He grabbed the knob softly and rattled it softly, then with a gentle push, the door opened without a creak.
His eyes accustomed to the darkness enveloping the room, Leo slowly pushed the door ajar, taking a cautious step inside.
Spotting Annabeth's still body lying in bed, gently rising and falling with each breath, Leo smirks to himself. Her lower legs covered in sheets, Leo observed, trailing his eyes upward to the rest of her.
Annabeth's curly blonde hair lay fanned out on her pillow. Her soft, tan skin radiated even in the dark room. And she wore nothing upon her torso, save for a gray brassiere that left little to the imagination.
Growing hard, Leo shook his head, trying to focus. He had a mission, and he couldn't get distracted.
Stealthily crossing the room, Leo tip-toed across the cabin's wood planked floor, watching the sleeping Annabeth all the time. Leo stopped once beside her bed, pausing to gaze upon Annabeth's athletic figure.
While he had seen her so many times prior, Leo never got tired of looking at Annabeth. Everything about her was so perfect. Her small, but firm breasts strained from their confinement with each breath. Her toned abs, reminding of her hard training. And especially her gorgeously smooth, tan skin, void of imperfections - skin fit for a supermodel.
Remembering his purpose, Leo turned his attention toward the bedside dresser.
Taking a deep breath, he grasped the handles of the top drawer, making sure to pull it out at the same speed so as not to make any noise.
Now accustomed to the dark, Leo feasted his eyes upon his prize.
A drawer full of lingerie.
For such a sophisticated and put together girl, Annabeth's underwear drawer did not represent that. Wadded up underwear and unfolded bras lay in a heaped up mess within.
Greedy, Leo silently slid off the backpack on his shoulder, quietly unzipping it. As silent as a mouse, Leo began moving the contents of the drawer over to the bag. Once the final piece of Annabeth's underwear moved, Leo carefully slid the drawer back shut, cautiously eyeing the sleeping Annabeth.
Slinging the backpack back on his shoulder, Leo took two silent steps toward the door, before pausing briefly to look back at Annabeth.
A silent moment of battling in Leo's mind as he gazed upon Annabeth.
Overcome with lust, Leo gave into his intrusive thoughts carefully moving over to the side of bed.
Carefully, Leo began slowly unfolding the sheets, one inch at a time, revealing Annabeth's long legs. He was not disappointed as he was greeted with a matching gray cotton pair of underwear.
He did it once before, and he could do it again. Taking this pair of underwear would be the money pot. Recently worn and soaked in Annabeth scent.
Hooking his fingers softly around the waistband of the cotton garment, Leo slowly slid the pair of underwear down Annabeth's long legs. As they came down, they gradually were pulled inside out, as the crotch panel caught briefly between Annabeth's folds.
A sudden tug, and they were off.
Stuffing them in his pocket, Leo gazed at Annabeth's exposed womanhood again.
Just a small adjustment to spread her legs a little more…
Making up the courage, Leo leaned in close to the junction for a better view and smell.
In the dark it was difficult to see, but he could make out the soft pink folds surrounded in a mound of dark, curly pubic hair. Her inner thighs a paler white compared to the rest of her California tan.
Leo moved closer, breathing in the scent emitting from her snatch. A recipe of sweat, cum, and residual urine created a uniquely Annabeth smell that Leo could recognize anywhere.
A pungent smell…but not unpleasant…a hint of sweetness and saltiness. Suddenly without warning, Annabeth shifted in her sleep, causing Leo's nose to brush her mound.
Upon impact, Annabeth stirred, breathily letting out a soft moan in her slumber.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Leo stood up, just now noticing his boxers felt extremely tight and his dick twitched with excitement.
Careful to not make a noise, Leo left the room, taking the backpack with him and softly shutting the door behind. As he walked back to his room in the brightly illuminated hallway of the Argo II, Leo pulled out the used underwear from his pocket. Folding them inside out, Leo inspected the previous garment.
The crotch panel of fabric seemed to be soaked through and through with some sort of liquid. Upon further inspection, the white gusset showed a mustard yellow vertical line running parallel. And for the cherry on top, the wet cotton had a warm feel radiating from it, reminding the freshness of it.
Arriving at his room, Leo slipped back inside to store his treasures from the night.
