I live in a very classy neighborhood where there are lots of big houses. I often used to see this gorgeous, chic, classy lady in her mid twenties, on her way to and from work in her sporty Mercedes. After asking around the neighborhood I found out that she was still living with her parents, still single and their only child. She was a newly qualified corporate lawyer in a big city firm.
She looked so sophisticated and sexy with her dark business suit. I guess she was about 5'9" and about 130lbs, short blond hair, neatly cut. In short although she was very beautiful she looked really look prim and proper. When I saw her leaving in the morning I would imagine that her panties must be smelling fresh clean, while in the afternoon, I would imagine that the crotch of her panties must be smelling much better having been pulled tightly into her pussy all day. By the end of the day it would probably smell musky with her pussy odor. If only I could just smell her panties, just a quick sniff. I would have loved to know what this sophisticated Lady's panties smelt like.
She liked to go jogging every weekend and I decided that I would start jogging too to try and get closer to her. Whenever we met she would just give me a faint smile. I figured to myself that she probably thought that I was not quite in her league. Most of the time I would just jog behind her and watch her sexy ass as it moved in her running shorts. I constantly wondered what her cotton shorts smell must smell like, particularly the crotch and more specifically when I could see that she had already started to sweat. Maybe it would be fresh smell since I picked up the very faint smell of her perfume? It smelt like an expensive perfume.
We were running through a wooded trail below our neighborhood when suddenly a man stepped out from behind a tree and grabbed her as she ran past and pulled her into the trees. He looked up and saw me coming. He took his knife out and pressed it to her neck. I stopped immediately. Pulling her deeper into the woods he instructed me to follow. The forest grew thicker until I could see a clearing up ahead. It was very obvious that he could do anything to us and no one could ever see or hear us.
"Please don't hurt me," she said. "What do you want, money?"
"Lady, I have been watching you for a long time now and I don't want your money!" he said "I want to satisfy my fantasies with you!"
A look of alarm crossed her face. "What fantasies?" she asked sharply, her fear obvious.
"I want to sniff your panties." The man said.
She looked shocked, her eyes wide, her hands to her mouth. "Oh my god, you pervert, that's disgusting!"
He ordered her to stand with her legs apart, his knife at her throat. I wasn't sure if she was shaking with rage or fear? She obeyed hesitantly; she had enough sense to realize the danger of the knife at her throat.
The man knelt in front of her and put his face between her legs, the knife ready. He pushed his nose into her crotch and sniffed loudly. As he sniffed her crotch, she rolled her eyes and murmured, "Oh my God, you are sick!" He carried on undeterred.
"Hmm, that smells good, nice cologne, but I can pick up a different smell, it's somewhat musky. I don't think it is your perfume!" he said to the lady, a smile on his face.
He ordered me to sniff the lady's crotch too and give him my opinion. I could not believe what was happening. This was my biggest sexual desire and here it was being handed to me on a plate. The danger of the situation was very quickly being pushed to the back of my head by the erotic sight in front of me.
I stepped up in front of her; he stood behind her, the point of his knife at her neck.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"I understand," she said "you have to do as this pig asks!"
I knelt down between her legs and breathed in her sexy aroma. He was right, I could smell her expensive perfume, but the erotic smell of her pussy was very strong.
"What does it smell like!" he demanded.
"Well," I said "I can smell her perfume but there is another more musky smell I can smell almost like the smell of a woman mixed with sweat."
He nodded, almost in agreement. By now I could see that his erection was pushing against his trousers, mine was clearly evident through the flimsy running shorts I was wearing.
"Take her pants off!" he ordered.
She started to shake her head. I could see him increase the pressure of the knife against her throat. I knew that I had no choice, if I did not we could both end up getting hurt.
