As the bag bobs along with Chris' walking, you try to make sense of the smell that is surrounding you. The ball of damp fabric on top of you certainly retains Chris' musk. After absorbing so much of his sweat you too being to get a little wet, rubbing all over your body.
You recognise the smell, its fainter than last time, but you know instinctively that you're nuzzling a giant pair of socks that have recently been wrapped around Chris' feet. The constant rubbing is making you sweat back, and even though the smell is noticeable, its bearable. You imagine how bad it would been to be in his trainers right now, being matted into the souls of his shoe each time he landed a step. Maybe something to try later though, you ponder.
Your journey isn't lengthy, you're soon thrown to the floor of Chris' bedroom as he throws off his shirt, trousers and socks and crashes onto his bed. Laying quietly, inhaling the smells of his gym bag, you listen. A faint snoring become audible and you quickly desire to escape.
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