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Bathroom
Constance turned on the faucet in the
tub and waited until the water was just the right
temperature. Just a bit hotter than she liked, to allow for
the cooling of the tub walls. It was still cold outside and
the apartment was not yet warmed up. Once she got it how
she liked, she closed the drain and let it begin to fill.
No oils or bubbles tonight. Just plain water, so as not to
interfere with her, or rather, his needs.
She turned to face the mirror and
undress. She didn't always do this; what woman was ever
truly happy with herself under the harsh glare of the
bathroom lights? But she forced herself to watch as she
removed her clothes. trying to imagine what it was he might
find attractive about her, what he might have seen in the
website photos that seemed to make him so enthusiastic about
coming to her for his needs.
He was always saying he liked her
legs, that the skin was so smooth. As she pulled her blouse
over her head and stared at her bra, covering her breasts,
she remembered something he had once said about them, that
he couldn't tell from the photos but that he hoped she
didn't mind if he imagined her with small breasts, that he
really liked small breasts, with firm nipples. Well, she
thought, removing her bra, he was in luck, because here they
are, small and flat.
As she looked at them again she
realized that wasn't entirely true; that they weren't really
flat, maybe small but not flat. As she cupped them in her
hands, the warmth of her fingers felt good, and the softness
of them in her hands was nice. Her nipples hardened and she
smiled, liking what she saw. "No, they aren't big, but they
are nice and round and the nipples really do stand out." she
said, to her reflection.
She blushed as she caught herself
talking to the mirror. She hurriedly took of her jeans and
then began to slide off her panties. As she bent over, she
caught a hint of her scent, the aroma he was so fanatical
about. To her, just the everyday smell of her vagina, maybe
a bit stronger today, so soon after her period, but to him,
the beginning and end of his fantasy world. As she was
about to toss the panties into the hamper, she stopped and
brought them near her face, wondering if it would ever do
anything for her. She inhaled gently and wrinkled her
nose. No, nothing, just the mixture of her pussy and ass
with the distinct aroma of pee. Didn't do anything for
her. She tried again, holding it closer, spreading the part
that had covered her vagina, trying just that smell. Nope,
nothing. And yet....it wasn't "bad", just strong. Maybe
under different circumstances. She tossed them into the
hamper and stepped into the tub.
As she reached for the soap, she
remembered his request and picked up a bath sponge instead.
This was for him, a bath just before she began to wear his
choice of panty, and he had asked for no outside smells, no
excessive soaps, nothing to interfere with her personal
smells. So, she began to gently scrub herself, careful to
clean off the days accumulation of pollution, sweat, other
people's cigarette smoke, her own dampness, anything that
would interfere with her starting with a blank slate. As
she scrubbed her legs, she noticed their slimness, their
white color, and she smiled. She did have nice legs. As
she followed them up to her thighs, she smiled again. She
liked having pubic hair. In a world where everyone else
seemed to be shaving everything off, she secretly enjoyed
having a flaming red patch of hair covering her pussy. She
found it a bit exotic.
As she finished, she stood up and
caught herself in the mirror again. She was wet and shiny,
and it made her skin look flawless. "I need to see
something less than flawless, something not so smooth and
shiny!" she said, and turned and bent over, spreading her
legs. As she looked back in the mirror, the sight of her
pussy, so red and puffy from the warm water, so open and
raw, its folded lips dripping water, framed by buttocks, her
tight asshole above, made her stop and stare, for a long
time. So open and obscene, so wet and slippery. She wanted
to touch it but stopped, remembering his desires. She stood
up and began to dry off, as the tub drained. She made sure
to use the towel she had washed without soap and
conditioner. "No extra smells" he had demanded, and she was
going to stick to the instructions.
The towel was a bit more rough
this way, but it was invigorating and she was soon dry and
looking again the mirror, again at her nipples, standing
straight out, red and firm. She was getting a warm feeling
now, and she began to have thoughts of forgetting dinner and
heading straight to bed, to find a way to scratch the itch
she felt building. But it was so early, barley 7! She
would never get to sleep afterwards. And yet, he did want
as much of her cum as possible......