She covered her face as I lowered her shorts down her legs and she stepped out of them and handed them to our captor. He raised them to his nose and smelt the crotch I had been day dreaming of earlier. I felt so excited as she stood there in just in her t-shirt and panties. Her panties were awesome. A simple string bikini, white lace and very sheer. Her sweat had made them even more sheer, and I could see the triangle of her pubic hairs in the middle. Some hairs peeped out the sides. Our captor was looking very intently at her pussy. "Wow, sexy panties, an expensive looking brand! Now lets find out how it smells," The man said. He was still sniffing at her sweaty shorts.
He handed her pants to me and then knelt in front of her again and brought his face to her pantied crotch and sniffed loudly again. I stepped out of her line of sight and brought the shorts to my nose. Just like I had imagined, her mixture of sweat, perfume and pussy made them smell like a dream come true.
"Wow, this is a lot better, it smells like pussy now. Go ahead young man; sniff It." he instructed me. I went down on my knees again and sniffed her crotch again. This was exactly what I had been dreaming of for ages and I was now able to fulfill my dream! I had never in my wildest dreams ever thought that I would be able to act out my deepest fantasy.
He asked me what I thought.
"Smells good," I said looking up at the sexy woman. She looked down at me, the look on her face almost one of gratitude. Almost is if to thank me for paying her a compliment.
I could see that our captor was starting to get agitated. "Tell me the truth!" he demanded.
I looked at her again, her eyes looked sad; she just shrugged and looked away. I sniffed her panty-clad pussy again. "It smells musky," I said
"What else?" The man said.
"Sexy" I replied
"What else?" he demanded.
"Intoxicating" I whispered.
He then ordered me to take off her panties. I could see that she was not even trying to argue this time. I knelt down between her legs and slipped my fingers into the waistband of her panties, my fingers brushing her warm, smooth skin. I could see that the gusset of her panties was quite wet now, The gusset of her panties sticking between her legs from her moisture. As I slipped her panties down I saw that she had a beautiful looking pussy, she had a thick mat of light pubic hairs and I could see the outline of her slit through the hair.
The man took the panties from me and turned them inside out, bringing them to his nose and sniffing them once again. "Yes," he said "a beautiful, musky pussy. This is exactly what a pussy should smell like." He leant across and brought them to my nose. I sniffed them eagerly. They smelt exactly how I would have imagined they would. I looked over at the woman and noticed that her head was hanging down in embarrassment, her cheeks flushed. I took the opportunity to sniff again, they were very strong smelling, it must have been the mixture of her feminine juices and the sweat from running. Even after he took them away her feminine aroma lingered on my nose.
He lifted the panties to her nose and told her to sniff her own pussy odor. She had little choice but to sniff her own panties. Her nose crinkled slightly but I was sure that she had not found them nearly as distasteful as she was expecting. She had almost a look of relief on her face.
" Now tell me what you smell lady?" he asked.
" This is the natural smell of a woman especially when we sweat." She said. I could see her starting to become indignant as she continued. "We can't do anything about it. I didn't like the smell at all and I don't know how people like you can enjoy it! Its gross!"
Our captor just laughed at her and I could see she was starting to become angry again. I just hoped that she wouldn't do anything stupid. I didn't want either of us to get hurt.
He knelt in front of her once again and ordered her to spread her legs wider. He took her hips and pulled her pelvis forward, the knife firmly in her back. As she felt the prick of the knife on her back she quickly pushed her pelvis forwards until pussy slit opened and soft pink lips came into view. Her clit was also peeping between her lips. I could see she was quite wet and her pussy was shiny from her moisture.
He gestured for me to kneel down next to him.
I was also kneeling in front of her beside the man. "That," he said "is one very pretty pussy! The pretty pussy of a rich, sexy woman. It still smells like a pussy though!" and pressed forward until the tip of his nose was pressing gently between her lips. "Spread your pussy!" he commanded.
She hesitating obeyed, her fingers slowly peeled her lips open. Her smooth pink pussy started to open, her juices coating her skin in a fine film. "Come closer and sniff this." He said. I moved forward until I could feel the heat from her pussy on my face. The feminine smell was even stronger now. Was she possibly a little aroused by this?
