Denises White Underpants Ch 04

It was my birthday and also my privilege to have Denise call on me for the special day.

Denise even showed up in her white nurse's uniform for my exclusive pleasure, knowing it was the best possible present she could give me.

So many of my younger fantasies had been generated by knowing Denise as a family friend and having encountered her now as an adult and in such a sexual way was the one of the most fulfilling experiences I could have imagined.

During our ongoing relationship, we had been lucky enough to explore many of these – Denise had been so wonderfully understanding (and accommodating) by being willing to learn about my earlier desires and in turn act these out for me in our sexual union.

I was also now providing for her an exciting and intense set of experiences in the prime of her mature years – reaffirming her desirability and opening her up to new and quite dirty activities which she had clearly never done with anyone before – not even her ex-husband of many years.

This was the first birthday I had spent with Denise and it seemed that she had something of a premeditated plan to make it a memorable one for both of us!

We hugged extensively when she first arrived after work at 6 pm.

Given the time of day, it was likely that Denise had figured that I would be expecting to find a well-worn pair of undies under her uniform and that whatever had been going on inside them throughout the day would be soon revealed to me, one way or another.

We were at a stage of our relationship also that many of the "secrets" and "taboos" that may have caused hesitation or trepidation at an earlier stage were much less of an issue.

If something came up that was "new", we were both comfortable enough with each other that it would simply be a new adventure and yet another extension of our repertoire.

In this regard also, we were lucky enough to be sharing experiences more on the "dirty" side of the ledger, rather than "kinkier" ones that may involve inflicting pain on each other or exploiting extremes of power dynamics – none of which really appealed to either of us.

Denise being a nurse too, was an advantage to the cause – the fact that she was so familiar with the human body and its functions and had probably seen the worst and ugliest of it during her working life that our own dirty intimacies were more fun and adventurous than gross and off-putting.

In any other circumstances with another person, they might have been – but not with Denise – a fabulous position to be in no doubt, and I hoped she felt the same way towards me.

"I thought you would enjoy some nice surprises for your birthday", Denise could not have chosen a better opening line.

Already my anticipation was high knowing that she had deliberately attired for the occasion and was now offering even more by her intimation.

"Whilst ever I'm still alive!" was the best response I could present.

"Where would you like to start?" Denise gave me the option. "Bedroom or bathroom?"

Keen to leave the best till last, I took the bedroom.

Denise took to the bed immediately, adopting an "all-fours" position, purely to give me the best view of her large behind in her nurse's dress and as the fabric pulled tight, I could also see the line of her undies underneath.

"Do you like that?" Denise asked rhetorically.

"Mmmmmmmm...I can see the line of your undies..." I replied.

Knowing that's what she intended, Denise said nothing more but continued to roll her big bum in front of me, until such time that I started to participate by running my finger along both sides of her undie line down to where they disappeared between her legs.

I did this a few times, pushing my finger down further and closer to naughtiness each time.

Denise responded by rolling and pushing her bum more rhythmically to my curious finger.

Just this relatively low-impact gesture was clearly so arousing for both of us as we silently pursued our dirtier endgame towards the bathroom and whatever that may hold in store.

Not able to resist any longer, I took the liberty of lifting Denise's white nurse's dress to examine further what I knew lay underneath.

Immediately, I caught a wonderful view of her large white underpants stretched up and over her large buttocks and hips and even better to where the wide cotton crotch pad ran down between her legs and covered her undercarriage.

My hands readily wandered.

I gently caressed them over her panty-covered buttocks, also running my fingers along each side of the elastic borders of the panties, momentarily slipping my fingers underneath and then releasing them quickly to allow the elastic to "snap" back into position; repeating this at least a couple of times with little noise of complaint from Denise.

Gazing longingly down between her legs I happened to notice a slightly bigger bulge than what may have just been the extra layered crotch panel of her knickers.

My heart skipped as I quickly came to realise that Denise had a sanitary pad in place – ever so slowly moving the tips of my fingers down across her bum crack towards the extra bulk.

As soon as my fingers made contact my hopes were fully realised – Denise was wearing a sanitary pad and I immediately wondered whether this was the first part of my birthday "surprise".

