I often sniffed panties growing up, and I guess I still do when the opportunity presents itself.
Growing up, it was usually friends sisters whose panties I'd lift from the hamper or sneak into their room to retrieve. I even managed some friends moms. The smell was always intoxicating, and I'm still so drawn to it except have far fewer opportunities today with people other than my partner.
My favorite was in high school. I was in love with my best friend's older sister. She had a laundry shoot in her bathroom. I knew she had gone to shower one more while I was up a little earlier than my friend. Her still-warm panties came right down the laundry shoot to my waiting hands. They were so fragrant and slightly damp. I nearly hyperventilated on her scent as I did myself there in the laundry room with the sound of her shower running up above me.