"No matter how rich, sophisticated, pretty or prim and proper a woman is; she will still have some fish hidden in her clitoral hood!" he said and looked her in the eye. " You certainly have some fish hiding in your pussy! Pretty woman."
She blushed bright red. I could feel her humiliation. She buried her face in her hands, trying to block out his words.
I stepped over to her. "I can only apologize for his comments. I like your smell, its erotic and natural," I said trying to comfort her. "This is not the way a gentleman should behave. You deserve to be treaded like an angel," I continued. I turned around and saw that our attacker had backed right off. I could see uncertainty on his face.
"I'm, I'm sorry" he stammered, "I can't enjoy sex like normal people so have to fulfill my fantasies the only way I can." He ordered me to kneel next to him and told the sexy woman to choose which of us she wanted to have eating her pussy. He commanded me to close my eyes and stick my tongue out. I waited in anticipation. I would give anything to be chosen by her. I could only hope that she would not view him as a bigger threat and give in.
I could smell her pussy before I could feel her thighs against my cheeks, my tongue stretched to maximum, trying to get that first taste. I was ecstatic to have been chosen by her to perform this erotic duty. She lowered her pussy down until my tongue lay snugly against her slit. She was obviously starting to enjoy this and I could feel her hips start to pump gently into my face. I could hear noises next to me and realized that our attacker had his cock out and was furiously jerking it off. I could see the problem he had referred to earlier when within the space of a few seconds and about 4 strokes his cock started to spew its seed onto the ground. He lay back and struggled to get his pants back up. I was enjoying eating this beautiful pussy too much to pay any attention to him. But I can only assume that the enormity of his actions must have hit him. He must have realized that if caught he could look forward to a lengthy stay in prison. He turned and fled through the forest. I realized that there was little point in pursuing him, he would be long gone and anyway, I was busy eating a juicy pussy!
The woman had her eyes shut and she was fucking my mouth vigorously, her one hand was under her shirt and rubbing her tits while the other pulled my face deeper into her pussy. I could feel her juices flowing freely, running down my chin and onto my shirt until with a squeal, her orgasm washed over her. Her body shook for a few minutes as she eased slowly off her sexual high. I moved my face away and looked up at her. She was looking down at me, a smile on her lips. I stood up and kissed her gently on the lips. She held me closely.
She eventually released me from her embrace. She bent down and picked up her shorts and pulled them on. Covering her pussy with her pants and then and looking shyly at me. I picked up her panties and held them out to her.
"Throw them away," she said quietly. "I couldn't bear to wear them again. I nodded and slipped them into my pocket, I was trying my best not to let a huge grin spread across my face and give my game away. Her panties would bring me hours of fun and would certainly help to take care of the pressing problem in my shorts!
She reported the incident to both her parents and the police. She portrayed my part in the ordeal as one of rescuer and I think that maybe, just maybe she did enjoy her experience more than she let on. She has agreed to go out on a date with me next week. Lets see how it goes. I now at least know that her name was Catherine.
I called Catherine a few days later. I was a little apprehensive about the reception I would get from her. I was a little worried that although she had seen me as her rescuer, she might have had a change of heart in the meantime.
Her phone rang twice. "Hello, Catherine speaking" she answered.
"Hi Catherine, its Buddy here. You remember from the woods?"
"Hi Buddy," she said warmly, "I was wondering whether you would call. After all, I owe you a night on the town!"
We agreed to meet the next night at her house and we could go out from there if we both felt like it. The warm reception I had received was really encouraging. The sound of her voice took my mind back to my experience with her a few days before. My cock reacted accordingly. I dug out the panties she had left and brought them to my nose. I slipped my shorts off and freed my cock from the confines of my clothes. The aroma from her panties was still strong. A mixture of sweat and her juicy pussy filled my nose. I had tasted the source and knew that it tasted every bit as good as her panties! As I enjoyed her scent I jerked my dripping cock up and down until I came all over my chest. I lay back on the bed, daydreaming about eating her sexy pussy once again.