She reached for another towel
with no soap residue and padded to her room, laying it over
her bedcovers. On the dresser was his choice, a flirty
little thong with a cotton panel in the crotch. As she
slipped it on she was glad it wasn't some G-stringy thing
that would feel so odd all day under her jeans. this was
nice and soft, with a bit of material across the crotch and
up the back, so she would feel she had something on at
least. As she pulled it on, she made sure to tuck it into
her cheeks, in between, so it would collect all of her aroma
there. She also made sure to place it just so over her
vagina, having it cup her lips and ride and close to her
vagina as possible, to soak up anything that might drip into
it. She intended to make sure a lot of "anything" dripped
out into it, and decided to begin the process a bit early.
Usually, she wore the thong a few
days before playing in it, but today, for him, she wanted to
do things differently. He was a loyal and enthusiastic
customer and never complained and she felt like giving him a
treat. She decided to soak it right from the start, and
wear it the two days as wet and creamy as she could stand,
sending him a fragrant canvass of her smells and tastes.
She began by rubbing herself though the material of the
thong, making sure to push it into every possible fold and
hole she could find. The feeling was nice, especially as
she imagined him holding it close, breathing in the very
aroma she was creating for him now. It made her warmer and
she felt the very first of the wetness she was sure would
soon increase.
She lay back and began to let her
mind wander, searching for anything to stimulate her, to
arouse her. She settled on the image she had of him as he
"used" her thong. She saw him lying on his bed, just like
she was now, naked, holding her thong to his face with one
hand, the other on his as-yet soft cock. He brought that
hand up to stretch the crotch of the thong, spreading it
wide, to cover his whole nose with the very center. She
heard him gasp as he saw the extent of her work, as he took
in the thick, whitish coating of her cum that covered the
cotton panel, saw him pull it even tighter to his face after
unfolding the dried-in creases her cum had created. She
tried to imagine how she smelled to him, wondered if he
really liked her ass smell as he said, wondered if he really
could taste her pee as he said, wondered if he really did
lick and suck the cum out of her thing as he said.
She was rewarded with the first
slick drops of excitement from her pussy. The feeling of
that slickness, as her fingers went from rubbing over her
clit to sliding over her clit, was delightful, and she
arched her back and slid one of her fingers inside, to scoop
up more. She found it, waiting, just inside, and soon her
pussy lips were a wet, slippery mess of girl-cum and her
fingers were sliding through it and over her clit and around
the edges of her hole. The feeling was incredible and she
wondered if she should try to make it last or go for the
quick orgasm. The image of him squeezing his cock and
releasing a large drop of his own wetness onto his belly
made the decision for her and she began to shudder with her
"quickie" orgasm.
As she lay back and began to
recover, she remembered his instructions and pulled her legs
up close to take off her thong. As she did, the heady, rich
smell of her pussy enveloped her and she almost felt dizzy
thinking of what she was doing for him, making this sexual
treat. She quickly pulled the thong all the way off and lay
back with her legs splayed apart, looking at her pussy. It
was shiny and very wet, and the wetness from her pussy was
beginning to change, from clear to cream colored. It was
thicker and more powerful-smelling, but not in a bad way.
She quickly turned the thong inside out and carefully wiped
the mess into the crotch and set it aside. As she lay back
to relax, the images of him came back. She saw him reaching
over and taking the thong, so newly coated, and slowly and
deliberately licking of the wet cum off of it, making sure
to let her see how it made a pool on his tongue. She
watched as he closed his mouth and worked his tongue inside,
taking his time to let it cover every part, all the taste
buds, before swallowing it. As he did so, he returned the
thong to her and said, simply. "More."
The image was so powerful so
realistic, that she was immediately excited again. She
began to finger herself again but quickly felt she needed
something else. The image of him naked, his cock swollen as
he enjoyed her taste, had made her want something more than
her fingers. Since he couldn't be there in person to help,
she reached into her bedside drawer and found her own
"help", a thick plastic dildo. It had a gentle curve that
rubber her just the right way on certain nights, and this
was going to be one of those nights.
