Michael and Christine’s soiled panties

Michael’s new apartment building held many secrets, but one particular neighbor captivated his senses: Christine. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he couldn’t help but notice the way she moved, the sway of her hips as she walked, and the way she filled out her tight jeans. She was breathtakingly beautiful, and Michael found himself obsessively thinking about her every day.

But it wasn’t until he stumbled upon a pair of red lace panties in the building’s laundry room that his obsession truly took hold. They were Christine’s, and Michael couldn’t resist the temptation to steal them. As soon as he caught their scent, he was hooked.

At first, it was just a quick sniff here and there, but soon enough, Michael found himself addicted to the sweet fragrance of Christine’s used underwear. He would wait until late at night when the laundry room was empty to sneak in and catch his next fix. The scent consumed him, filling his senses with an intense desire.

As the days passed, Michael became increasingly obsessed with Christine’s panties. He couldn’t get enough of their smell. He would take them home, stroke himself off as he breathed in their fragrance, and then return them to the laundry room the next day. It was a ritual he couldn’t resist.

One evening, as Michael was stealing yet another pair of Christine’s undies, she walked into the laundry room unexpectedly. Michael froze, terrified that he had been caught red-handed. But instead of screaming or calling the cops, Christine surprised him with a wicked smile.

“I’ve been wanting to try something new,” she said, her voice low and seductive. “Would you like to join me for dinner tonight?”

Michael couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Was Christine really inviting him over for a date? It didn’t matter; all that mattered was the thrill of it all. He agreed, his mind racing with excitement and anticipation.

That night, Michael met Christine at a trendy restaurant in the city. She looked stunning, her red dress hugging every curve of her body. They dined on expensive steak and sipped on red wine, their conversation flowing effortlessly between them.

As they finished dinner, Christine took Michael’s hand and led him back to his apartment. Once inside, she pushed him onto the bed, and before he knew it, they were tearing each other’s clothes off.

Christine straddled Michael’s lap, her red lace panties peeking out from between her thighs. He couldn’t resist the urge to pull them off completely. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, and Michael felt his heart race with desire.

As they lay in each other’s arms afterward, spent and entwined, Michael couldn’t help but think back to the panties in the laundry room. It had all started there, with just one sniff. But now he knew that he didn’t need them anymore; Christine was more than enough for him.

From that day on, Michael and Christine became inseparable. Their passion for each other grew stronger by the day, and they often found themselves indulging in some of their favorite fantasies in Michael’s apartment. And while Michael still occasionally stole Christine’s panties from the laundry room, he no longer felt the need to obsess over them. He had found something far more precious: a woman who was equally as passionate and addicted to him as he was to her.

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