I rang the front door bell of the huge house. The sound echoed inside. I heard footsteps approaching the door and the door quickly opened. Catherine stood at the door looking as beautiful as I remembered her. She was dressed in a white bikini, a thin cotton wrap around her waist.
"Hi" she said. "Welcome to my home. My parents are away so lets just chill out by the pool. Why don't you go through to the pool room and see if a pair of my Dad's trucks will fit you while I get us both a glass of wine?"
I was glad to be able to go through to the bathroom. My cock was starting to show its appreciation for her beautiful body. I walked through to the bathroom and saw that along the wall was a row of pegs with various swimming trunks clothes. My mind immediately working, I was sure that one of these sexy bikini bottoms would have the beautiful scent of pussy in them. I took the first pair and sniffed the crotch. Yes! I could distinctly smell the scent of pussy with the lightest traces of chlorine. The most erotic part that I did not know whose they were. They may have even been her mother's!
My shorts were off and I was soon stroking my cock up and down. I glanced across and saw a pile of clothes lying in the corner. The bra straps hanging from the side of the pile. I bent down and realized that they must have been Catherine's clothes. She must have changed into her bikini here. I lifted the sundress up and found her white panties lying on the tiled floor. I loved white panties; these were a soft white cotton lace G-string. I picked them up and could see the damp mark from her pussy. I loved sniffing g-stings, they seemed to get even closer to a women's pussy and therefore tended to be even more fragrant. I wrapped the bikini bottom around my cock and started to jerk off while I sniffed her fragrant panties. It wasn't long before I could feel my balls tense up and my cum started to jerk from my cock and into the waiting bikini. Somehow the thought that of a woman putting on these bikini bottoms', with my cum nestled between her pussy lips made it even more fulfilling. I squeezed the last droplet of cum onto the bikini and then wiped my cock. I rubbed my cum into the fabric to made sure that there were no obvious traces of cum and replaced them on the peg. Realizing that I had been gone a while, I quickly chose a loose fitting pair of trunks and pulled them on. Thank goodness they had built-in underpants; my cock was still half hard.
I stepped out onto the patio next to the pool and saw that Catherine had removed the wrap and was lying back on the lounger with a glass of wine in her hand. Her legs were slightly spread and I could see the bulge of her hot pussy, the nylon fabric clearly showing the lines of her pussy lips. I looked up and saw her smiling. She had caught me admiring her pussy. I flushed and took the wine from her hand. I sat down on the lounger next to hers and stretched out, enjoying the warm sun.
We sat and chatted while we enjoyed glass after glass of chilled white wine. As the afternoon progressed I could feel a light buzz from the wine. Catherine was starting to become more animated and as she spoke she was starting to put her hand on my arm. Her touch was like a charge of electricity. I had seen her in all her glory and was hoping to see her naked again!
It was almost as if she was reading my mind and suggested that we lose the suits and go for a dip in the pool. She didn't wait for my answer and stood up and unclipped her bikini top, freeing her beautiful tits from her white bikini top. She had small, milky white tits with the most beautiful nipples I had ever seen. They were a soft pink colour and they pointed erectly upwards. As I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my trunks, she pulled her bottoms down her legs. The fabric was almost stuck between her legs until the fabric was eventually released from her hot, wet little pussy. As I looked across at her pussy I could feel my cock was getting harder and harder until it was pointing upwards like a pillar. She had not yet seen my cock last time and I could see she was now staring openly at it. I guess we were even. I took the opportunity to stare at the pussy that I could so clearly see in my mind. She reached across and took my cock in her hand and led me to the edge of the pool. She released me and dived head first into the pool. I didn't want to wait a second longer and followed her in.
We swam around for a short while until I saw that she had moved to the shallower water and was sitting on the step with her legs apart. Almost inviting me to swim between them. I swam up to her and took her in my arms. Our mouths met and our tongues started to dance sexily together. I could feel her hard nipples pressing against my chest and my cock was now nestled warmly between her thighs. She broke the kiss and held me tightly against her.
