One time, I went to use a communal dryer in my apartment building, and found my neighbor's clothes were still inside. A beautiful floral-patterned pair of purple panties called out to me. I sniffed them, and a small hint of female musk still remained. Excited and erect, I feverishly checked to make sure no one was around. Then, secure in the knowledge of my solitude, I dropped my pants and wrapped those satin beauties around my engorged penis for a vigorous pumping.
Once finished, I disposed of the stinky (but unsolied) underwear on the floor. I couldn't very well put them back in the dryer, as they no longer smelled clean. So, I hoped my neighbor would simply assume they had never made it into the wash in the first place.
She moved out a few weeks later.