She lay back again, her knees up,
and began to rub it against her pussy, but she had wiped all
the wetness off. She tried to push the head inside a bit,
but her wetness was thicker now and not so slippery. She
got just a bit on the head and decided to use her mouth to
lubricate it. She was just about to wipe it clean first
when she stopped and thought "Let's see what this is all
about for him". she opened her mouth and put the head of
the dildo inside, the traces of her cream still covering
it. She wrinkled her nose and closed her eyes, not sure
what to expect. She found it to be very thick and salty,
almost tangy. The smell was intense, and she almost gagged,
but kept it there and licked it with her tongue. Definitely
salty. Not terrible, but not for her. She made a note to
never become a lesbian!
Overcoming her reluctance, she
covered the head with her lips and got it as wet as she
could and brought it back down to her vagina, where she
began to gently push it inside. Within moments the
combination of her saliva and the wetness of her pussy
allowed her to push it deep inside and she began to find a
rhythm. The curved tip was rubbing the inside upper wall of
her vagina and starting a fire inside, a kind of dull itch
that felt in need of attention and that she knew would end
up feeling very good.
As she forced it in and out of
her hole, the images of him stroking himself, licking her
thong, breathing in her smell, were powerful and arousing.
Her pussy was very wet now, and the motion of the dildo was
causing the cream to collect into a frothy mess at its
base. She stopped a moment and then pushed it in slowly,
until the ring of sticky cum just touched her clit and
lips. She watched in fascination as she withdrew it,
watching as a string of her cum stretched from the dildo to
her pussy, growing longer and thinner until it broke. She
speeded up again and felt her orgasm coming, but held off as
long as she could, adding to the already large ring of cum
at the base of the dildo.
When she could hold back no
longer, she reached down with her other hand and, as she was
plunging the dildo in and out of her pussy, began to rub her
clit. The sensation was intense and in a moment she came,
in long, hard shudders, her knees tightening, her pussy
gripping the dildo, her fingers teasing her clit as it
slowly relaxed and the waves of pleasure began to stop.
When she had recovered again, she
pulled the dildo from her pussy and heard a wet "plop" as it
was released from it's sloppy hole. It was covered with her
creamy cum. She carefully cleaned it all off into the
crotch of her thong, making sure to wipe her fingers clean
also. Then she turned her attention to her pussy. It was
still flushed and puffy, her clit and inner lips enlarged
and very prominent. She carefully wiped then clean into the
crotch also, taking a moment to push the lower part of the
thong inside her hole a bit,to catch any cream coating the
walls of her vagina. When she had finished, she stopped to
examine her handiwork. She smiled at her work. The thong's
crotch was completely dark from soaking up her wetness and
it had a very thick coating of her white pussy cum laying on
top, beginning to stiffen. She put it on the bedtable to
dry and prepared for bed. She resisted an urge to wipe
herself clean, wanting to give him the best thong she had
ever made. Tonight she would sleep naked, her pussy wet and
warm, the folds in her lips creating their own special
hiding places for her wetness, absorbing it into the skin,
flavoring her leakings, intensifying her scents. He would
love this one, she was sure. She planned to let it dry
tonight and wear it all day tomorrow, ending the day with
another sloppy session, only to wear it one more day, making
sure to create the messiest, most fragrant surprise he could
imagine. The thought of what he would do with it, how it
would taste to him, how he would enjoy the powerful smell
made her feel almost slutty. As she drifted off to sleep,
she let one of her fingers creep down again. It found her
damp pussy, slid inside and scooped what was left of her
cream, and smeared it over the pucker of her asshole. She
pushed her finger partly in, just enough to be sure to mix
the two smells. Tomorrow she would be sure to rub it in a
bit, that pussy smell and ass smell, to give him the whole
range of her smells. She finally fell asleep happy.
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