It had been 2 weeks since or hot night after the gym. As surprising as that night had been, the whole sweat and body odor component gave us electric hot sex. I wondered over and over again what this meant for me. Was this a true fetish? Or was it just her?
Our schedules were pretty similar, we still met at the gym and other nights out on dates and then back to her place or mine.
Tonight we were supposed to go to out but she had canceled by 7:00am. Some teachers conferences and meetings, she said. Once I was ready for work and out the door, I almost stepped over a box on the way out.
It was a medium box, not postmarked but taped up. All it had on the sides was "Zach" in sharpie.
I brought it in and opened it up and there were 3 small pink gift bags from Victoria secret. I smiled and knew this was from Maya. It had to be.
There was a card on top, normal enough with a few hearts. I opened it
"Here are three bags to entice you. However, this teacher has class rules for her student. Open the first one, marked '1' now. The 2nd one at lunch and the 3rd one before you leave for the day. The other rule... No touching yourself." I could hear her sweet voice and see her awfully mischievous smile.
I open the first bag expecting something lacey or naughty. It was her sports bra, black and plain. But the whole bag was full of her scent. I breathed it in. It was the one she always brought to the gym since our first connection. It was soaked with sweat, and the bands that went around her back had a strong, perfect whiff of her body odor. Like she was all around me.
I was rock hard and it pressed through my briefs and dress pants. All I wanted to do was jerk off with that bra up to my nose. I screamed into it and laughed. Then threw the 3 bags in my back pack and headed out.
It took my whole way to work to refocus my mind and think about work. The whole idea of carrying a piece of Maya with me all day was so secretive and hot that I was excited about lunch time for once. Meetings, a few calls came and went and I ordered out that day and hid myself in my office for lunch.
The 2nd bag looked the same. I took another deep sniff from the bra and opened the second bag. Inside was a black pair of her panties. They were in a ziploc bag and as I opened it, my whole senses were gone. All I could smell was her, that first night when I went down on her. Salty, sweet, her public hair soaked in heavy sweat. A slight tang and a pungent body odor. I remembered it covering my beard and face. You could almost wring out the moisture in them inside the bag.