I was getting my mail out of our residential mail box yesterday, when I noticed a padded brown envelope in the mix. I get internet purchases of hobby things by mail frequently, so I assumed it was something like that. As I was going through it later, I realized the packet was addressed to the fellow my wife and I bought our house from. The old owner Bob had his mail forwarded for a few months, but then was planning to move to Arizona. I hadn't seen something for him for a while, so I looked for his phone number in my contacts. I tried both numbers and realized they must have been disconnected when he moved.
I looked again at the padded envelope, thinking maybe there would be some kind of return address; and instead there was just a simple local phone number. I called it right away and was greeted by a younger sounding woman. I explained having received a packet and that Bob had moved; so where was I to send it back to? She laughed and said it was my lucky day and that I should open it and enjoy.
Completely curious now as to the contents, I bent the envelope back and forth, then slit open its adhesive end. Inside was something wrapped in white tissue paper. Carefully opening that, I discovered a vacuum sealed package which contained, of all things, a pair of women's underwear. For a moment I thought Bob may have been one of those men turned on by wearing women's panties; but then realized these were worn panties...carefully wrapped and sealed to preserve their womanly fragrance.
Almost immediately the head of my cock began to swell and I was overcome by the fact that, out of nowhere, I was going to open and freely smell a stranger's panties. Unreal. I love the smell of a wet pussy, the thought of sniffing a mystery woman's crotch panel was intoxicating...and maybe I could jack off...and no one would know...omg.
My wife Sandra gets home from work shortly after I do and today was no different. As her car pulled into our carport, I scrambled to my home office and buried the newly found treasure in a desk drawer. You can't imagine how untimely her arrival was, and I struggled through small talk and then dinner; all the while imagining myself tongue fucking the gusset of those cum stained panties.
I guess the waiting worked; and I was about to explode as Sandra left for her evening rock club meeting. The second she was out of the driveway, I was in that office drawer. Carefully I slit the sealed end of the vacuum pack and realized the gusset had been extra wrapped in cellophane to insure the creamy freshness. As I opened it, the rich smell of wet pussy wafted out and I pulled the panties to my nose inhaling deeply!