"Even though what happened last week was the most frightening experience of my life, there were certain aspects that still make me so horny when I think about them." She whispered into my ear.
"I have a confession to make," I said. "I was jogging behind you so that I could look at your beautiful body. When the guy made me sniff your panties it was my greatest dream come true." I said. I could feel her slowly release me from her embrace. She was looking at me with a strange look on her face, almost disgust but not quite.
"But they are dirty?" she said.
"Not to me, I find the smell of a Woman's panties really erotic. I dreamed of smelling yours for months before we met last week" I answered quietly. Not sure whether my revelation would disgust her to the point that she would ask me to leave!
"I'm not sure how I feel about that," she said, the look on her face now more one of curiosity.
"It doesn't hurt anyone and it's what turns me on," I replied without apology.
"Give me time to get used to that idea," she said lightly.
She pressed her lips to mine and we kissed once more. I could feel her fingers grasp my cock and after jerking it up and down once or twice she guided my head to her spread pussy. I much preferred to eat a pussy before I fucked it but I was definitely not going to stop her at this point. I could feel the contrast of the cool pool around my cock being slowly engulfed by the warmth of her hot pussy as my cock slid between her lips. Her pussy was wet and tight and as I reached the depths of her hot tunnel, I could feel her wrap her legs around my waist. I was secretly glad that I had jerked off earlier as I knew from past experience that this would give me much better staying power. I started to thrust gently in and out while my free hand drifted around and started to squeeze her nipples firmly. She was responding in a big way and I could feel her hips rotating and meeting my trusts. Our lips were mashed together, our motion was getting faster and faster, her breathing was getting shorter and I could hear her gasps muffled between my lips. I felt her legs tighten around my waist, pulling her pussy against my cock. Our bodies pressed tightly together. I could feel her pussy start to spasm until with a cry her orgasm rushed through her body. I started to pump in and out until I too could feel my orgasm wash over me like a warm wave of pleasure.
We lay holding each other tightly, her head lying lazily on my shoulder. My cock still buried deep inside her. The cool water eventually forced us to separate, and I could feel my limp cock slide from her warm pussy and into the cool water.
We slowly stood up and walked up the stairs and out of the water. As the water ran a trail down her body I could see that my cum was oozing out between her pussy lips and matting in her pussy hair. It coursed a trail down her thighs as she walked over to the lounger. We dried off in silence. We were both so overwhelmed by the magical sex that we had just enjoyed, the silence seemed just right. Catherine sat down naked on her lounger and reached for the bottle of wine and topped up both of our glasses. I sat down and we sipped our wine quietly. Catherine broke the silence.
"Can you stay for the evening?" she asked.
"Sure" I answered, "if that's all right with you?"
"My parents will only be back tomorrow so we have plenty of time to play. Let's go inside and start with supper," she said getting up from her lounger. I noticed that she had not made any attempt to dress. She slipped on her sandals and made her way into the house. I followed, watching her beautiful smooth body, swaying gently as she walked. I could see our juiced were still oozing slowly from her pussy, leaving a shiny coating on her lips and thighs.
"How does a light pasta sound to you?" she asked.
"Sounds perfect," I answered.
As she prepared dinner I sat at the counter and watched her sexy body as she moved efficiently around the kitchen. We chatted about general things until, inevitably, the conversation got around to sex. I could see that she was still very unsure about my panty fetish revelation. She found it hard to understand why a man would enjoy the smell of a Woman's panties. I was not too surprised by this as I had found that in most cases women had been taught that their pussies were dirty and of course this meant that their underwear would be too. As we drank more and more wine we both became more uninhibited. I asked if she had ever shaved her pussy. She told me that she was too scared that she might cut herself. I undertook to give her, her first shave later. I took her silence to mean that she was quite happy with this suggestion. She could see that I was starting to become aroused again. My cock was once again pointing upwards and without any clothes on it was impossible to hide.
