka-dot. Not what I had imagined, really. In my dirty mind Dawn always wore thongs or lacy underwear. Ready for action. So, I picked my way diligently through the garments. Comfortable bra here, snug fitting underpants there.

But then my heart jumped in my chest. What the fuck... An open packet of condoms! "Extra large."

My heart shattered. Felt weak. But I couldn't deny my cock pricked.

I imagined her slamming down on some guy's cock. Wished it was mine. I placed the packet back into the drawer and continued the search.

Eventually, I found something more interesting. A dainty pair of provocative scarlet knickers with gold lace woven in delicate spirals across the front. My cock roared into life, pushing against my underpants. This must be her special knickers. I brought it to my face, inhaled... but only smelt lavender fabric softener. Damn!

I needed the real thing. Needed to smell Dawn's private signature. Realizing my mistake, I glanced around the room. There, in a dark corner of the room, was the laundry basket.

Creeping across the room like the pervert I was, I reached the straw basket. I then immediately began to comb through the clothes, girly pink pajamas, flimsy tops, dark denim jeans and half a dozen panties of all colours. But I wanted sexy ones.

Reaching to the bottom of the basket I found a delicate pair that resembled the special ones I found in her drawer. Delicate, flimsy, almost see through. Only difference being these were royal blue.

My cock came to life once more. This was what I had been looking for. As I lifted them out the basket, questions began to fill my head. Had she worn them on one of our nights out? Or for some other guy? Or worse... maybe someone I knew?

Had someone drawn them down her legs with their teeth. Or more likely, had Dawn been finger fucked while wearing them.

I walked back to the bed, holding the panties tightly. Standing at the edge of the bed, I undid my belt, dropped both my trousers and underpants to my ankles, then sat on the mattress. A mattress where she had fucked some guy with a massive cock.

Lifting the soiled knickers to my face, I pressed the crotch against my nose then inhaled deeply. Her musty sweat with a hint of urine might cause some men to turn there nose up. But to me it was perfect.

But it drove me wild.

Dreaming of my heart-breaker, I then began rubbing myself. Starting at a steady pace I merely stroked my stiff cock, careful not to bring a premature end to tonight's event.

I dreamt of kissing her scarlet lips. Her tender touch. My thoughts of caressing her skin, licking her breasts. I pondered on her scent, her taste.

Laying backwards on the bed I placed the gusset of her panties on my face. Finally I got to smell Dawn how only her lovers knew her. Or more accurately, those lucky bastards who got to fuck her.

I discovered she had a splendid natural odor. Rich but famine. Not pungent in the slightest. Intoxicated by Dawn's scent I picked up the pace of my wanking

The natural next step was to taste. So, I dabbed my tongue on the delicate fabric of the gusset. My taste buds tingled to the bitterness. She tasted strong but earthly... and sent me overboard.

I wrapped her knickers around my cock just in time to have the most orgasmic rush I have ever experienced.

My shafted pumped away, filling her sexy underwear with hot glutenous cum. I groaned through gritted teeth as continued to thunder away into her panties.

Emptied like never before, I had no energy. I was nothing but an empty sack.

What to do with the soiled garment? I didn't have the energy to deal with it, so simply wiped myself as clean as I could before tossing it on the floor.

I felt powerless as my eyes then began to close over... and I drifted into a blissful sleep. Reckless, but I was beyond caring if Dawn caught me.

That wank was the best I ever had.

~

I woke to the sound of the doorbell. "No. It can't be." My heart pounded in my chest as I lay frozen in fear.

The bell rung for a second time, confirming my fear. Suddenly, I heard the living room door open. I sat as I listened to Dawn's bare feet as she crossed the wooden floor of the hallway.

She opened the front door to the sound of a confident male voice, followed by her flirtatious laugh.

Shit, what if they come up here... what should I do?