I paused for just a moment before commenting, "Ooooh...you're wearing a pad?!"

"Mmmmm...I figured you wouldn't mind!" she replied.

"Of course not!" I admitted without hesitation. "Is it your period?"

"No." It was now Denise's turn to pause. "No. I've had extra 'lady issues' now for a few days and it's been a little smelly. I've just been slipping in a mini-pad for extra protection for my undies and to absorb some of the odour when I'm at work." Her graphic honesty now had my cock rock hard. "I know how much you like seeing the inside of my dirty undies darling - I thought this might take it just a step further for you!"

"Mmmmmm. It's wonderful!" I stuttered as my heart thumped hard against my rib cage. I was now close to speechless.

"I got the idea you might have been going through the trash in my bathroom when you had the chance. Maybe taking some of my dirty knickers in with you to jerk off and looking to see if you can find any used pads or tampons?" Denise was revealing her feminine sensibilities to me in a most remarkable way.

In actual fact, I had indeed taken a few chances to sneak a look when using her bathroom at different times, but not taken the courage to go one step further and actually handle the couple of wrapped-up pads I had discovered.

Still, she was totally on the right track.

Not knowing exactly how to respond to this, I instantly felt pangs of embarrassment and shame in equal amounts but at the same time, an intense rush of excitement as Denise revealed herself to be even more "tapped in" than I could have imagined.

"It's OK darling!" she continued, much to my relief. "I know you're so curious! It's actually very exciting to me to know that you're going through and snooping my very private and feminine items like this!"

Being a nurse, I knew she meant this – Denise had already been willing to allow me as her lover very unique access to her body and some of its more intimate functioning. Not ashamed in the least, just wanting to share the realities of being a woman with me.

I felt so very privileged at this, with the understanding that so many people would likely be off-put with exploring or sharing of another's body in such a way.

Denise was so complicit with counting me in on her "secret stories" – I felt such a load lift as I started to comprehend the level of Denise's eagerness to both arouse and educate me at the same time.

Even though I somehow hoped to do the same to her with her medical expertise, I realistically figured there was not much she probably didn't already know about either the male or female body.

"Do you mind if I rub you on your pad?" I asked daringly.

"Not at all darling!" was Denise's almost instantaneous reply, "It's your birthday after all!"

What I hoped was the first part of my present was now fully accessible with Denise's permission.

Assuming her position but opening herself just a little more allowed me to move my hand down and fully between her legs as I incredulously began to run my fingers over her bulky crotch panel.

Moving softly at first, I began to apply ever-so-increasing firmness as I really began to get a feel for the pad between Denise's legs and Denise got a feel for my fingers applying pressure on the pad between her legs as I continued to rub the entire length of her crotch more and more sensually.

"Do you like that?" Denise asked earnestly, "Do like feeling my sexy pad like that?"

"Mmmmmmmmmm..." I murmured, "I LOVE the feel of your sexy pad!"

Of course at this stage, I was only feeling the relative roughness of her pad through the soft veneer of her cotton undies but it was such an erotic combination!

"I don't mind if you want to keep rubbing me but if you want to see more, just say the word..." Denise offered.

The answer to this was obvious and it was possibly more to do with "how" and "where" I wanted to accept Denise's proposal.

With Denise still on all fours on the bed, it would clearly require a change of position and venue to get closer to where I really wanted to be.

Not wanting to rush nor spoil the moment all at once, I delayed just a little while longer before my primal urge prevailed.

"Bathroom!" eventually, was the "word" that I presumed Denise had requested.

"Bathroom?" Denise replied, almost mockingly as inevitable as it seemed that this is where we wanted to be now more than anywhere else.

Denise pulled back down her white nurse's dress over her bum and then stood up, taking me in a passionate embrace whilst kissing me deeply on the mouth with her moist tongue meeting mine and interlocking with it extensively.

"I have so many nice surprises for you, my birthday boy!" Denise said sweetly between tongue swirls.

"I can't wait!" I responded with glee.

"Well then," she continued, "why wait if we don't need to!?"

