For a long time now since I was immature I've had a fascination with girls panties. Over the days I've had probability to sneak around and get clutches of ex girlfriends sister step-in but that just seemed too easy.

This time was a real risk and was so exciting.

To give you a bit of background, for my job I travel around a lot going to different the great unwashed's station, whether it be there office staff or home offices. This particular one was abode office.

Its a typical family run business enterprise, female parent father 2 Son and a Whitney Young daughter. This is a man who has remarried so I only knew about the Logos, until last week.

I was there as pattern. I go every 3 months and it usually takes the morning until early afternoon to complete the study. I usually get left on my own in there while the others go to shape. Like I said it's a work spot and a home.

The Father of the Church saw me briefly to go through what needs doing and he went out into the thousand to work. The Logos were out somewhere contracting and the mother was away all day and the daughter was out.

So it got to around 10am and the father came in for refreshments. We chatted for a patch before his phone rang. He came off the phone and told me he needed to go out to look at some equipment and would be back around 1 ish when I was due to terminate. He went and I was all alone, and then it hit me ... ... ..Daughters bedroom !

My heart quickly skipped a beat as the thinking of finding a yoke of used pantie was making my mind race.

I watched as his car drove away and out of the thousand and I knew then it was my present moment. I got up and made my way up the step. My breathing was fickle and I could feel my cock getting hard.

I got to the top of the stair and there is 5 doorway. I had never been upstairs in the sign of the zodiac so this was all a bit new to me. First door was the parents way, a huge way with bang-up views out to the mound. Next was the bathroom. The next two were the boys suite, typical boring material in those rooms and then the final door was the jackpot.
I eased the room access open and straight away was hit by the cherubic smell of perfume.
I stood for a moment just looking around the room. It was all the usual missy stuff, small bed, schooling award, make up and pictures.
I looked around and there it was on the bulwark. A movie of the daughter. So Whitney Young and so cute and innocent. I got hard again just gazing at the picture.

I was just about to face around for the one thing I was craving when I heard a vehicle. The father was driving back up the thousand. I panicked ! ! ! There was no reason for me to be up the stairs as his situation and other toilet was downstairs. I bolted out the elbow room shutting the door behind me. I ran downstairs and back to the office.

I was out of breath and must have been bright red when he came back in. He sat and talked to me for a piece. It turns out he just forgot some paperwork and came back to gather it.

So he said bye again and off he went down the yard.

I knew now that my window of opportunity was closing fast if I was going to get my pantie fix. For all I knew the mother or boy could just come back without warning.

With this knowledge I bolted back upstairs when I saw his car drive away again.

As I walked back in the sleeping room I quickly started to explore for pantie. There was a small pile of dress at the hindquarters of the bed. As I routed through them I realised it was just shirts and trousers.

I then went over to the clothes hamper in the corner, surely there would be some in here ... .Nothing ! Just a shirt. This can't be happening I thought to myself.

Just as I thought that my fate was out and it wasn't going to be my day, I spun quickly round to see a small span of jean on the story ... ... Could this be it !

I picked the jeans up to come up a pocket-sized brace of panty in them. She must suffer slid them off with the underclothing still in them if that makes sense.
They were a set of rap 1. Almost like son bagger. I instantly went to the part where her pussy sits in them. It had a piddling bit of dried discharge in them but not a lot. After all she is only young.

My heart and soul was beating like crazy and my legs were shaking. I placed the panties to my intrude and instantly was swept away by the amazing musty pussy olfactory perception and a petty bit of pee smell.

Trying to keep my self together I instantly shot through to the bathroom and stood at the sink. I unzipped my fly and top button and let my trousers hit the story. My hard-on was trying punishing to break open out of my boxers.

I pulled my dick out of my boxers, put the panties back up to my nose and started to stroke my dick. I was in nirvana as I was inhaling this girls pussy smell.
I moved my scent around to dissimilar parts of the pantie. I smelt the pee smell part and then the ass part and then back to the mouldy discharge bit. As I took my last breathe in I felt by balls tingle and my sack tighten.

I then completely shot my load all over the cesspool and almost collapsed as my legs were shaking and getting washy.

Load after encumbrance spurted out of my cock as i inhaled her sweetness olfactory property.

I dropped her panties and cleaned my cock and the cesspool whilst getting my breathing space back and returning back to normal. What an experience that was. What a smell. What an orgasm.

I picked up her pantie and pulled my trousers back up and went back to her bedroom.

As I was putting her pantie back into the jeans, ensuring everything was left the way it was I stood and stared at the picture of her on the wall.

I took a couple more inhales while looking into her heart, just imagining her sat all day wearing these pantie. Each time she went to the bathroom and wiped her slit after peeing. Just sitting around, branch crossed with those panties pressed close against her Young pussy. I almost shoot down my lode again.

Everything was back in its stead so I headed back downstairs. I made a cup of coffee, rolled a smoke and headed outside.

As I was drinking my deep brown and inhaling the cigarette I had clock time to reflect on what had just happened. The risk, the challenge, the minuscule windowpane of opportunity. What a bombilation that was ... ....

And my net thought is this. Like I said earlier, I go to this position every 3 month so I'll be due to go again in January. As I sit here now I'm getting hard thinking about getting another sniff of her panties.

I'm imagining her having masturbated in them before I find them, that would be heaven.

We 'll just give to hold back and see.

Roll on January.

To Be continued ... ... ... ...