About Those Panties

I should explain an item in the last post.

In my email to the married man, I allude to a pair of panties that has his scent on them. Possibly it's obvious, but the last time we fucked in London--the morning of my flight--he and I thought it'd be sexy if I left his cum inside of me to take back with me to Prague.

And so, we had sex with me on top of him, and he came inside of me, and I actually sat on top of him for a bit longer and even as his penis was slowly returning to its normal size, I was able to have one final orgasm, just grinding my clit into his stomach but trying not to disturb his sensitive cock.

When I got off of him, I immediately put on a red thong, and that's what I wore on my journey back home--his cum and mine dripping out of me in a lovely, aromatic mixture and soiling my panties.

When I got home, I tossed everything from the trip into the laundry except that thong, since I was, of course, still wearing it. But when I finally took it off, I could smell him on it and I didn't want to lose that. I left it on the bathroom floor; then it migrated to my bed, under my pillow.

When I was on cam with him the other night, I showed him this treasure along with my vibrator and hard nipples, of course.

What's funny is that he wanted this from me but didn't get it. He asked me if I would cum in a pair of panties and then mail them to him in London and then he could sleep with them under his pillow for a few nights (wife away, of course) before returning them to me. We played around on the webcam one evening, and he tried to get me to shove a pair of panties into my pussy but that didn't work so well. Still, they were quite soaked.

They just never made it to London. I waited too long to drop them in the mail and the postal strike in the UK made us reevaluate if it was even a good idea. We decided it wasn't, and he had to cope with only being able to smell and taste my pussy and my panties in person. Poor guy.