Without further prompting we moved directly to my "bathroom", which was really only a toilet – the idea of the "toilet" was so much dirtier than the relative purity of the "bathroom" – the toilet being where people go purely to excrete, not to have sex - however the very idea of combining the two with Denise was about the most exciting thing I could have imagined at that very moment.

We embraced once again in the now confined space – our wet tongues entwining inside each other's mouths – a likely prelude of the exchange of fluids and bodily germs that I hoped was about to unfold.

Concurrently, I began running my hands over Denise's most shapely assets, particularly her rump and hips which to me were her most appealing outward features.

"How would you like to do it?" Denise interjected as we briefly paused out.

"Over the toilet bowl and any which way!" was my surprisingly confident response.

At this, Denise turned around and invited me to lift her nurse's dress once more.

This time with Denise shaping herself over the toilet, it felt much more exciting than had done in the bedroom just moments before.

Essentially taking up where we had left off, Denise's wide panty-clad hips and bum became my heart's desire and from where we had got to in the bedroom, I now began to gesture to sliding Denise's big underpants downwards, in the knowledge that I could access all that was contained within.

As I slipped my fingers underneath the top of her elastic waistband , I ever-so-slowly motioned the panties down but immediately stopped when I could get a proper look at Denise's undie tag – something that I had always added to the eroticism of exploring a woman's underpants.

I made a point of taking a closer look at said tag and to my delight noticed that Denise was wearing these as Size 14's – larger than what I had known as her more regular Size 12's.

"Size 14's eh?" I observed.

"Do you like them?" she asked.

"The larger the better, actually!" I said without thinking.

"Any reason for the bigger bloomers?" I continued after a pregnant pause.

"I don't mind the bigger sizes sometimes. It just covers me a bit more comfortably and since you're asking, I like the larger crotch panel which takes my pad that bit better when I wear one and it's actually more absorbent as well when I'm not. That's really lady's stuff though..." Denise added candidly.

"They look wonderful!" I added with my own honesty.

"I'm so glad you like them!" Denise quipped, almost goofily.

With the top of her undies now down, the top of her bum crack fully visible and the undies tag hanging loosely and visibly in the air, I continued without further ado.

Gently slipping them down over her hips now revealed the full extent of her wide, pale buttocks and the full, darker crevice of her bum crack.

As her panties came down fully off her buttocks, I got the first proper look at the inside of them and my heart leapt with the anticipation of being able to see her sanitary pad for the first time.

It was a gut-wrenching feeling, knowing that this was the real thing.

A woman's actual sanitary pad – unadulterated and graphic inside her big white cotton underpants after a full day's wear and tear between her legs.

My eyes were glued to what might be revealed and immediately I could clearly see Denise's pad snuggly fitted inside the ample, Size 14 crotch panel of her undies.

Clearly and instantly, I could see the staining.

The darker and more florid colouring stood out in stark contrast to the pure white surroundings of her knickers and the pad itself.

My heart was now racing and my cock rock hard and I gazed irresistibly down between Denise's thighs and deeply into the gusset of her undies.

It looked dark – browns, yellows, and shades of orange or red were the colours that I saw straight away. It was more of a patch than a streak on first assessment – impossible to ignore framed as it was by whiteness.

"Can you see that?" Denise asked, somewhat to my surprise.

"Mmmmmmm...I can!" I dribbled.

Denise sensed this as positive feedback and opened her legs a little further to give what she probably hoped was an even better view for me.

"What do you think?" Denise seemed to really want my feedback.

"WOW!" I blurted.

"If you want to come even closer, you can see even more!" Denise was really egging me on now.

Gripped by a intoxicating combination of excitement, fear and repulsion, I forced myself to push through the threshold and embrace the raw experience of Denise's most private femininity.

Before I knew it, my face was being drawn down towards Denise's panties and specifically the adhesive sanitary pad which was encased by her wide, Size 14 gusset.

It was the stuff boy's own dreams and fantasies were made of – always wondering and curious what a woman's true, unfiltered femininity is really like – always hidden from the world and only ever accessed in private by the woman herself when she is attending the toilet and her other ablutions or else by a lover or spouse who may share a living space with her.

