Gordon couldn't believe his eyes when he opened the message from Allie. There she was, kneeling on the carpet floor in front of her bed, wearing nothing but a tiny thong that connected to her top and a pair of cat ears. Her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, covering her cute little tits. Her light blue manicured fingers played with her plump bottom lip, revealing her braces.
"Thought I wouldn't notice?" she captioned the picture, with a winky face emoji.
Gordon's heart raced as he read the message. He had no idea how Allie had found out, but he couldn't deny it - he had stolen a pair of her dirty socks last night while he was over for beers. He had always had a bit of a thing for her, but he had never acted on it before. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," he replied, trying to play it cool.
Allie wasn't fooled. She knew exactly what he had done, and she was turned on by it. She couldn't believe that a man his age was getting off on her dirty socks, but she couldn't deny the thrill it gave her.
"Cut the crap, Gordon. I know it was you," she wrote back, adding a kissy face emoji. "I can't believe you stole my socks. You know my panties were right there too, right?"
Gordon felt a pang of shame. He could have taken the panties, but it really was the socks that turned him on. He was drawn to Allie's scent, to the thought of her wearing those socks all day.
"I'm sorry, Allie. I don't know what came over me," he replied, feeling like a guilty schoolboy.
Allie couldn't resist teasing him. She knew she had him hooked, and she was enjoying every minute of it.
"It's okay, Gordon. I'm not mad. In fact, I'm kind of turned on by it," she wrote, adding a blushing emoji. "But you have to promise me one thing - don't touch yourself or fuck your wife without my permission. I want you addicted to me, and me alone. If you disobey, I'll tell your wife all about your little theft."
Gordon's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had never been talked to like this before, and he had to admit, he was loving it.
"I promise, Allie. I'll do anything you say," he replied, feeling a wave of arousal wash over him.
"Good boy," Allie wrote back, with a smiley face emoji. "Now, tell me, how did you use my socks?"
Gordon felt a surge of excitement. He had never talked about this kind of thing before, but he couldn't help himself. He wanted to please Allie, to make her happy.
"I sniffed them, Allie. I couldn't help it. I love your scent. It drives me crazy," he confessed.
Allie felt a twinge of wetness between her legs. She had never thought of herself as a fetishist, but she couldn't deny the thrill she got from knowing that Gordon was getting off on her socks.
"That's so hot, Gordon. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I want you to keep using them. But you have to trade them for new ones every time you come over. And maybe, if you're good, I'll wear them for longer. Make them dirtier and sweatier," she wrote, adding a winky face emoji.
Gordon felt his dick twitch in his pants. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had never been this turned on in his life.
"Thank you, Allie. I won't let you down," he replied, with a grateful emoji.
"I know you won't, Gordon. You're my good boy," Allie wrote back, with a heart emoji.
Gordon couldn't wait for their next encounter. He couldn't wait to sniff Allie's dirty socks again, to feel her scent wash over him. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. He was hooked, and he didn't want to ever let go.