Panty and the Camp

Within a camp, of a forest trip,
I toiled amidst the forest's grip,
Passing a cabin, my eyes did spy,
A sight that made my heart run awry.

A pair of panties, grey and sweet,
Lying there, a secret to keep,
For students had ventured far and wide,
Leaving behind a warmth I couldn't hide.

Curiosity beckoned, I couldn't resist,
A scent so foreign, my desire persist,
Not the scent of pee, but something more,
A fragrance that left me craving for more.

Enthralled, I took it to my own tent,
I jerked off hard, sniffing the scent,
Engulfed by pleasure, I succumbed,
Sniffing and tasting, my senses numbed.

Yet fate had plans, a twist in store,
As a girl approached, looking for her private cloth,
She thought her girlfriends has hid it,
to embarrass her when boys find it.

Begging me to aid in her plight,
Innocence masking her hidden delight.
Eagerly, I offered my helping hand,
Yearning for that wet spot, as I planned.

Returning them, claiming bushes as the site,
A tale of deception, woven so tight.
"My panties," she claimed, taking it in her hands,
"they smell awesome" i said, hard-on in my pants.

she cursed her friend for the cruelty,
Unaware of my twisted reality,
but she blushed when I told her of my desire,
i loved the smell of her used attire.

Seeing her comfortable, my thirst grew,
I asked if I can keep it, my hunger anew,
A voracious appetite, impossible to tame,
A twisted obsession, lighting a dangerous flame.

She said she wont mind if i keep
I told i would use it to lick and sniff
She promised she will gift me another one
which is more soiled and dirty the this one.