Over what seemed like a small eternity, my face moved ever so incrementally towards the erogenous zone and within 6 inches of ground zero, the smell consumed me.

Denise's pad odour was unmistakable.

So exciting and repulsive and unique all at once.

Steamy, sweaty, fishy pussy musk with stale infusions of urine infiltrated my senses.

Everything I imagined a true woman's sanitary pad could smell like – mature, stale, musky and feminine, fermented by Denise's 52-year-old body chemistry and her hormones as well as her daily excretions – so disgusting, foul yet beautiful at the same time.

It made me realise also at that moment the importance of a woman's perfume when is used to mask a more feminine odour and what might result when the two combine.

My face was drawn closer and closer until before I knew it, I was buried deeply in Denise's sanitary pad.

I pushed my nose directly against the soiled surface, inhaling so deeply the pungent aroma.

My tongue impulsively extended and began running along the tainted surface which contained all of Denise's most private secrets.

"Oooooh...look at you!" Denise chirped excitedly. "Licking my sanitary pad like that, you dirty boy! Mmmmmmmm, that's it...taste my feminine odour. Take it in your mouth. Mmmmmmmm...that's it. All my private secrets in that pad for you. Absorbed so tenderly during the day. Mmmmmmm...all that fishiness, unspoiled and unwashed especially for you!"

"Mmmmmmm...God I can really taste and smell your fishiness Denise...so smelly...so dirty...so feminine!" I mumbled as my tongue really began to pick up some serious flavours from the main body of her pad.

I had begun stroking my cock which by now was fully erect and with each sensual inhale from Denise's pad.

Not only was the smell and taste of Denise's pad so intoxicating but also the sight of it – so tightly adhered and neatly within the wide crotch panel of her white underpants – stained so beautifully with her feminine discharge and on closer inspection with a couple of Denise's very curly and very erotic ginger pubic hairs stuck to the tacky surface of the pad.

"Do you want to take my pad off?" she then asked.

"Sure!" I replied automatically.

With Denise's assistance, we removed the pad from its adhesive hold from her big cotton bloomers and in doing so, she handed it straight to me but not before rubbing it directly against my nose and mouth.

"God I love the fishiness!" I repeated, loving the sound of associating a mature woman's sanitary pad with the notorious fishy odour that they are so well known for.

"The best thing to do," Denise then whispered, "is to put it in your mouth!"

Needing no further encouragement, I took Denise's sage advice and with her help, placed the soiled sanitary pad directly in my mouth and impulsively began to suck.

"Mmmmmmmmmm...that's it...suck on my fishy, smelly sanitary pad," Denise was in full control now.

With my eyes closed and my senses deeply engaged, I really did suck on that pad as hard as I could. Several short, short sucks allowing the air to flow through the porous pad and carry Denise's pussy odour and flavour into my mouth.

I was now slowly stroking my bulging, hard cock as Denise's smelly, vaginal goodness made its way into my mouth and its steamy, fishy odour translated as the ultimate encounter with a sexually mature woman and her private secrets.

Denise then continued with some of the most gentle and arousing commentary that I could have wished for.

"You know that beautiful, dirty pad has been between my legs for about 6 hours. I changed it at lunchtime – it was fresh inside my panties and has spent all afternoon absorbing my lady fluids and pee and sweat and know you can see how stained it got all the while. What you can see and taste and smell is 6 hours of my feminine fishiness into that tender white pad that is just built for absorption between a woman's legs. So feminine. So fishy. So absorbent. So smelly...Mmmmmmmmm...How do you like it? My big Size 14 underpants have the perfect wide crotch panel for accepting the adhesive pad so snugly. It doesn't feel so bulky inside a pair of Size 14's. All that extra cotton helps it to feel soft and comfortable and feminine between my legs. Mashing against all my pubic hair creates even more warmth and sweat for the pad to absorb."

Not exactly able to verbally respond then and there, I "absorbed" Denise's words as I continued to suck on her pad whilst massaging my swollen cock.

Seeing how much I was clearly getting off on the taste of her soiled mini-pad, Denise gestured now to slide her big white underpants completely off and present them to me.