The rest of the her shift was typical for a Monday. Slow except for a brief rush around dinner time about 6pm to 8pm. Then it slowed back down in time for the end of her shift at 9pm. Sheila's coworker Emily had taken over for her so she was all but done.
Sheila had felt a little horny all day since she was without panties. Plus the fact that she knew Robert had them in his pocket all day made her even hotter. Sadly however, their teasing game had been put on hold once the business had picked up. Then once the other coworkers arrived it was all but forgotten.
Sam another bartender in his late 30's had taken over at the bar for Robert. Robert started his shift a bit earlier than Sheila but they usually ended at the same time. Today was no different. As their shifts ended they would wind up in the back room joking for a moment or two before leaving. Sheila lived close enough that she would walk or ride the bus, but Robert always offered her a ride. He was usually just being nice. Especially since he knew she never accepted.
So when he looked over and called her name she expected the usual offer before she politely declined.
Sheila looked at Robert, all ready to turn him down before he even asked. She stopped in her tracks when she saw him standing there, her white thong in hand.
"What are you-" She started to ask.
Robert unfolded the thong then took the crotch of them and placed it over his mouth and nose. Then he took in a giant breath through his nose, exaggerating his motions of sniffing them. Sheila's jaw dropped. Before she could react he pulled the thong into his mouth and chewed briefly on the part that had earlier been right over her pussy. Then he spit the thong back into his hand and with a loud laugh walked out.
Sheila stood there stunned for a moment, her mouth still open. Then she clamped it shut when it hit her. That bastard had beat her at her own game. She had been teasing him all afternoon and had given him her thong. Trying, in vain, to get a reaction out of him. Now he had left her there shocked. And he knew it. That laugh. He had beaten her. Plus he stole her underpants!
The whole bus ride home Sheila thought about the scene. Robert sniffing her thong. Chewing on it even. Sheila parted her legs a little. She was wetter than she had been in months. With no panties to catch all that moisture. She would have to think of a way to get Robert back. First though she'd have to get laid.
When she had arrived at home her husband Kyle had gone to the liberty of getting them Chinese for dinner. Sheila changed into her pj's and they sat down to eat and watch TV.
After a few hours of small talk and watching a movie it was about time for bed. Sheila was still horny. The image of Robert sniffing her panties kept playing over again and again in her mind.
She had never really thought of having sex with Robert, but now she couldn't stop. It was so unexpected. Teasing and flirting was one thing, but that scene with the panties made her want more. Robert would have to wait. Tonight though, she had a man laying right next to her.
They had both brushed their teeth and crawled under the covers. After a small goodnight kiss Kyle had switched off the bedside lamp. Sheila, however, was anything but tired.
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