"Autumn tossed her backpack on the chair as she flopped onto the couch. So tired, so burnt-out from studying, her head was beginning to hurt. She needed a break and decided to take a long shower and then take her homework to bed with her, hopefully getting to sleep early and starting fresh in the morning. She headed upstairs to her room, dragging her books along.

As she began to undress, she started up her laptop and watched as it loaded. As she got down to her panties and bra, she opened her emails and began going through them, deleting all the spam and advertising. One caught her eye. It was from D.S., someone she was talking to about her brand new secret, her panty business. She opened it and began to read:

"Don’t move. Stop everything you are doing and just read. You are just getting home for the day and I need what you have right now. I want you to slide your hand down your pants and lift the waistband of your panties. Push your finger underneath them and gently slide your fingertip to the top of your slit, where your lips begin. Slide that finger into the slit, gently and slowly, letting it collect the part of you I need right now, so badly. Let your fingertip run over your hood and across your clit, gently pushing aside the soft folds of your vagina. Feel the slight dampness and stop for a moment, letting your skin absorb the dampness.

Now push further down, to where the warm slit opens up into the tunnel of your pussy. Feel the warmth and let you finger push inside enough to feel it inside. Let it stay there a long time, as if it were mine, as if I were fingering you myself. Now, bring it up out of your panties, bring it to your face, up to your nose and hold it close and breath in. That is the you I need, the strong, powerful smell of your young and perfect pussy. Know that if you give me this, I will lose control and touch myself and your smell will bring me to orgasm.

Good. Now put your hand back and pull your thong tight, making sure it slips in between your lips, and rub it firmly. Make sure it gets covered with your scent. Look at yourself in the mirror and know that your firm, perfect body is in my dreams, the way your breasts fill your bra, how the nipples harden when you get aroused, how your hair spills over your shoulders and frames your face. Now look at your hips and waist, the way they gently flare out and then back in to your thighs. Imagine how erotic you are when you bend over, your thing stretched tight, the shape of your pussy defined in the thin material of your sexy thong, the way it barely covers your slit, the way I imagine it must smell, taste, feel against my cheek, damp and filled with your aroma.

Touch yourself. Think of someone else’s fingers rubbing you, getting slippery, slick with your wetness. Imagine them pushing two fingers up inside of you, in and out, in and out, at the end of a long day, and imagine the thick cream they will find as they reach deep inside you. The cream that I want, that I crave, that I wish I could see and collect and lick from you. Feel the strokes get longer and faster, feel the sticky mess begin to coat those fingers, collect at the base by the knuckles. You grab the wrist, urging them to move faster, deeper, the other hand beginning to rub your clitoris, just the right time, and suddenly you are there, arching your back, moaning softly, feeling the shudders as you orgasm, legs clenched tight around the fingers. You hold them firm for a long time, finally relaxing your legs releasing the hand, and then grabbing it again to look, to see the white mess you have made, and remembering my needs, and so you pull off your thong and carefully, meticulously, wipe every bit of it into the smelly crotch. Before you give his hand back to your lover, you suck the fingers hard, tasting the salty, sharp taste of your pussy. As you look down, you see your pussy lips are glazed too, and you wipe them clean using the thong again. You smile as you look at the result, a thick, gooey coating of your young girl-cum. A perfect gift for your new customer. And it will be."

Autumn was breathing a little harder after she finished. She touched herself and brought her finger to her nose: strong and sharp. How could anyone want that? But they did, and who was she to wonder why? If some guy needed to smell her after a day at school, why not? It was not as if he was at her door; she could just send it to him, and he would even pay for it! Imagine that! And she decided then at go ahead with the business and see where it might lead. Maybe make a few bucks to pay for books, a few beers on a Friday night. Why not give it a try. She decided to start tonight and climbed into bed and began to see what was on adult pay per view. She was going to give him the messiest thong he could imagine.