Friday morning. Isabelle announces she’s leaving again. Two hours minimum. Locks the bookstore door behind her. Key turns. I’m trapped inside. Alone. My pulse skyrockets. Last time, her drawers. Heaven of soft cotton panties. Clean, but intoxicating. Now? Opportunity strikes twice. Dick twitches in my pants. I bolt upstairs. Her apartment. Bedroom door ajar. Heart hammers chest. Push it open. There, on the bed. Her worn panties from yesterday. Laid out blatant. Crotch up. Faint yellow stain. Darker wet spot. Fuck. Trap? No time. Excitement surges. Hands shake. Grab them. Warm fabric. Still holds her heat.
Nose dives in. Deep inhale. Musky. Pungent pussy aroma hits. Salty tang of her juices. Day-old sweat. Her asshole hint too. Goddamn. Cock strains zipper. Hard as steel. Press face harder. Rub stained gusset on lips. Taste her. Bitter. Slick residue on tongue. Knees buckle. Drop to floor. Panties over nose, mouth. Stroke bulge through pants. Breathe her in. Every lungful her secret scent. Vagina lips imagined. Dripping for me? No. For her day. Clients, work. This crotch hugged her slit all day. Absorbed her arousal? Chastity bullshit. She’s wet for control. My slave fantasy peaks. Jerk pants down. Cock springs free. Pre-cum beads. Wrap panties around shaft. Soft cotton strokes. Her smell fuels. Pump slow. Savor.
The Awakening
Minutes blur. Lost in her. Door creaks. Footsteps. Freeze. Eyes snap open. Isabelle stands there. Arms crossed. Face porcelain mask cracks. Eyes blaze fury. But lips twitch. “Caught you, pervert.” Voice low, steel. Panties clutched to my dripping cock. Shame floods. Yet thrill explodes. Erect still. Throbbing. She steps closer. Towering. Blue dress sways. “Sister warned me. Docile dog. Sniffing my dirty underwear?” Grabs my wrist. Yanks panties off. Snaps them at my face. “Smell enough?” Nose burns her fresh anger-musk mix. Kneel automatic. Eyes down. “Sorry, Madame.” Voice cracks. She circles. Heel clicks marble. “Two weeks. Mine. Body, soul.” Hand fists hair. Pulls head back. Forces gaze. Rouge lips sneer. “You’ll pay. Lick clean first.” Shoves gusset in mouth. Taste her again. Under her watch. Cock leaks puddle. Submission total.
She releases. Stands back. Watches me suck fabric. Humiliation peaks pleasure. Spits panties on bed. “Dress. Downstairs. Work.” Tone ice. I scramble. Pants up. Hide boner. Follow trembling. Storefront. Computer glows. She unlocks. Acts normal. Clients come. Smiles prim. But glances pierce. Knows my secret. Owns me deeper. Afternoon drags. Every key stroke, her scent lingers mouth. Pussy ghost haunts. Home later. Phone rings. Odile. “Good boy.” Sister chat? Excitement rebuilds. Tomorrow? Punishment? Her worn intimates call. Risk everything. Crave her command. Forbidden raid success. Even caught. Thrill eternal. Abdicate to her will. Object. Slave. Wet dreams await.