"Save that for later, lets eat." She said carrying the food across to the table.
We chatted while we ate. I could not believe what was happening to me. She was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen (and now I had seen all of her!). She had an almost arrogant air about her, but now that I was getting to know her I was starting to realize that this was merely her manner. Eating supper in the nude was a first for me. Concentrating on a plate of Pasta was not the easiest when just across the table I could see the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen peeping over the top of the table as she ate.
After dinner we put our dishes into the dishwasher and collected our clothes from the changing room. I followed her up the stairs to what I assumed was her bedroom. I could see that she had tucked her sexy little thong under her sundress; she was obviously still not comfortable with my fetish. Time would tell.
We walked down a long passage until we reached her room. It was very typical of her, beautifully furnished with a very feminine feel. As she walked in she threw her clothes onto the armchair next to her bed. I noticed that her panties were easily within reach. I wanted to make use of them again before the night was done. She had a huge bathroom leading from her room and in the corner was a big tub, more than big enough for both of us. Without saying anything she turned on the water and let the bath run. Bending over the bath with her ass in the air I could see her swollen pussy lips hanging neatly like a fresh fruit, waiting to be eaten.
She turned and took me into her arms, her warm body pressing against me, my cock pressing against her stomach, my balls hanging against her soft pubic hair.
"What do you need to shave me?" she asked.
"A few new blades, some scissors and if possible some shaving cream and a brush." I answered.
"I have the razor and blades but you will need to get the shaving cream and brush from my parents' bathroom. It's right down the passage. The room at the end."
I walked down the long carpeted passage until I reached the room at the end. The door was open and I entered. I could see the bathroom door off to the left and wandered over to find the cream and brush. If it was at all possible her parent's bathroom was even bigger than hers! I scanned the room quickly. My love of panties meant that I could not enter a bathroom without looking to see if a laundry hamper was hidden in a corner somewhere. I was not disappointed. Between the toilet and the shower I saw a wicker hamper that could only be the laundry hamper. I lifter the lid and saw her parents clothes lying inside. I could see a pair of gray trousers that obviously belonged to a woman. I lifted them and true to form found a pair of panties lying inside. Women always tend to pull their trousers and panties down together. I had found from my previous panty forages that the first place to look for a fresh pair of panties was in their trousers. These were Navy Blue with lace side panels and a sheer silk center section. The thin thong at the back was made of the same silky fabric. I took them out and lifted them to my nose. The beautiful aroma of pussy filled my nose. These had to go home with me! I wasted no more time and quickly took her fathers shaving brush and cream from the shelf above the basin and made my way back to Catherine's room, my secret treasure balled tightly in my hand.
When I got back to the bathroom, after slipping my prize into the pocket of my jeans. Catherine was sitting on the toilet having a pee. She looked up as I entered and I could see her face flush with embarrassment. Our relationship was still too new for her to feel comfortable with this sort of intimacy. I watched her wipe her pussy and stand up. The bath was full and she walked over and stepped in. I followed. We sat face to face in the bath, our legs lying leaning against each other.
"Wash yourself well with some soap, we need your hairs to soften as much as possible." I said.
Watching her wash her pussy with the soft sponge looked so erotic. I was ready to get down to the job at hand. She stood up and moved over to the love seat in the corner of the bath. She spread her legs, ready for me to commence. I picked up the sharp scissors from the edge of the bath and started to very carefully trim away the excess hair, until all that remained was a fine cover of blonde stubble. I took the shaving brush and squeezed some of the shaving cream into its bristles. I started to very gently brush the cream onto her pussy until her entire pubic area was covered with a thick, foamy, layer of cream. I took the razor and put a new blade on and started to clear away the cream and hair from the top of her pussy. I knew from past experience that if one shaved against the grain it would result in ingrown hairs and razor burn. That was the last thing I needed to do or she would never shave again! I rinsed the hair from the razor regularly but found that her hair was so soft it had little effect on the razor.